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I have updated next chapter of my story. Do comment and press like button. I hope you will like it.
I am sorry, I may not be able to send PMs. It is mainly because i do not get enough time off from studies and other issues this days.
And to remind you guys again. This Story is almost a concept of Libba Bray's Books.
A Great and Terrible Beauty
Angel Rebel
The sweet far thing
All are one series.
Thank you!
Love
Prachi
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CHAPTER - 2
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The beauty of London did not fancied me anymore. I had lost my mother. My beloved mother. Now I want to go back to the time and tell her how much I love her. That I never meant to say those bitter words. That I do care for her. But it was not possible. She was gone. Away from my life. From dad's Life. From Shaan's Life. From our life. I wish...Just wish I had magic to rewind my life.
The rusty smell enterred the car through the open windows as we reached passed through the uncivilized part of London. The people were around wearing shaggy clothes. It was not very nasty to me.I was used to such things. But certainly not Shaan. He had his nose covered with a white handkerchief. I stiffled my giggle by biting my lower lip. I was scared that it would bleed. The car suddenly came to a stop.
I peeked out of the window from my back-seat as Shaan stepped down the car. There were two men, dressed none likely to be decent asking for something, I assume, is money. I could see Shaan shakig his head in no, but the man wont agree to my brother's terms. Suddenly inside the soundproof car, i started hearing mur-murs. I tried to call out for my brother but I cannot. I could not breath. I felt air whirling around me. Everything was too slow to be taking place in a real world. I can see my brother waving the men off. His hand moved as slow as I had ever seen. And with a sudden jerk I was pulled into another vision. I felt myself walking down a foot-path. I stopped by a pastry shop and entered in. The shope was empty, save for a women in green dress by the window. She looked towards me with sudden anger and astonishment.
I jerked back fighting for air. My breath heavy, my stomach in a tight knot. I looked through the front window and saw my brother still arguing with those men in need of money to buy there bottles. All I wanted right now was to get out of this place. I stepped out of the car, though it was not decent for a sixteen your old lady to step out of the car at such a place.
"Get your bloody faces out of here!" I screamed at them and that caught unwanted attention of the eyes around me. But I cared less for them. The two man looked at me as if they could kill me right here right now, and I felt as if I am in a killing danger. But to my astonishment the two men walked away into their small cottage. I sighed, my breath still not normal. I sat back in the car as Shaan told the driver to go on. He looked at me worriedly. I knew I owe him an explanation.
"You do know you owe me an explanation Niky Sharma" He reflexed my thoughts.
"It is just that, I-I miss mother." I lied. Though it was not that it was not true either. I missed her. Our lovely mother. Shaan gave a curt nod and looked away.
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Grace Academy Of England. Girls' Boarding school. The school was wide and high. On the east
of the school there were lights on and shadows of girls moving around in their rooms. It was dark, around 7:30.
We moved inside and talked with the head mistress. Mrs. Caster. She was an old lady with glasses, that stayed on her nose. She asked me some questions on all the subjects and tested my behavior, and I gave my best.
A little later she called a lady known to be, Sally. She was fair with copper hair that were tied in a pony tail. She was dressed in a frock kind of clothing. I have never seen anyone wear those. She took my luggage and walked me to my bedroom. I had to share my room with someone, she says. I was wondering how my partener would be, when we were at a door already. Sally knocked on the door, and after few moments a girl of my age appeared at the door. She was in a siimple dress, her brown hair tucked in a clutcher. I smiled at her and she responded it with sweet smile.
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"Sarah Clistopher." She said sitting on her bed. And I eventually, knew my bed was the one beside the window. I smiled.
"Niky Sharma." I replied. She nodded and then smiled. It was already around 9:30. I started unpacking my stuff when I heard rain outside. I went towards the window to close it when I saw him again. The building was exactly oppsosite from mine. I did not know much about this school. Neither its areas. I turned towards Sarah.
"What is the building right there?" I asked pointing out the window.
"Oh, You do not know? How astonishing! It is Charles' Academy! Boys boarding school." She said as if that was the iggest fact of the world. As if she just told me my name.
"Oh, forgive me, I must tell you I do not know much about this academy. Neither areas around here. Why, Neither much about England! I have been in India almost all my life." I say looking out of the window again. His face was so tiny. But I knew it was him. I could feel it.
"India, you say? That is so marvelous. I did love to go there once." Sarah says in daze. I smile. She goes on."How is it? Is it just like London?"
"No, India is the most fantabolous place on Earth." I say feeling proud. She cocks her eyebrows.
"Pray tell what do you mean by 'fantabulous!' " She asks confused. I laugh. Her face falls.
"I am sorry! It is actually not real word. It was invented among friends. It is a combination of Fantastic and Fabulous." I smile again holding my laugh.
"Oh! That is so witty to figure." She says with a smile, and a moment later we both burst out laughing.
I think, I have found a friend in Grace Academy Of England, the Girl's Boarding school. But the mysterious boy is still a Mystery.
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"Niky! Wake up! It is time for your shower." I heard Sarah's far away voice in my sleep. I lazily opened my eyes and hastily sat up on the bed. I glanced at the desk clock, it was 6:30. I yawned stretching my arms out.
"Good Morning Niky!" Sarah wished me with a smile.
"Good Morning Sarah, How do you do this morning?" I ask grinning. She laughs and turns to me.
" How do I look Miss. Sharma?" She asks grinning back.
"As fresh as flower just bloomed out of a bud" I reply dramatically. An we both laugh. For once after weeks, I have had this pleasant morning. Wondering if I will be as happy as now forever, I walk towards the window. An unknown force pulls me to it.
"Sarah, do you have a binocular?" I ask her as she sits on her bed reading a storybook, this early.
"I do, it is in the drawer next to my bed" She points at her wooden table. I opened eat and found the binoculars right there. I looked at the opposite building. It was just as it was here. Just the rooms were a little bit larger. There was no one the beds. For I could on see the beds throught the wondow. After a while, the 'mystery boy' came in sight. My heart beat quickened. He took a watch from the bed and wore it on his wrist. I felt bad for spying on him. But what was he doing then?
I sighed putting the binoculars away and got ready for the day.
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