He was Edmond with a heart sweet like almond, divine sculptor designed and gifted him a concrete, compact body which makes you feel weak. A diminutive but ruggedly handsome Briton who worked in India.
She was an Indian, Zenia by name. An exceptional beauty – her height bagged a 5’7 CV, endowed with conscious lips, atrocious hips. Her curves were overflowing their banks and able to sweep a man off his feet and carry down the street.
She was a nurse; he took ill so the stage was set and they met. They fell in love but being a strict professional she had gagged her heart’s mouth. She became a civil engineer and built speed bumps on her mind’s highway to slow down Cupid’s thoughts streaming across. She managed to repress her feelings but for a while. His love wasn’t reciprocated and he felt bad!
His body was finally discharged, good news! His heart discharged, bad news! Love is a prison your heart desires so much. She commits crime just to be in that prison. The crime is falling in love! Two days later he was transferred to the UK but not okay for he was now far away.
She became restless like hyena; wants to be under his umbrella. Anyway her second name was Ella. A year later she resigned and left for the UK in search of her love. She told her mind, “Oliver, don’t twist my liver for I’m not Oliver Twist who wanted more for someone else I want Edmond for myself so p-l-e-a-s-e!”
Incidentally, they met the night Edmond wanted to propose to his girlfriend, Charlotte, alas he never did! He abandoned his plans and six months later he married Zenia.
They had an awesome wedding and a handsome marriage.