As Aliza was about to enter inside her quarter, Charles stopped her holding her hand. "Liza" he called her softly. Titillations crawled her nerves at the adorable address. It was the name with which her father and mother used to call her. Emotions rushed on her like a whirlwind accompanied with wetness in her eyes. Aliza turned back gulping a quaver in her throat.

Charles held her face tenderly in his hands, bent his head and attached his lips to her. Aliza pulled her rims together in tightness and crumbled her dress in tight fists. Charles might have noticed her discomfort. He chuckled soft pulling his head away and observing...