Femme Fatale:the Queen Of Chess - Chapter 15

Ronan took out the clean white square cloth from the cabinet above his head, which served as a handkerchief and cleaned the freshly washed dishes because his wife didn’t like the water stains on the cutlery.

Every cutlery item in the house was specifically white, the answer to the question bearing a ‘why’…I believe by now you people can comprehend it or at least can guess it right.

Ronan dried the dishes in a peculiar manner by strangely swirling the cloth onto the cutlery, while a feeble humming was greatly echoing in the quiet villa, that even if a needle would have dropped the underworld lord could detect it easily.

After he was done with the dishes by placing them back into the cabinet, the lord took off the feminine apron. When everything in the house was same as before, nothing was changed or renovated after Amaris was gone, how could he use new stuff rather preferring the items of his wife, which she had once used.

The apron rested on the back of the chair as Ronan put it off, rolled his sleeves a little more above the elbow, as the inner temperature was kept moderate to roam around without putting on some heavy coat.

Why would he bother the condition of his men, who were freezing outside with hands covered in gloves and shoved into the pockets.

The Lord strode past the down hall, out of the lounge and reached the small storeroom under the staircase. No expressions graced his handsome face, neither a tensed up emotions nor a helpless sigh of relief, because it was a usual thing for Ronan to do, what he was going to attempt.

The Lord placed his hand on the doorknob, turned it and pulled open, a few brooms and clothes appeared into his sight. Ronan picked up one and headed back in the down hall without shutting the door of closet in the storeroom.

The same boy who had shown the signs of an intellect and bravery, greater and incompatible to every boy of his age, who rose to fame solely relying upon his geniuses, was cleaning the house all by himself!

Ronan picked up the shattered pieces of wine glass bottle and cleaned the floor with the broom, how could the neat freak bear his villa to remain infected with the germs of those vagabonds. The underworld king took the liberty to do a thorough cleaning of his house, after all it was a forbidden zone for every soul.

An elite man like him couldn’t be imagined doing that kind of work even in the wild and weird fantasy, anyone else in Ronan’s shoes, belonging to the same category of aristocrats might pierce or slit their fingers while doing the task but of course, the great Ronan Ross was an exception.

The shattered pieces which had invaded his household dropped down into the bin, with the utmost pleading cry! Ronan took off his gloves threw them along with the broken glass pieces, the Lord took out another pair and began scouring the kitchen slabs and other glass shelves into the lounge and down hall.

Nothing could change the fact that the most feared man of the US still had a weakness!

When Amaris was alive the lady was his Achilles heel, although the enemies never took the woman easy, belonging to the Russian mafiya the queen had her own terrible ways to tackle the problems and nothing could be counted under the term ‘mercy’.

Even now when the queen was dead, her belongings and stuff was Ronan’s weakness. Try burning or stealing a spoon from that villa and there you will invite the wrath of the devil upon yourself!

While dusting off the glass shelves of the lounge, a square photo frame came into his sight. A woman was smiling brightly, wrapping her arms around the man’s neck.

● A past memory of the photograph ●

It was the ‘times square’, where we wandered here and there aimlessly with hands in hand. I stole glances back at Amaris and every time I found her peeking at me. [ Ronan Ross ]

His intent gaze filled my stomach with butterflies, with a hunch that something unexpected was going to happen. We reached in the middle of the streets, the ‘Times square’, and it was heavily crowded. Ronan held my hands, rubbed his thumbs over my skin perhaps my hunch was correct and finally my wish was coming true. He smiled and knelt there, fished out a small black box with a ring in his hand. [ Amaris ]

“As you have forgiven me Amaris, I want to ask you one more time. Even if you refuse today, I will be there for you every time you will need someone to cry upon or to laugh with. But I want to be that one and only man of yours, who will definitely be a good friend and a loving husband. Will you marry me?” [ Ronan Ross ]

I was in the middle of processing that, definitely I heard him say my name with a confession, I couldn’t comprehend the situation that actually Ronan Ross was proposing to me. [ Amaris ]

A cluster of people began to form around us and the dense swarm of the people started shouting ‘Say yes’

Tears swelled up in my eyes, I didn’t know what to do. Actually I had wished it to happen but never expected Ronan to have same feelings for me, I suspected that it was just a one sided love.

[ Amaris ]

When a few ladies yelled in disbelief.

“Look it’s the American tycoon from the top charts. Oh my God! What are you waiting for, girl, say yes. He is the one!”

I wanted a few answers before I could take our relationship to a serious step ahead. I really wanted to love him openly but some things were clinging onto me like chains. I nodded in ‘yes’ within a moment knowing that the man I had loved wouldn’t lie to me, and he slipped the ring into my finger. [ Amaris ]