13.
The snow was falling.
He was running frantically on the roads which were white due to the snow, his footsteps leaving a mark in that perfect white. His eyes searching for someone in this strange land. But only silence and ignorance surrounded him.
He wanted to call out her name but the fear of getting no reply stopped him. He hated it, hated not knowing where she was. Hated not being there for her. Hated feeling so helpless every time she went out of his sight. And now she was lost in this foreign place. She didn't even know the language of this place, how could she know her way back?
This thought made him run faster. But he was just human; he got tired. It wasn't just physical tiredness but he was wearied out mentally and emotionally as well. Mentally because day by day, she was getting out of comprehension. Emotionally, because minute by minute his own emotions were getting out of control.
He stopped to catch his breath. Somewhere in his heart, he wished to see her. For the first time, he wished to get something. Him, who thought that wishes were only for losers who could never help themselves.
And that's what he had become; a helpless loser.
Regaining the control over his breaths he looked around, hanging on to that last fragile strand of hope. But she was nowhere to be seen. He wanted to cry out helplessly to the night, wanted to shout, to beg; just to see her.
And like a miracle, he saw her.
She was standing at a little distance from him, looking at him. For a few moments he stood there in disbelief. As if in a trance, he took a few steps towards her. But she didn't disappear. The comprehension dawned on him, she was real and she was with him.
Clenching his fists, he covered the remaining distance in a few long strides. He himself didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't care about the consequences of his action. He didn't give a damn and let instinct take over his entire body.
His eyes were fixed on hers. She looked up to him once he was close to her. And just like that, he crushed his lips on her.
He had expected it to be wild and uncontrollable but it was gentle and soothing. Her eyes closed at his touch. Breaking apart, he hugged her and rested his face on her shoulder as her arms wrapped around him protectively.
"I'm back..."
She whispered and a tear slid down his cheek. Because he knew it, he just knew it, that this time she meant it.
And the snow kept falling...14.
She crashed on the floor like a puppet cut from its strings. He didn't even spare her one glance, his concentration was on the drink that he was holding in his hand.
"Don't give me that look Princess, you are making me feel guilty." He said mockingly.
"A game...?" Disbelief was the only emotion that she was feeling. All her senses had stopped working.
"Yes, a game. A very nasty political game." He sneered at her broken state. "I'm so sorry you got serious during it. But it was fun playing with you. Too bad I've won and I don't drag victories, I celebrate them." At this, he tipped his glass at her and finished his drink in one last gulp before walking past her outside the room.
Her body seemed to have gone numb. She wanted to cry, scream, shout, tell the world that she had been used like a pawn! She wanted to do something,
anything, but she couldn't. She just sat there on the cold floor where he had left her, waiting for tears to drop. But none came.
"And none would come..." A voice echoed inside her. Her soul seemed to have been suck right outside from her body. She felt cold, empty, lonely. She wanted to cry for tears would be the only indication to tell her that she was alive. Even after hearing the truth which shook her life from its very roots, she was
still alive.
But she remained lifeless like that because tears seemed to have been dried from within her. And she was helpless. Because her tears came only when there was someone to wipe them away. And this time, that
someone had been the reason for those tears that refused to fall.
What do you
do when this happens?
Nothing...
(sequel of sorts here)
15.
Romeo & Juliet.Two lovers caught in the storm of hatred which resulted in them losing their lives to meet in eternity.
Right.
Except, he was no Romeo and she was no Juliet. He didn't sigh and dream about his love and she didn't go to the balcony and call out to her lover.
When he saw her, he felt what it was expected for him to feel - hatred. And when her eyes fell on him, she felt what was natural for her to feel - disgust.
Their royal blood ran strongly in their veins. And belonging to rival families, they had kept alive the generations old conflict between them.
Even so, despite all the hatred and rivalry, whenever he caught a glimpse of her without any prior warning, before any kind of hatred, admiration shone in his eyes. About the way she stood like a queen, smiled like an angel and looked like an enchantress. And whenever she saw him do his best at any competition, in which she wasn't participating, and win it with a bigger than enough margin, appreciation showed on her face. For calculative strategies, his decisive moves and the devil may care attitude.
But before that admiration and appreciation could grow into something else entirely, they would shrug off their shoulders and slip into the skin of being the heirs to two enemy families.
After all, family always came first.
Really thought of doing something different, hence this result. Hope you enjoyed it 😃