Saturday, 1 February 2014

He Was Romeo & I Was His Juliet - P2


Note: Remember this is only a 4 shot story..
Dedicated to all those who believe in love at first sight... love like in fairy tales, who believes in it?


Khushi ran out of the room hurriedly and headed to the illuminated lawn... Ignoring any salutations, Khushi searched nervously for the picture.. Worry lines on her forehead.. Her tears threatened to fall.. Pairs of eyes staring at her beauty.. But she herself had no idea how beautiful she was.. till suddenly.. She felt a tap on her shoulders.. Slowly she turned.. Their eyes met.. His intense gaze drowned into the pure beauty of her innocence.. And she felt strangely different..

His eyes stayed fix into the stars of her doe shaped eyes.. A light smirk playing onto his lips.. Never ever before he felt what he was feeling at the moment.. At one sight of this young girl, his heart found all happiness of life.. Was it love at first sight?  Did real love truly exist at the age of 16?

Khushi clenched her fists into her dress... Her heartbeats felt like exploding under the gaze of this guy... Her thoughts drove to her mother’s words.. about the one who’ll come for her... Her prince charming... “Khushi my child, when the one made for you will be standing in front of you, you won’t need words to recognize him.. His one look towards you will assure you love, care, respect and dignity.. And you’ll get to know that this man is your man”. Her thoughts suddenly broke when she heard his voice.. A husky voice.. At such a young age, he had such a manly voice.. and his first words proved his care towards her.. towards her mother.. her eyes almost welled up when he handed her the photo of her mother as he said “A mother never leaves her child, no matter what”. A teary smile curved on her lips, Khushi lifted her hand and grabbed the photo from his hands... As their touch met, both lifted their eyes towards each other and stayed lock for a single moment.. It was a magical touch which they both felt.. A connection flowing through their veins... But this moment cut short as their fathers joined them.. Khushi felt a sudden overwhelming feeling when her father made the introductions and said his name.. Arnav Singh Raizada!.. Arnav bowed his head in front of her as a sign of courtesy and Khushi responded through a shy smile..  but both the fathers noticed their eye lock.. this unusual behavior of their son and daughter.. Being shrewd businessmen, they definitely knew how to keep their kin in control.. If Arnav’s father was here, it was out of obligation.. while for Mr. Gupta he had always made sure to keep his teenage daughter out of his business as well as from issues which could cost her a bright future..  No matter what, a blooming friendship between their kids will never be acceptable...

“Can I have this dance with you?”

Under the gaze of their parents, Khushi nodded in acknowledge.. Gently, she placed her delicate hands into his hands.. For the first time in her life, she was no less worried about the reactions of her father.. or the talks of the people observing them.. She felt an invisible string pulling her to that one man as she swung into his arms on the dance floor.. Letting herself getting drown in the intensity of his gaze, she had no more control of herself.. She let him lead her.. she let him be the master key of her feelings, her emotions, and her body... A kind of trust which once she only showed to her mother.. but at that moment she wanted to open her heart again to someone.. someone other than her mother..

The feeling of missing a close one.. the anger of not having the chance to bid goodbye to the one she loved more than anything in this world.. This was never ever to happen again.. as she wanted to express herself.. to say it out loud what was in her heart.. but before she could let her heart poured out its words, Arnav leaned closer and whispered a few words into her ears.. She nodded negatively as Arnav slowly pulled back and began stepping backwards.. His hand slipped away from her fingers tearing her heart apart...

Precap

“My mother gifted me these stars saying that as long as these are with me, she’ll be here.. Invisible but by my side always and forever... It’s yours now! You need your mother more than I do” 

He Was Romeo & I Was His Juliet - P1




Note : This is no more a one shot.. but a short story which might be 3 or 4 shots in all...

Dedicated to all those who comment on my stories regularly...





Stuck for hours, she looked through the window panes and assumed that in an hour or two the first floor of the building might already be dug under the snow... While the other people were left completely worried of the stormy weather, the girl in casual blue jeans, pullover and long boots, had no signs of worry.. With her long black silky hairs her big shining eyes and fair skin she could be called Snow White.. A smile curved on her lips as she thought “after all there’s no better place than a library for a literature student to die”. And she opened her diary.. A pen in her right hand while she let her left elbow resting on the table..

11th January 2014
She wrote....

It happened a decade ago... 2004, January... the 11th..

There was this huge success party in Gupta mansion... The venture between the two most powerful businessmen of London.. The Raizada and The Gupta extended their hands towards each other for a compromise.. Two enemies had put aside their differences and they decided to help each other.. As without each other, both powerful businessmen might have lost their empires... And further down the corridors of the mansion, there was this girl in her room.. Lonely and silent... the daughter of Mr Sashi Gupta.. Miss Khushi Kumari Gupta, the only heiress of Gupta empire.. Beautiful like her mother was... Sitting in front of the mirror, the maids brushed her hairs as she observed her pale face.. Her mother died only few weeks before and today the words of her father pierced her heart.. “ Forget the dead ones”... Mr. Gupta was a severe, strict father but never so rock hearted.. He changed... Death of his wife changed him for the worst.. And as usual Khushi would have to suppress her sorrows and joined into the merry of her businessman father who shows to the world that he is a strong heartless man but in reality he was broken... The maid adjusted the diamond crown on Khushi’s head.. She tried to smile at her reflection but in vain.. A royal theme and the heiress was expected to be the princess of the night... Her gaze went searching a glimpse of her mother.. She grabbed the picture from the dressing table and a light smile appeared on her face as she remembered the laughter of her mother.. Taking a breath, she placed back the picture on the dressing table when in no time a violent breeze caused it to fly away through the open window.. Khushi jerked up and fear took over her.. This was the last picture clicked of her mother.. A few days before the accident.. The last time she heard the laughter of her mother.. the most radiant laughter... “the last one” , she thought... Khushi ran out of the room hurriedly and headed to the illuminated lawn... Ignoring any salutations, Khushi searched nervously for the picture.. Worry lines on her forehead.. Her tears threatened to fall.. Pairs of eyes staring at her beauty.. But she herself had no idea how beautiful she was.. till suddenly.. She felt a tap on her shoulders.. Slowly she turned.. Their eyes met.. His intense gaze drowned into the pure beauty of her innocence.. And she felt strangely different..

The princess outfit...

The prince outfit...






TO BE CONTINUED