Enchanted Love

Happiness is a choice



Happiness is a choice not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. Once you decide to be happy, it is it. No one is responsible for your happiness except for you.

Clara felt like uttering those words to Frank. But right now it will not work with him. He seemed to be quite lost in this. His loneliness, his sudden disability and major part is his wife’s bedridden state. Everything took a toll on him and he is very clever to hide those emotions with his charming smile. Ever since he met Clara, he tried to comfort her and he never showed that he is in need of that comfort. Clara felt sad to even ignore his state of mind and was always on the receiving end to gain his wisdom.

“Okay, we won’t go anywhere.” Clara agreed instantly and Frank turned to see her amazed. He thought that she would compel him till he agreed. Maybe she agrees with his view and wants to see him happy.

“Thank you for not compelling me like Alex does always” Frank replied with a huge grin like a kid.

“You matter to me the most than anything. If you are not comfortable, why should I compel you?” Clara stated plainly and looked around for something.

“Do you have another wheelchair?” She whispered to him.

“Yeah, Alex got me two chairs in case of emergency” Frank replied, not able to catch her point.

“Perks of having a rich son” Clara winked at him with a naughty smile which filled Frank’s heart instantly. This girl always colors everywhere she goes. Her smile is very contagious and pure that makes the other person smile along.

“How about we walk in the garden?” She asked and once again Frank sighed defeatedly. She is also the same like all but has her ways.

“I always wanted to try these chairs. But can never do that because my patients would think me as mental. But you won’t think like that right?” She asked as she grabbed another wheelchair for herself.

“Shall we roam around in this?” She asked like a three year old kid with a pleading eyes to which Frank laughed at her antics.

“I know you don’t like to go anywhere. But it’s just our garden. You need to change the place for our next exercise so that you can say goodbye to this chair forever. But before that I want to feel being in this chair and roam all around like a queen” Clara exclaimed dreamily and of course, Frank had to agree.

Mira stood there in anger at how easily she made Frank agree to her demand just like that who was impossible for her and even Alex.

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Alina wore a pink gown which ended right below her knees as she adorned herself with a white pearl set with a blush all over her face. It’s been a while since they both spend some time with each other. She felt so special when Edward remembered her birthday and offered to surprise her with his full plan. She is just impressed with his morning gift but that is not the end. From her dress to her makeup, he has gifted her everything keeping her in mind. Now he has booked lunch too. Alina has no bounds to her happiness. She mentally noted to pay him off on his birthday which will come in a couple of months. But they will be no match to his surprise. She came out and received a bouquet from another person with Edward’s name.

“Mam, the ride is ready” the driver bowed in respect. Alina got inside the white cab. She saw a little diary in it.

She frowned seeing a Sorry on the cover of the diary. Is it for her?

“I am sorry for not thanking you for all the efforts you take in our relationship” she read with a constant smile. It’s a fact that Edward always recognises her efforts but never appreciates them. Alina also never expects that from him either.

“I am sorry for wasting our few month’s journeys as I am busy mourning for my friend’s life” she read and agreed to it instantly. As far as Alex Clara we’re affected, Edward Alina also spent their days in regret, blaming and whatnot. This little date is just to end those sad segments in their life.

“I am sorry for everything which I have no idea of” he ended his card with a smiling smile. She laughed at his poor sense of humor. But he is too cute. When she finished the note, they reached somewhere. She peeped out and found a beautiful restaurant which had been decorated with pink flowers. She entered and was directed towards her seat.

All she wanted was to hug Edward right now and cry a little for his warm gesture. She didn’t expect this for sure. She started admiring the restaurant to kill time and found out the interior is specially designed to attract females. Be it the corner swing which is especially for taking selfies and be it the center of the stage which has glittering lights to have a dance with their partner.

Edward smiled seeing the picture of his ladylove blushing when she was reading his card in the car. He took his keys to reach the restaurant as soon as possible.

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“It feels good” Frank exclaimed, stopping his wheelchair near the banana tree which is a favorite of all time.

“It feels smooth” Clara exclaimed as she rotated her wheelchair like a kid and was enjoying her time in it, making Frank giggle at her.

“Is he fine? I saw him disturbed in his sleep that day due to his backache” Frank asked worried about his son.

“Is he sleeping with you?” Clara wanted to know the cause of his sprain.

“Once in a while he sleeps in our room, talking with his mom,” Frank replied.

“On the couch?” She asked to calculate everything. Frank nodded positively. Clara frowned realizing that. He has lived a comfortable life. Why does he have to sleep on the couch? That could be the main issue for his sprained neck.

“Have your lunch if you don’t want me to stalk you there today.” Clara read Jason’s message with a smile. He cares too much for her.

“Shall we eat together?” Frank asked from nowhere as Clara lifted her eyes to see him arranging his plate along with hers.

“Today we have your favorite pulav,” Frank exclaimed, serving her plate. Clara wanted to deny his offer but seeing his smile, she couldn’t do so. It’s been a while since she had a proper lunch. She won’t know if she could eat it.

“If you want to know about Alex, you can ask me. I won’t judge you or expect anything from you” Frank added as he gave the plate to her side. He is always extremely comforting and everyone is lucky to have him in their life.

“I don’t want to know about him. Either I care to know” Clara tried to not be so rude but Frank could sense the pain in her words.

“Do you hate him this much?” He asked as he started eating.

“I hate myself,” Clara replied instantly. There are many things which she wanted to share with this man. But will it be appropriate? Will he take this easily?

“I hate myself for giving him the authority to hurt me.” She added plainly as she gulped the rice as if it pricked her throat.

Alex watched the scene. Though he couldn’t hear them, he can guess that they are discussing him with her expressions themselves.

“I didn’t mention that the food is free in your package?” Alex wants her to taste her medicine. She should know her limit of rudeness. But his words barely reach her heart.

“I too didn’t mention that my service can be interrupted by anyone. But still, I bear with your so-called friend’s atrocities and her interrupted behavior since morning.” Clara starts eating as if she is done with replying to him.

“Alex, why don’t you join us?” Frank asked, already serving another plate and purposefully he filled the plate with cauliflower. Alex hates those. Clara rolled her eyes at the man’s efforts. Does he honestly think that she would react?

“Do you actually think it will work on me?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. Frank shrugged off his shoulders.

“Everything is not about you. I love cauliflower.” Alex grabbed the plate.

Clara just controlled her laugh followed by Frank too. Alex ignored them and was eating his food and mentally noted to take his medicine for his trouble which would come after eating cauliflower. He always has an upset stomach whenever he has cauliflower. Will this little scene cause him too much?NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.


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