(Banner has been found on google
so I hold no credit for it except the wordings)
Note : This is no more a one shot.. but a short
story which might be 3 or 4 shots in all...
Dedicated to
all those who comment on my stories regularly...
Stuck for hours, she looked through the window
panes and assumed that in an hour or two the first floor of the building might
already be dug under the snow... While the other people were left completely
worried of the stormy weather, the girl in casual blue jeans, pullover and long
boots, had no signs of worry.. With her long black silky hairs her big shining
eyes and fair skin she could be called Snow White.. A smile curved on her lips
as she thought “after all there’s no better place than a library for a literature
student to die”. And she opened her diary.. A pen in her right hand while she
let her left elbow resting on the table..
11th January 2014
She wrote....
It happened a decade ago... 2004, January... the 11th..
There was this huge success party in Gupta
mansion... The venture between the two most powerful businessmen of London.. The
Raizada and The Gupta extended their hands towards each other for a
compromise.. Two enemies had put aside their differences and they decided to
help each other.. As without each other, both powerful businessmen might have
lost their empires... And further down the corridors of the mansion, there was
this girl in her room.. Lonely and silent... the daughter of Mr Sashi Gupta.. Miss
Khushi Kumari Gupta, the only heiress of Gupta empire.. Beautiful like her
mother was... Sitting in front of the mirror, the maids brushed her hairs as
she observed her pale face.. Her mother died only few weeks before and today
the words of her father pierced her heart.. “ Forget the dead ones”... Mr.
Gupta was a severe, strict father but never so rock hearted.. He changed...
Death of his wife changed him for the worst.. And as usual Khushi would have to
suppress her sorrows and joined into the merry of her businessman father who
shows to the world that he is a strong heartless man but in reality he was
broken... The maid adjusted the diamond crown on Khushi’s head.. She tried to
smile at her reflection but in vain.. A royal theme and the heiress was
expected to be the princess of the night... Her gaze went searching a glimpse
of her mother.. She grabbed the picture from the dressing table and a light
smile appeared on her face as she remembered the laughter of her mother..
Taking a breath, she placed back the picture on the dressing table when in no
time a violent breeze caused it to fly away through the open window.. Khushi
jerked up and fear took over her.. This was the last picture clicked of her
mother.. A few days before the accident.. The last time she heard the laughter
of her mother.. the most radiant laughter... “the last one” , she thought... Khushi
ran out of the room hurriedly and headed to the illuminated lawn... Ignoring
any salutations, Khushi searched nervously for the picture.. Worry lines on her
forehead.. Her tears threatened to fall.. Pairs of eyes staring at her beauty..
But she herself had no idea how beautiful she was.. till suddenly.. She felt a
tap on her shoulders.. Slowly she turned.. Their eyes met.. His intense gaze drowned
into the pure beauty of her innocence.. And she felt strangely different..
The princess outfit...
The prince outfit...
TO BE
CONTINUED
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