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"I don't know why I'm here father" I asked my father who was escorting me into the ballroom with a timid voice that only he could hear. He stopped suddenly and pulled me into an isolated corner, he stared down at me making me shiver with the anger in his eyes. Why does he hate me so much, what have I ever done to him?
"Listen young lady, I have tried very hard to get you an invitation into this ball, now don't disappoint me, you better make yourself useful and start getting to know some of the men here, and hopefully one of hem may be blind enough to consider making you their Queen so that I don't have to be stuck with you"
He said it with such hate in his voice that I couldn't help but let out a whimper, the only thing I ever asked for in life was to get the love of a father, but sadly my god maybe too busy to hear my silent, pleading prayers. He gives me an angry glare before walking off into the ball room leaving me alone in the corner. I let out few more tears telling myself to straighten up and act elegant. I see a glass door and try to fix my hair and wipe the streaming pool of tears but I cant help but look at the reflection of the lonely girl, that's all I will ever be in life, alone. I touch my reflection ever so lightly as if I am made of glass. Sadly like all the times the image fades away leaving me alone in the world.
I move past the crowded hall of gowns and girls, the hall is magnificent truly bigger than any I have ever seen. I notice my companions at the back of the halls and make my way towards them, as I get closer I can tell that they are shaking their heads in a no, trying to tell me that its not a good idea, and I know it isn't. I mean they are my maids and a Princess seen talking to her workers is considered highly unlady like. But as for now I don't care about any judgments, these 2 girls are the only people I have in my life who have sincerely been there for me and not for my father's money. I pick up my paste moving faster towards them but I come to a halt as I see my father with an angry expression on his face. His jaw tightens and his hands tighten around the wine glass he is holding, so tight that its seems any second it can break. Out of fear I move away from my companions and back into the middle of hall.
Every girl here has a dazzling smile on her face that is brighter than the lights of the ball room. They all have their escorts who are dancing with them as if there is no tomorrow. I wish I could be in their place but wistfully that may never happen. My father told me the reason I am here was so that a Prince could pick me out and choose me to become their princess but that will never happen. Who would want to have a Queen who doesn't even have a mother, who doesn't even know the most simplest things about being a Queen. Why would anyone choose me?
I stand their alone watching the couples spin round and round in circles, I smile to myself for their happiness, I hope they will always stay like that, happy and never get the fate that I have. I let out a sigh of grief and start to move myself out the door, I can't stay here any longer, the air is suffocating me.
I was only a few more steps away from the door when I bumped into a wall like object. I closed my eyes in fear of having my body smash against the cold marble floor. To my surprise I felt nothing of the sort, for the first time in my life I felt warm and and...wanted. I gradually open my eyes afraid that if I face the truth of the world the warmth will disappear, except I didn't. I open my eyes and felt my self getting lost once again into his eyes. They held so much emotion, so much intensity, so much so much...love. How is it possible?
These kind of balls never interested me, I don't get why my mother sent me here. I thought making my way up the stairs. My mother says that I need to find a Queen to make my self I king, but why doesn't she understand that I am perfectly capable of running my kingdom on my own. I don't want to destroy the soul of an innocent with my rage, I breathed out a sigh of frustration scanning the building in front of me, it was beautifully covered by many lights that even a person who was standing at the far corner of the world would be able to see it. I looked around the entry of the hall it was packed with many Monarchs from all over the country with their daughters, which eyed me shamelessly, but I paid no heed to them. Tonight was just a past time. I notice my companions talking merrily about their life's events, they look over at me and I give them a small smile before walking towards them. Before I could take another step I heard the most heart breaking sound I have ever heard, it was like a cry, almost like a baby crying. For some reason I forgot about my friends and glance the entire room worriedly, why does that sound make me restless. I glance at each and every corner of the room before my eyes from where the direction the sound was coming from. It was girl. But she wasn't just girl, she looked more delicate and fragile then a broken angel. Her face was as innocent as a new born baby but the tears streaming down her face only hid the treasures of her eyes. For some reason I felt like going up to the girl and hugging her telling her that everything will be okay. Without even thinking I move myself closer to her, but to my bad luck she moves away from me and into the hall of light and gowns.
