It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.
Title : Life is Not a Fairy Tale
Life was no less than a fairy tale for Meera up until her wedding. Her dreams shattered as she welcomed the bitter and the most traumatic truth of her life.
She still recalled how adamant she was to get married to Aryan, her friend’s elder brother. Unknown that their marriage was going to be the biggest disaster for her.
She couldn’t see the monster hidden underneath the pretty package. It was so easy for her to fall in love with tall and handsome Aryan, the owner of penetrating green eyes.
It had been three years now. Three years of her transformation from a careless impulsive rich spoilt brat to a diligent and responsible woman.
“Got to go now, Aryan will be home anytime.” Meera rose to her feet and stormed out of the glass door of Ella’s Beauty Salon.
“Wait up. Care to remove the curlers.” Ella shouted as she saw hurried Meera marching towards her car.
Ella was Meera’s friend and a beauty therapist. Meera met Ella when Aryan relocated from Hicksville to Sapphire Heights three years ago.
The relocation was initially for business purposes but later Aryan fell in love with the calm and serene Sapphire Heights, making the place their home.
Meera had no choice but to accept whatever Aryan imposed on her.
Driving back home in her luxurious Limo, Meera received Aryan’s text.
Meet me at sunset point.
“Sunset point, now…why?” Confused, she mumbled under her breath.
“We’re going to Sunset Point, Tim.” She told the driver as she removed the curlers from her hair, barely disturbing the tendrils of her long brown hair.
And the next moment, the black Limo raced up toward the northern end of the town.
Sunset Point was a spot located at a peaking height. Known as lover’s spot, Sunset Point was famous for giving a bird’s eye view of the entire town of Sapphire Heights.
Why he wants to meet me at Sunset Point, when there’s nothing romantic has left between us. The way he has treated me over the past three years, it’s ridiculous to meeting at a lover’s paradise.
Meera could see Aryan’s dominant silhouette in the evening sun. He was standing with his face towards the setting sun.
Meera walked towards him with slow baby steps. There was a soothing calm all around. The chirping birds played a love serenade. She could recall how she fell in love with Aryan.
She met Aryan on her friends’ Naina’s birthday and instantly fell in love with her best friend’s elder brother.
She never knew how dangerous it would be falling for a disciplined army man. Her life turned upside down when she married Aryan after a short courtship of two months.
She never expected Aryan would act like a ringmaster for her wife. She had to be on her toes all the time. Her waking, sleeping, lunch, dinner times were all set by Aryan.
“Hi,” a slow whisper escaped her lips as she neared him.
He turned around, a halo of sunlight kissing his evenly set honey-brown hair.
“Happy birthday, my wife.” He came close and held a blue velvet box to her.
“Birthday? Aw, shucks, I forgot it…”
“But, I remember.” He leaned closer and took out the diamond pendant from the box. “Shine like this always.”
She couldn’t work out how the dictator had transformed into a passionate lover overnight.
“What’s wrong? I mean why are you doing all this.”
“I’m sorry, precious, for being so rude to you all the time. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“What?” Her eyes narrowed.
“I know it’s overwhelming but I got to tell you this?” He looked in her eyes, sliding the necklace around her sculpted neck.
The touch of his fingers on the nape of her neck gave her goosebumps. She couldn’t resist but to look inside those green striking eyes.
“I wanted you to be a woman you are now. Smart, confident, disciplined, and strong.”
“And how can you say I’m the one…”
“See this…” Aryan handed Meera the offer letter from one of the biggest publishing houses in the States.
“I always wanted you to achieve your dreams. You were good at writing and I wanted you to follow your dreams. Something that’s not possible if you don’t bring a change about yourself.”
“But you never told me that you want me to write….”
“Some things are left unsaid.” Aryan kissed Meera’s long artistic fingers as the sun hid behind the clouds.
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