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Hello Guys,
Remember me? Lol, I am here with a new Story. Hope you like it.
I have written this part in my own words, it is Libba Bray's book, A Great and Terrible Beauty.
It is a Love Story!
If you guys want me to write this on any of the FF form. In another words, on any of the Jodis just tell me ok!
Love you all
Prachi
PS :It is a super - Natural story
Please comment as to compliment or criticize. And do suggest how can I improve my writing.
INDEX
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Chapter 1 - Page 1
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Chapter 2 - Page 2
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Chapter 3 - Page 3
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Chapter 1
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17th March, 2008
India, Bombay.
"Mom, Why don't you understand? I need to go back to London. I cant live here, I belong there!" I tried again, arguing with my mother was pointless, I know she will never let me go. Never let me enjoy the cool, decent air of London over the smokers on the side of the streets in India. It wasn't that I loathe India, but living in London was something different.
"Shilpa! Stop it right here. We already discussed this before, ad you know my decision." She said with her sweet smile still lingering over her face. I sighed crossing my hands over my chest and avoiding the eyes gazing on me. Its been three years since I last visited London. My brother, Rahul has been in London since two years now. I like it more there.
I stood there as tears started brimming my eyes ready to spill out any minute. I was sixteen now. I turned sixteen today. Am I not now big enough to make my own decisions? My mother, Krina Sharma, had been living India since, I don't recall being too small. My father,Jay Sharma, however, moved to London with my brother to help him complete his studies of medication. My Grand ma, always stayed in London. She had settled there, and is not willing to even visit India. She was born there and loathes India. The reason, however, is not mentioned into my encounters with her yet.
"Shilpa, How do you like this?" My mother asked me pulling up sterling silver chain out of a side-cart on the road. I didn't reply. I stood there with a glum face. Mymother's smile disdained a bit. I know I was being bad, but I had no choice.
A black mercedes, probably, thats what I could guess from the little knowledge of car, came and stood by us. The glasses were secured and covered with a layer of bluish glamor. I could see my face in the mirror like glasses. A guy wearing black suit, a striped tie and yellow shirt stepped out of the car. I felt my mother go stiff. The guy had pretty pleasant face. Like a true gentle man, he gave a genuine smile to mom, and then to mom. And then shifted his focus back to mother.
After him, a guy wearing informal clothes, a T-shirt with a leather jacket over it, stepped out from the other side of the car. He had the most handsome face I had ever encountered in my life.
"They are near. Beware. I am doing all I could." He said in a low tone to my mother. I saw my mother's eyes go wide with shock. The beautiful smile gone. Her face pale. The next second the guys went back into the car and drove off.
"Mom, are you, ok? Who were they? and what did they meant?" I asked my mother worriedly, going back to London long forgotten.
"Shilpa, Go back to Aunt Siya right now. She is in the jewelry shop two streets away. You know it. I have to meet for some urgent meeting right now. And don't wander away." Before i could reply she tugged the necklace with an "om" design on it. Diamonds decorated over it made it look terribly beautiful. She tucked it in my hand in desperation I could not understand.
"But, Mom, where are you going?"
"Just go! I will be back by ten." She said in demanding tone.
"Mom" I paused to get her attention. "I don't care about it anymore!"
I ran away from there towards the way we came back. Pushing through the people, not even mumbling a small sorry. Before I know it, tears started running down my face. I paused. I was at a park. I don't know which one. I stood there in my blue colored summer dress.
there he stood. The same guy I had met before on the road from that car. The handsome face. I wanted to run. Run away from him. But I could not. I felt dizzy. I could hear him mumbling something. Something like It has started. I don't understand him. Suddenly I felt myself running through the streets. I turned over the sharp corners. Finally, exhausted, stood in front of a hut. I saw my mom standing there. Fear on her face. The guy who came to inform her about something I did not understand, was just behind her. He took out a knife. I wanted to shout to my mother to run. But I could not.
Suddenly, from nowhere, gust of dark clouds, with shines of red linings came towards them. The guy behind my mother tried to run, but was swallowed by the ghostly, fearsome figure. My mother, took the knife that laid behind her, dropped by the guy. The next second what she did made me scream. She stabbed herself with the knife. Be ready Shilpa! Were her last words.
I found myself back into the park. I looked over at the guy. He looked as if reading my face.
"She died, did not she?" He asked as I ran away from him. My legs finally came back to normal, and helped me run away from the horrible vision. But somewhere I knew this was reality.
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Prachi
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