FF - Downfall of His Princess - Part 3 Page 5

The Downfall of His Princess

Suman had always been possessive, she was possessive about her family, her friends and precisely about the man she loved. Her possessiveness came across really bad in others' view. She would be jealous due to small actions and things and it was all because she was daddy's little girl, never been hurt and never heard no. She had always been loved and valued by people around her and especially by her family and friends because they knew she meant no harm to others or that she was heartless, it was just her possessive nature that made her act like that. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Suman had never known what it felt like to sweat for a meal and survival. Due to unfortunate events Suman's life took a turn and she had to leave everything behind, her desires, her habits, her friends and ... her love. All she had now was the strength without skills, the strength which she would have to use to become the Breadwinner of her family. How does she deal with her emotions when the one and only man she had been in love with comes back in her life?

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The crisp white paper of my diary stared back at me as millions of thoughts swam across my mind. The small stack of money sat there on top of green army box which I used as my piggy bank. I sighed as I took the blue ink pen and stained the crisp paper with heavy heart. Finally when my dry hand came to halt, I stared at the list and my stress level shot up, there were few more bullet points than last time. I heaved a sigh and rested back in my chair. I was hoping that I would buy you a better gift this year, but I guess not. I folded the paper and put it in my wallet neatly along with the money. There was only a dollar left on the table. A small smile appeared on my lips and disappeared as fast as it came. I dumped that dollar in my army piggy bank.

"You sweat everyday to save money, but by the end of the day only a dollar is left and you put that in your piggy bank to save it for his birthday, but you never give him the gift you buy. For his past four birthdays you bought him a gift and they all are in your closet." My brother's voice brought me out of the trance.

I turned around and he was lying in his twin size bed with a book in his hand. He looked up from the book and stared at the closet.

"This is going to be the fifth one going into that closet. Why don't you just give it to him?" Neil averted his eyes towards me.

"You do know that how much all those things cost right?" I got up and sat on his bed as he scooted over a bit. "Nothing, they are worth nothing compare to what he has. It's like a trash in front of all the things he owns." I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes, but I closed my eyes before they could leave my eyes.

"You are afraid to meet him because of what my girlfriend did to me right?" He sat up and stared right at me.

"I don't know..." I trailed off "Partly because of that and partly because I am just too down-market for them now."

"Don't you wish that we grew up under different circumstances?" Neil said as he stared out the window. I turned my head to see what he was watching and both of us followed the sports car that was going on the road. "We would be living a different life."

"I wish I could rewrite our past." I laid back and put my head on his legs. "We wouldn't be in so much pain."

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Part 1

She looked at the watch and stood against the sink to catch a breath. Yet again the clock went past midnight. Almost everyone else wrapped up for the dead tiring day, just a few more victims of bad fate like her were there to fish for few more dollars. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she heaved another sigh and she went back to washing dishes. She increased her pace and rinsed the plates. Her arms ached, warning her about how tired she was, but she still kept on washing the dishes. She needed to work as many hours she could. She closed her eyes as her body released more pain. Her arms were so tired that they couldn't even hold another dish and she dropped it. She watched the dish shatter into pieces just like her dreams. The tiny fragments reminded her of the day when her every dream splintered with just one incident. Since that day, she has forgotten how to dream. How could she dream? Her dreams have become a pricking thorn from her past. She was a dreamer and those dreams gave her nothing but piercing pain. Just the far thought of dreaming once again brought her on the edge nightmares.

"Suman."

The sound of someone calling her brought her out from the heartbreaking trance. She turned around and the head chef of the Mehra Hotels and Restaurants chain was standing there. She smiled and greeted him. The head chef was none other than Neerav, the owner's son. Neerav was a highly recognized chef and he opened the branch in their small town while his father managed the branches across India. Neerav was the only one who gave Suman a job four years ago because the hotel opened newly and they needed staff. Suman couldn't get the job anywhere else due to her inexperience. Just like the Mehra branch, she also groomed with passing years and became a pretty close friend of Neerav. From cleaning the tables she became manager through her dedication, but for extra money she needed, she continued to be a waitress as well.

"Are you all right?" He worriedly asked as his eyes fell on the broken white pieces.

"Yes, I am okay. It was just an accident." She sighed. Accidents through her hands were becoming more often. She knew she needed to take a day or two off to rest, but unfortunately her brother's college fee and the medicine bill of her grandpa was taking a toll on her. "I am fine, Neerav. Just a little more work and I am off then." He came forward and put his hands on her shoulder.

"Go Home!" He stared into her eyes. "Go home, Suman. If you stay here for another hour, I'll have to take you to the emergency then. You know that too. So, go home."

She nodded and took off her apron. "Thank you... for everything."

She left the restaurant with aching back and arms. The night wasn't nice enough to her either. The cold air was making her arms paralyze. She sighed and stared at the sky. How could her life go this wrong? She couldn't understand why was her fate this cruel to her. When her father was alive, she would crib about every little thing. Maybe this was karma, for being so spoiled and insensitive. But she had never intentionally hurt some... well... except one person. That one person who was very dear to her heart. That one person who was her best friend. That one person whom she was in love with. She had hurt him very badly... left him on that roof without any answer.

He was so successful now. She knew it because she followed every little news about him. She was still in love with him, but he moved on. He had a fiancee, a woman who suited him and his status. She walked aimlessly on the dim lit streets. Woh kya sochey ga mujhe dekh key ab? She didn't know what he would say if he saw her now. She didn't look prim and proper like she used. She didn't have anything designer on her now. She couldn't even afford to eat in the restaurant she worked in. Oh, how cruel the fate have been to her. She shook her head and reached her home.

She stared at it and shook her head. The servant quarters at her old home had been bigger than this. This one was a small flat of two rooms... one for her grandma and the other one she shared with her brother. Obviously, she wanted a bigger house, but she could only hope for it. Her past seemed like a dream now. The mansion, those cars, the servants and her parents now seem like a forgotten promise. Her life had been so simple at that time. The only worries that she ever cared for were what to wear, what to eat and... about him.

How simple it was to just fall in love with someone at that time. She thought she needed nothing but love at that time. But life had to teach her lesson and so it taught her by throwing the harsh reality in her face. Love was least of the need when people struggled for basic needs. Nobody saw how much you loved someone if you couldn't afford to live. Especially in her circle, if you couldn't afford to run around in the elite circle it meant you didn't deserve to be there. So she believed, she didn't belong with him. She believed... he didn't deserve her. She believed... he deserved better... so here she was suffering while she watched him get what he deserved... the best of the best.

Part 2

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- kriti

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