For the rest of the evening I eyed her carefully, I know it isn't very gentleman like to stalk a lady and one that maybe of higher monarch than me but I couldn't help myself there was just something about her that pulled me towards her that made me feel complete for once. For the whole night she hadn't talked to anyone and unlike the other girls she hadn't danced with any men either. She seemed different than any of the girls I had ever come across, many girls would try to impress me but she didn't even know I was in the room, many girls would wear tight gowns that would have taken their workers over years to make but she was wearing a simple golden white gown that only she could look glowing in. I was getting way too caught up in this mere girl so I decided to head out for some fresh air.
What was about this girl that made me so restless, what was it about that girl that made my heart bleed watching her cry silently. Who was she?
I found myself thinking about the girl with out even realizing, I was pacing back and forth in the night with the only source of light as the moon. I looked up at the sky, the stars seemed brighter and the moon seemed bigger. The cold breeze of Autumn brushed past me giving me a moment of peace. I close my eyes in content thanking my god for giving my such a wonderful life. I was the proud Prince of Nightingale, the kingdom of pride. I had my mother and my sister who mean everything to me. I sigh and decide to head back into the ballot search for my mystery girl.
Once again I walk up the stairs that led me to the girl. Who is she? I had to know. I pick up my paste in a hurry to see her again but only to have myself crash into a soft pillow like body. Out of nowhere I wrap both my arms around her waist successfully saving her from an injury. Once we were both steady I scanned the face of the girl only to be shocked to the girl. It was my mystery girl. I felt my breath get stuck in my throat seeing her face up close. If I thought that she was pretty from a distance than she was tens time prettier up close. She had a cute button nose that was scrunched up and pink plump lips that were quivering out of fear. She was holding my shoulders with a tight grip but to me it felt as if butterflies were dancing on my arms. I pulled her closer tightening my grip around her waist, thats when she opened her eyes, that's when I felt my world around me come to a halt. He looked deep into her doe eyes, they had so much pain and sadness, the same sadness that was in her voice. He was about to say something but she pulled away from him and got out of his grip. Both were now standing straight, the girl was looking down at the floor while the boy was trying so hard to get her to look up.
"Sorry" She whispered. She didn't like the close proximity between them, it was creating havoc in her mind, her heartbeat was accelerating each passing second as the man in front of her continued to stare at her with so much love. But why?
"Its okay" He replied back with a smile. He stepped closer to her making her all the more nervous he held her small hand and was surprised to find it fit so perfectly in his big one. He brought her soft hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss as she gasped. She felt shivers run down her body as his rough lips made contact to her smooth skin, her knees were getting weak on her and were ready to give up any second.
"What's your name?" He asked curiously, looking deep into her eyes. The 2 were standing outside the entry hall alone with only natures voices in the background.
"Zoya" She replied back with a small smile, suddenly the events of earlier didn't seem to bother her anymore, all she cared about was what was happening to her with her this very moment. The man in front of her didn't know what was happening to him but he knew one thing, that he had to make the angel in front of him, his. He wanted to get rid of all the evils that had ever haunted her and protect her from all her pain
"Well my lady, would you like to dance?". Zoya nodded, and he led both of them back inside the ball room.
The once loud and rushed room stood silent looking at the 2 bodies walking in together. All eyes were glued on to them, Zoya scanned their faces giving each of them confused looks not realizing what the drama was about. Meanwhile her father watched her with anger coursing through him as he eyed the man holding on to his daughter, can't she do anything right for once. He thought bitterly.
Soon the 2 were in the middle of the hall, he put Zoya's dainty hands on to his shoulders while he slid his hands around her waist pulling her closer. He breathed in her scent and closed his eyes. They both were getting lost in each others arms, for the first time in their lives feeling complete.
"Why were you crying?" the man blurted out after swaying to the music for what felt like eternity. Zoya looked up from the floor surprise written all over her face, she gave him an alarmed look, he realized that he had sounded too forward and held her tighter.
"I saw you at the beginning of the ball, you were in the hall and you were crying, why, may I ask?" He said it so softly that Zoya couldn't help but melt into his arms. She felt tears blur her vision seeing so much care from a guy she doesn't even know.
