And you never loved me.

"Her's an evergreen taster to my next novel "And you never loved me", i have already published it and will be happy to have some really romantic opinion about it.."
Chapter-1

It was almost as refreshing, and may be more, as every morning. He woke up at the same time, did the morning stuff, called out his P.A, made coffee and checked his e-mails.

There was nothing unique with him around, any day. He wrote his daily articles, went to interviews and did every boring thing which in one way or other repeated every day. Any human in this universe would have got bored by the same year cycle. There were no birthdays for him, there were no Christmas.

"Sir, i just had the information that we will not get the American bugle today," Rose, his P.A said as she moved up the stairs.

"Oh. then the new york times, perhaps?"

"I'll go get it, Sir" Rose's sweet voice was sweeter, full of care.

He hated caring women. He had a strong reason for it. A reason that cannot lie. And whatever it was, it made clear that he will never again trust a women, even if she vows to love him. Nor he felt no more attention to any women other than respect or in another way - Hatred.

"No, I'll get it," He said.

Then realizing of the tight security he was in, he turned his head again "Just make sure that you convince the guards."

He opened his closet and searched for his brown jacket. he left a glance towards the box, which lie in the last tray of the Almira. He thought of the fine dresses the box possessed. But that does not make him realize, he felt himself as a dead man.

But , if we dug too deep we could clear it out, the original, warm, fun loving, ~~handsome~~ Louis was dead.

He walked down the stairs of the enormous house, and while getting past his body guards, he did not forget to wink at them. they saluted him back.

But when they realized that he was about to leave the house, they began following.

"Please, for Christ's sake. Leave me alone." Louis yelled. He didn't realize that he almost got them startled.

"Sir, you are forgetting that you are a V.V.I.P" and, with a pause one of the guards continued, "..And that your life is valuable to the nation."

"Hell with your rules." Louis said as he walked outside, and when realizing they were still following him, he turned on his heels and said "Dear, loving people." He sighed "I know that I'm a V.V.I.P and my life is valuable. but, IF YOU DON'T STOP COMING AFTER ME NOW, I'M GONNA SHOOT MYSELF."

The guards know that the handsome man before them does not value for his life and will even dare to end it. They began walking backwards. Louis put his gun back in it's place and walked out side.

"Nobody could kill a dead man" he murmured.

He got inside the BMW and turned on the GPS. He phoned for local assistance and noted the place he wanted to go. France was a fine place to drive. At least when comparing with the 'city that never sleeps'.

He was in Paris and he could see the ancient buildings he rode past. He located the local bookstall he intended to go. He got up from the car and began walking towards the stall. He could see many eyes staring at him with wonder and excitement. He could hear murmurs. But he was somehow glad that No one jumped before him and touched him and pleaded for an autograph. He asked for a new york times up there.

The shop keeper was looking at him with slightly open mouth, just like gazing at open sunlight. His eyes were blinking. The shop guy passed him a new york times. Louis opened his wallet and put out a 100$ note

"Keep the change."

He could here the shopkeeper shouting at him as he walked towards the car

"Hey.., Are you Louis Alexander Clemens?"

He did not reply. he saw the other people snapping photos . Some were talking excited on the phone. But the most unbelievable thing was no one dared to come and 'touch' him. May be they thought this was only a spoof or impersonator of the great writer.

Louis managed to give a sad smile at the people, who got excited and began yelling -

"He smiled at me!"

"No, he smiled at me!"

He got in the car and lowered the glass. And without even a second thought - He tore the matrimonial page of the newspaper and threw it past the door.

And while his fans struggled to get at least a piece of the matrimonial, he was speeding up his car. So were his mind