Index:
Legend
This post is dedicated to two people:
Ninand (you get the praise and the demerits for introducing me to THIS madness this late in my pregnancy!!)
And the maker of this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20n1aVRDkT8
Once upon a time, a widow gave shelter to an old woman on a rainy night when darkness reigned.
In the dim light of the three candles that illuminated the small room of the equally small house, the old woman found the widow's young son, a boy of five or six. He was staring out the window at the downpour outside, ignoring his mother's request to move away from the pelting rain. The boy disregarded the old woman as well and instead leaned forward to feel the sting of the cool water against his face.
The old woman peered at his back, willing him to look back. Her efforts went unheeded until a sudden flash of jagged glow brightened the dark sky. In that precise moment, the boy turned around suddenly, startling the old woman.
His eyes were a most piercing green and they shone with an almost otherworldly blaze, sparking off of the fury of the nature outside.
The old woman had been known to possess a gift that had earned her the label of a witch by those easily frightened.
A wave of dizziness overcame her as a barrage of images swept through her mind's eye, reminding her of those times when she had been much younger and had had no control over her visions.
There was blood everywhere... a veritable Ocean of it...
She tried to blink her eyes and clear the image.
Instead, she saw the boy. He was standing in the middle of the blood as it flowed and flooded everything around him. He appeared unaffected as he stared straight at her, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her think that the blood was pouring out of him...
There was another flash of lightning.
She felt disoriented.
She blinked her eyes as she felt the widow shake her gently by the shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
The old woman managed to nod just before she looked back at the boy.
He was no longer looking at her, now having turned back around to face the rain outside.
She blinked again to clear the last vestige of her vision and looked at the boy's mother.
"Your son?"
"The only one." The widow said, smiling, looking at the boy with clear affection.
"Cherish him." The old woman said in a somber tone, but managed to stretch her lips into a semblance of a smile when she noticed alarm come over the widow's face.
Your time with him is almost at an end.
She left the latter unsaid.
On days like this, age and experience deserted her...
The boy's eyes stayed with her like a shadow she couldn't blink away...
Her gift was indeed a curse.
Her mother had been in the mood to indulge...
The old woman had evidently taken one look at her curly hair and cherubic face and had declared that she was destined for a love story of epic proportions. The stuff of legends... With joy bordering on ecstasy and heartache akin to death...
Her mother had laughed about it later, saying that indeed the child was meant for nothing less given the theatrical blood that ran through her veins.
The old woman's prediction had become a family story, gaining momentum with each retelling until finally it appeared that Madhubala, the woman little Madhoo grew to become, would have no destiny removed from A Shakespearean Tragedy of a love story in the waiting...
She had never given it serious thought, at least consciously...
Until she met him, that is...
The most arrogant and unpredictable man on Planet Earth.
Rishab Kundra.
Everything that had happened since then had strangely colored that old prediction true...
Her mother had stopped laughing about it and no one dared repeat that story anymore... Not since Superstar RK had wed her, pretended to love her, then magnanimously unwed her in his own twisted version of a revenge fantasy come to life.
She had discovered that love was the greatest weakness of all mankind.
It gave no strength... It merely took and took until it depleted every ounce of dignity that a human being possessed...
If only she had known that RK was a mere preview...
A bloody teaser...
She had not known until that night when she had came across the boy with the bound hands and feet in the woods and had made her impulsive rescue attempt...
And had run into Him... quite literally...
A monster, she had initially thought, as she had turned around with the boy in tow and had run head-on into a massive rock of a body.
She had tried to tighten her precarious hold on the boy in her arms as she had looked up into the monster's face...
She had been so startled in that moment that she had stumbled backwards.
His Eyes...
She swallowed hard as the twin green orbs glowed an unholy light in the bright full moon...
An Epic Tale of Legendary Proportions... of Joy bordering on Ecstasy and Pain Akin to Death...
A Shakespearean Tragedy indeed...
Sultan.
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