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Follow on Google News | MK Lukman: "The Mysterious Woman." Part 2. Excerpts of Chapter 1: PIERCING EYES. All rights reserved"Despite her facade of modesty, Beverley truly wanted to be free to be the type of woman that she'd always, though secretly, envisaged. It was as if she just didn't care anymore; not for 'most' of the rigidly long-held, family-related traditions."
Disclaimer: "This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and/or territories (mentioned herein) are products of the author's imagination; "The Mysterious Woman" (Part 2: Excerpts of Chapter 1) A gripping love-story, albeit somewhat peculiar, continued to unfold before the very eyes of the public. Considering the circumstances under which "PJ" and Beverley met—'the otherwise unlikely encounter of his walking along 86th Street and Central Park West (near Columbus Circle: 30 West, to be exact!); just in time to see her deftly park her Bentley, kerbside, in a space that was not much longer than that of her own motorcar (thus, his fascination!); Everything about that situation must have subconsciously verged on her capturing his attention—whether he knew it, or not! And, for him, time seemed to have stood still. Transfixed, no doubt, "PJ" cast a momentary glance at her; prompting a bemused reaction. "Who the hell's this man?" Beverley muttered; peering over the shiny, walnut-veneered, steering-wheel of her, then, brand-new 1996 Bentley Azure—its black retractable roof, closed, showed droplets of rain trickling down onto the windshield: its automatic, rain-sensitive wipers moderately oscillating from side-to-side—" 'Was it love-at-first- Nonetheless, Beverley sheepishly drew a deep sigh as they stared into each other's eyes, even from a distance. And—in return, as if sensing some auspiciously encouraging hint—"PJ" smiled. The only thing standing between him and Beverley, at that moment, was his fortitude or a lack thereof. Not even his prevailing 'will' could, forever, quell the arrhythmical beats of his aching heart, which pulsated only for her. And, even then, he was whipped! It was shortly after three o' clock in the evening: still, a bright and sunny day! The hustle-and-bustle of that part of Midtown Manhattan wasn't particularly unusual; not even for that time of the year! With, however, one or two obvious exceptions: Christmas, and New Year's Day! The dawn of early spring made its presence felt—with unseasonably warm weather—across much of the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. New York City was no exception. There wasn't even a chill in the late afternoon-air; It seemed as though the whole of Midtown Manhattan was a hive of activity; rejuvenescence was virtually evident, everywhere. And, as one might envisage, lovers were strolling hand-in-hand; Amidst it all, Beverley emerged from the driver's left front-seat, and walked towards the rear of her Azure. She wanted to retrieve some shopping-bags— "Good evening, Ms Bradford! How are you today?" said Gerard, greeting her enthusiastically. "Fine, thanks!" Beverley heartily replied. "May I help you with those—?" offered Gerard, extending his hands to take the two large shopping-bags from her. "Oh, that's very sweet of you, Gerard;" she said with a subtle interruption, nodding her acceptance. As Gerard and Beverley turned and walked towards the main, exterior front door of 30 West, she glanced over her left shoulder at the 'stranger' who, moments earlier, had mesmerizingly stopped and stared at her. Naturally, she felt uneasy at first; but soon realised that—given the fairly dense thoroughfare of pedestrians, and the presence of a few patrolling-police- The encounter—between her and "PJ"—had happened rather quickly, as a matter fact! And if there was any physical threat to her person, well ... there was the ever-present Gerard: a strapping man in his late-thirties with a sixth-degree black-belt in the orthodox style of Matsumura Seito Shorin-Ryu karate; third-degree black belt in Okinawan kobudo ('Ryukyu Kobujutsu': a classical, Japanese-styled weapons-handling- "Like yuh ride, nice car!" "PJ" said, trying to break the ice. "Thanks, and you are—" Beverley replied, slowing her brisk pace to within a few feet from the building's main entrance—Gerard in tow; yet, somewhat vigilant—she extended her right hand to shake "PJ's". He obliged—having briskly walked towards her—sensing that she had very little time to chat. "Hi, I'm Colin Walcott;" he said gleefully. "My friends call me "PJ". Here's my card. Perhaps, you can—" "Nice to have made your acquaintance," "Yea, ahhh—" By then, Beverley had already turned away from him—her feet straddling the doorway-saddle as she hurried towards the open-foyer—whilst "PJ" was attempting to make a further point. Glad, however, that she'd taken his card, he then turned and walked along eighty-sixth street; heading Uptown as he'd originally planned before his journey was unexpectedly interrupted. 'But, wait now! I didn't even get hers!' he thought aloud; referring, of course, to her contact-details. For a brief moment, it looked as though he was about to turn round, and head back to 30 West. But soon realised that such a hasty move would undoubtedly be deemed 'in bad taste'; to put it mildly. "PJ" wasted no time in planning ahead. Night and day, he repeatedly thought of her; fantasizing about marriage, family, wealth, house, (a mansion, even!); enchanting her with poetry that he'd written on loose-leaves, and stored in a desk-drawer of the makeshift-library that he'd built in his flat in Greenwich Village. # # # Avrem Publishing House, a subsidiary of Avrem Enterprises Group, Inc., is committed to the publication of compellingly fictional—albeit realistic—characters that have been influenced, motivated, and/or flawed, in one way or another, by deception, infidelity, greed, power, suspense, drama, romance, mystery, and intrigue. End
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