Love of 1921

Prologue & Sneak Peak!

Media is a picture of Ekta!!
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/// Prologue ///

Fun loving Ekta takes a tumble {literally} the day she meets Lars.

Unfortunately or fortunately (which might never be decided) Ekta's tumble is more than just a lovestruck slip.

Only her insane spirit would find herself falling off the sides of a Ferris wheel-

And only her newest love interest would stop it just to sweep her off her feet.

Lars mans the controls of the giant machinery, nearly killing Ekta.

And when Ekta wakes up in a hospital bed, Indian blood hot,

you can bet your millions she's pissed.

They fall in love of course- the fun Indian girl and the old fashioned white man- that's not the mystery.

The mystery isn't why Ekta loves him, her blood runs sweet just thinking of the fun she'll have, and the challenge Lars will be- feeling as though sugar cake is being pumped into her system.

The mystery isn't why the mere 14 year olds find themselves loving so early.

The mystery is not how they cope with the horrible racism.

The mystery is why Lars loves her.

Sneak Peak

I slowly batted my long, soft eyelashes up at Lars, syrupy slowness that once poured out of trees back home into dark-wooded buckets, now poured out of my mouth and into my voice.

My lips parted, answering the question he had asked minutes ago, drinking up the long pause like sweet water,"Ekta means unity, I am meant to unite those around me, not to unite myself. I never liked that." Lars played with my silky, brown hair that tumbled down my back in playful tuffs, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear. Sometimes I wonder if they are called sweet nothings because the words make your blood run sweet, even though you often hear nothing. I spoke softer this time, because of how absolutely laughable this moment truly was,"I always played pretend. Not just normal pretend; like playing house with your tribe, and always calling the position of mother. No, not me! I would pretend my name meant something else. Like sparkling ocean, or fun! It took me so long to realize all I wanted to do was mean something, to someone! But soon I realized, you can walk the world alone." I looked up into Lars' grey eyes, drinking up every inch as he wrapped his arm around my normal-sized waist, taking my big hand with his other even bigger one,"Women need to learn to be strong for themselves." I stated blatantly, staring off into the distance, my accent pouring through with passion. Lars hesitated, but I pulled his arm tighter around me, looking back up at him I finished,"But need to learn to take comfort in others."

I continued,"We need to stop staying quiet after being raped, kidnapped or hurt by other tribes, by other people! We need to learn to speak our minds because only good comes out of it! We need to learn to express our feelings when we're in the moment or else they build up and we will explode!" tears formed in my eyes as I spoke with passion,"We need to show that we're not afraid to walk this world alone."

It was quiet for a while. Lars liked to listen, trying to figure out his fascination with me. After the day he told me he loved me, I asked why. Lars went to speak, but I held a finger to his lips, and told him to tell me when he had the best answer in the world- for this would be my very first 'I love you'.

Lars stares at me as I stare ahead, I can feel his soft yet powerful gaze. Two opposites that clash. I believe the Gods Love and Hate themselves clashed and formed Lars. I am not afraid for Lars to hate me, for I am a strong woman.

I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

We clasp hands and I begin once again, for the last time,"My sister's name is Deepika; meaning little light. She's little alone, I am alone, a little. But together, we are a little light of unity! And that works fine for me."

I laid my head on Lars' shoulder, hoping to catch up to the Sandman and let him whisk me to slumber.