"I-I was missing my mother" She replied meekly. He stood their still trying to absorb the fact of his angel losing someone so close to her heart. He brought her closer to him and started to draw circles with his thumb on her back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know" He apologized while she gave him a sad smile in return. As much as he hated to see her sad he didn't want to stop the conversation.
"What about your father?" Zoya felt more tears stream down her face at the mention of her father. He pulled his one arm from her face and gently wiped her tears shaking his head in a no. Once Zoya had stopped tearing up she decided to tell him.
"My father never really cared about me, he wanted a son, but got me and before he could ask for a son my mother died, so he was stuck with me as his bur..."
She couldn't continue as she felt his hand on her mouth stopping her from speaking. She stared at him wide eyed while he looked at her sternly, he removed his hand from her mouth and moved his face closer to her until they could feel each others breath fanning their faces.
"Don't call yourself a burden when any man over here would be lucky to make you a part of their life"
Zoya couldn't help but tear up at his words, she had never received this much love all her life and she now that she was getting it all in one go she couldn't help but cry. He smiled down at her, amused to see her crying once again, he held her head with his palm and wiped her tears away.
"What's your name?" She asked feeling stupid that she was falling in love with a guy whom she didn't even know the name of.
"Asad Ahmed Khan"
That's when reality dawned upon her, she knew that it was too good true. She knew that all this was just temporary before the world took it all away from her. Her glowing face turned pale as she let her hands drop from his shoulders. No wonder everyone was staring at them. Asad gave her a confused look seeing her back away from him, confusion turned into worry seeing her step back further.
"Whats wrong?" He asked clearly worried
"I-I have to go" Zoya picked up the hem of her gown and ran out the hall. Asad meanwhile was broken out of his trance seeing her back moving further away from him. He straightened himself up in the blink of an eye and ran towards her, trying to catch up to her.
"Hey, whats wrong?"He screamed to her running back. He was out of breath while she was crying to no end. She ran out the hall with him following close behind, Zoya came to a halt realizing that she couldn't run any longer. She held her heart to calm herself down but it only made her cry even more, why couldn't she ever be happy in her life.
Asad was shaken to the core seeing her cry, one minute she was smiling and now she was crying again. He slowly moved down the stairs towards her sobbing form. He put his hand on her shoulder but was surprised to see her flinch at his touch. The mere action broke his hearts to bits.
"Please stay away from me" She choked out between her sobs. Asad found himself crying as well seeing her so broken, he tried to move closer to her not wanting her to move back.
"I said stay away, don't you get it, we aren't meant to be" She screamed in his face as if it will help her, but what she didn't know that it was doing more damage to both of them.
"Why not?" He yelled back.
"Because your a Khan and I'm a Siddique" She yelled out the truth right in his face. Asad felt his heart stop beating for a minute, the girl he had fallen in love with was the daughter of the man who killed his father.
He didn't know how to react whether to be angry or or...he didn't know what else to feel but then he looked down at the form of his angel crying again and his heart melted again. He realized then that his father's death wasn't her fault of the girl sobbing her heart out in front of him. The girl didn't have apart to play in his father's death, the girl had gone through much worse in life then he ever had so why should he let her go through it any longer.
He was in love with her even before he saw her and nothing and no one was going to change that. He stepped down from the stairs until he was hovering above her crying form, he held her in his embrace hugging her and rubbing her back until she stopped crying. Zoya was in too much pain to do anything, the one time she was happy it was snatched away from her again. what was her father going to think of her now, he already hated her what will he do with her now?
Soon the crying subsided and Zoya was just laying her head on his chest for as long as she could before she had to walk away. Asad pulled her head out of his chest but held her arms tightly.
"I don't care where your from, I don't care who your father is, all I know is that I love you, please be with me?" He asked her with so much sincerity in his voice, rubbing her cheek to feel its softness.
Zoya stared at him, she couldn't be happier but when has her happiness every stayed for long, her father's image popped up in her mind and she closed her eyes in pain and agony. She got up and turned around now her back was facing him, for now she couldn't cry because she would end up in his arms again, for now she had to stay strong, just for now
"I'm sorry, but we can't be together" She didn't give him a chance to speak, she ran away from him not giving him a second glance. Asad stood their frozen watching her run out of his life forever.
And that was the end of their love story...
Inspired by Taylor Swift - Love Story
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, don't forget to like and comment:)
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