[FF] The Handmaiden's Tale [Part 16, Pg 44] [3/8] - Page 3

Originally posted by: bd670816

hey,
the concept is very unique and loved the character sketch very much. Hey! Thank you! 😃
can't wait for the first update. First part shall be up in a couple of hours!
cont.soon.

It's Monday! And guess what that means? Yes, after a wait of two agonizing days, there is FINALLY going to be KDMHMD tonight! And hopefully there'll be Meet scenes too...I practically suffered from MWS (Meet Withdrawal Syndrome) last week, but luckily I managed to cure it by WRITING! Okay, yes, it also means that I'm updating my stuff today. So here we have Part ONE of The Handmaiden's Tale! Enjoy!

Part One

Heer looks around. This place is familiar. Oh no, she thinks as realization sinks in. It's the dream again.

She is in a manor, very much like her own. Doors adorn the walls on either side. Heer tries each one, but the doorknobs disintegrate at her touch.

At the end of the corridor lies another door. There is nothing distinct about it, nothing that makes it different from any of the other doors. But Heer knows that only that door will open. And she also knows what lies inside.

She slowly makes her way to the door. Her fingers trail along the wall, and like the doorknobs, they too disintegrate, expanding her space until there is nothing but the door left.

She touches the doorknob gingerly, afraid it will crumble even as she knows it will not. She has been here before, many, many times in the past few months.

Just as she is about to turn the doorknob, the door opens on its own. She pulls her hand back sharply; this has never happened before.

She looks into the room. It is hazy, as though a mist has forsaken its place in the marshes and camped out in the room. She steps in.

There is an indistinct figure of a man near the window. She can see him turn to her, but she cannot see him. Not clearly.

He is indistinct. He is incomplete. There are only fragments of him visible clearly to her: a hand, a smile, a twinkling eye, and so on.

She tries to get closer. She reaches out for him, thinking that maybe if she touches him he will become real.

But she cannot move.

She tries to ask him who he is.

Her lips move, but no sound comes out.

No sound but for a brisk knocking. She frowns. She tries to speak again. More knocking.

She looks up at the man as the dream fades. Her eyes widen in panic. No. No, it can't end, not now. Not until I find out who he is!

But it is too late. The dream is gone.

-||-

The dream was gone.

Heer's eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she was disorientated. She looked around herself, sitting up on her four-poster bed. She felt herself relax as she took in the all-too-familiar surroundings of her bedroom.

The knocking on the door was louder now.

"Lady Heer? My Lady, are you awake?"

"Yes, I'm up, thank you," Heer called out, sinking back onto her numerous silk-covered pillows.

The door opened by a smidge. The face of Heer's handmaiden appeared through the crack.

"Your father requests your presence downstairs as soon as possible, Lady Heer," she said.

Heer sat up again and looked at her. She sighed heavily. She nodded. "I'll be there soon."

It was the handmaiden's turn to nod. "Yes, My Lady."

"Aur suno," Heer called. The handmaiden paused. "Send Meher in."

"Yes, My Lady." The handmaiden closed the door, leaving Heer alone once again.

Sighing, she sank back down into her pillows, wondering what her father wanted with her.

-|end of part one|-

Ta-dah! Part One of The Handmaiden's Tale, or Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye. The title actually came to me just this morning, but I figured changing it now would be a little confusing. So I did what Shakespeare did with his Twelfth Night, or What You Will and make it The Handmaiden's Tale, or Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye. Part Two will be up on Thursday, and until then, have a great week ahead!

mine!!!!!! =D

P.S. I've been dying to do this, so here goes!