What does it feel to leave everything behind, what does it feel to leave the house and your family. I will never know, cause the house I'm leaving behind hold nothing of mine. Neither memories nor joy.
The car moved out of the estate as I see the faded image of the villa and my namesake family.
It was two days ago when my father bragged into my room with a proud look his face, as if he has achieved something priceless.
My room was big, beautiful but it felt like prison. I felt chained in that room.
"You are engaged, a day after tomorrow you will move to your fiancé house he will come to pick you. "
Our relation was always like this, like driving a car in hills. After my mother died, he remarried. My stepmother was not cruel or like any other stepmother they showed in TV shows. Rather I will say that we were on good terms.
A year after remarrying he sent me abroad, and not to mention it was the best two years of my life. But media and relatives didn't wanted me to be happy. The question of 'where I am' bought me back to India, leaving my peaceful life behind.
I was never out in public, later to announced that I was sick and fragile. Like any Disney princess I was trapped inside my room with ton of facilities but not freedom.
Even the fact that I got to know that I had sibling in their 1st birthday... it was hideous. I met my siblings and family only in occasion or in festivals, like a outsider, like a guest only to pay her visits.
The maid who was also my nanny kept a keen on me, reporting everything to my father. She thought me everything, from the way I'll walk to the way I'll laugh, each and everything. In these eighteen years, I've adapted this life.
I turned 26 three months back and now I was getting married, to whom, I don't know, when, I don't know but I'm.
I always dreamed to marrying my someone I'll love, who will get me out of this prison like villa. But my dream died back when I turned twenty. When I accepted my reality, reality that no one was going to my prince charming, or a knight in shining armor.
Today, after two days here I'm sitting in a luxury Rolls-Royce alone with just a driver. When my father heard that no one came to pick me, he was angry. Maybe because it was insult but mostly because his ego was stabbed, his reputation was hurt.
They did came to see me off, or maybe to see me the last time. The last thing I heard from my birth giver was,
'It's not official yet, act wisely and behave good. '
At first I was kinda hurt but then I realized that I was finally out of that villa, finally out of the darn room. But then again, kinda scared of what future holds for me.
He could be anyone, he could be an old man or a drunkard. I knew I should keep my expectations low but I can't, atleast I can dream of a decent looking man in his 30s or maybe 40s... maybe 50s also.
I watched as the cars zoom passed ours in seconds. I didn't knew where I was going, but I was enjoying the noise of vehicles and traffics. Weird... I know but when you live eighteen years in ear piecing peace, the noise bring a life to you.
The car stopped out a airline and my door was opened by a man. I descend and saw a man carrying my suitcase. They were not my father's man, the black uniform, which was like a outfit screamed that they worked for special someone epically the small brooches they were wearing. And that special someone was definitely not the king of Jaipur.
"This way, mam. "
A man guided me to towards the private plane area. The whole airport was eying us, specially the big bulky men who was working as a shield to me.
They guided me to a private jet and I was welcomed by two air hostess. They guided me to inside and I buckled myself. Nearly after 15 to 20 the jet was in the sky roaming in the clouds.
"Would you like a tour mam? "
"Yes. "
She smiled and now we were off to see the luxury jet. First, where I was sitting, was the main lounge with with a big u shaped coach and a maybe a 80 inch TV. The dinning was right behind it followed by a private big bedroom along with bathroom which had a makeup room in it. And lastly she showed me the private lounge which was attached to the bedroom.
Now I was questioning if the man was the richest in the India, maybe the world.
The ride was small, it took one and a half hour to reach Surat. Again, a Rolls-Royce was standing, waiting for my arrival. I watched the city, trying to different it from the Jaipur.
The car stopped outside a tall big building and again a man in suit guided me into the building upto a penthouse.
"You will have to wait mam, sir isn't here and no one knows the password. "
I slowly nodded and sat in the coach which was put outside in the lounge. The man was now gone leaving me alone in the silence.
Oh, how much I hate silence... I pulled out my Airpods and tap to the Lanas' Playlist enjoying her dugazon voice.
When I've arrived here it was four in the evening which has now turned into seven in the evening. The time passed fastly with the music flowing through my ear. But now I was growing impatient waiting for someone outside their house, whom I don't even know.
The arrangement of cars and men was proof that he didn't forget I was arriving today, then why am I alone sitting in a lounge for almost three hours. Not eaten since the afternoon I was getting hungry. I took the bottle which was sitting on the table and drank it in one gulp.
Finally after three hours of waiting I heard the elevator dinged and it opened. I stood up to face the man I was waiting for nearly three hours.
I should've been happy or maybe sad, maybe angry but what I saw in front of me was terrifying.
The shoes that should've been pure black had a mixer of crimson in them, the pants that was press neatly had a few drops of red in them and the shirt that should've been white was now turned into colour red and white shirt which screamed nothing but blood.
His one hand was holding his suit jacket and the other was in into the pocket of his dress pants.
I should look up, up to his face but I was scarred of looking at the beast who was standing in front of me. I was scared of the outcome if somehow I'll upset him.
I was terrified.
He said nothing, just moved to open the door which I was waiting to get opened but now I really didn't wanted to go in, in into a den of a beast.
The door opened and I squeezed the straps of my handbag, afraid of going in. He helped me pull in my suitcase and we got in.
As soon as we stepped in two big dogs and a puppy came running and pounced on him. Unconsciously I took a step back and my heels clicked against the polish floor making all of them to look at me.
As a guard dogs they were ready to attack at the stranger, and now that was me. The glares that I was getting from them was clear that I could be torn apart in any moment.
It was seconds after I felt my hands being pulled slightly and I slowly bent down like him.
"Keep your hands forwards. "
I followed his intrusion by forwarding my left arm out still eyeing the dogs.
My hands started shaking as they started smelling my hands.
"Stay still. "
His breath fanned against my ears and I turned to look at him, his face inches away from mine. We looked at each other for the first time. First thing I captured about him was, he was handsome, not like any Disney prince but like a villain in the hollywood movies.
Perfect shaped face with long stumbled beard with sharp jaw. Straight nose with slight thin lips and most of all his eyes. A forest colour eyes which looked peaceful but scary. His face was looked rough, not like a man who do skincare to protect his skin rather who will work till he will drop. The thin layer of dark circles under his small downtruned eyes were profe that he slept just to keep moving.
"Woof! "
I turned quickly knowing well that I was starting way too much.
Unintentionally my eyes moved to his shirt, the white and crimson shirt he was wearing and a shiver of fear ran down spine.
The dogs didn't reacted on other scents like it was common for them to smell other people on him.
As if sensing my fear, he left my right hand and stood upto his full height.
"I'll show you your room. "
He ordered me and moved without waiting for me up to the stairs, carrying my suitcase in one hand with ease. The dogs were now following him and I felt like one them.
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