Your passionate hatred for me along with your identity was revealed to me, yet it only strengthened my resolve. Like a candle has to burn for the flame to light the world,I'll burn too for you to shine!
-Ranbir Kohli
He collapsed on the ground, sighing in relief. That was a close call! Had her phone not rung at the correct time, he would have been caught today and directly sent behind bars for trespassing her property without her consent. Wiping the bead of sweat trickling down his face, he stood up and immediately set out on his mission "Find out about the Ice Maiden".
After about 15 mins of search, he came across her passport and smiled in triumph.
"So finally Miss Ice Maiden, let's know your name" Ranbir said and opened the passport only to drop it in shock.
"W-what?? How can she be her? Oh freak!!" he exclaimed and picked it up again, to confirm he was seeing fine and that there was nothing wrong with his eyes. But turns out he was indeed seeing things right and there was nothing wrong with him.
"So the Ice Maiden is renowned author Prachi Mehra??!! I met the only person I've been a fan of and it happened this way? Oh God! But how is this possible? How can such a cold and rude person write such wonderful tales encompassing all human emotions in their best?" he thought out aloud.
This female was indeed an enigma. It had been just a few days and Ranbir was a person who minded his own business and did not go behind solving mysteries behind people and uncovering secrets behind their persona. Yet this lady had intrigued him so much and thus had become a mystery he wanted to solve and a secret he wanted to uncover!
Placing her passport back, he decided to search the entire house. He wanted to know as much as he could about her. He couldn't comprehend this overwhelming emotion yet abided by it. After a search of some more time, he finally reached her writing desk. There happened to be a half written script.
"Maybe her next novel" he thought with a smile and picked it up.
Dusk-
Stolen glances tinged
with pinch of agony
Each evening as she saw the sight manifested infront of her, her heart broke more. But just how long could she contain the broken pieces of her heart within? Just how long could she bear the tinged darkness of dusk when it had to be the dawns that had to light her world?
A small smile formed on his face. This was just wonderful. And now his resolve grew even stronger to find out about her because it was truly a tragedy if an author so brilliant who gave life and emotions to her characters doesn't have it herself.
He placed the script back and opened the drawer gently. What he found in it left him slightly amazed.
It was his letter! She had kept his letter?
"How would she have known it's you, Ranbir? In both your meetings, none of you exchanged names!" his mind said
He picked it up only to see one more sheet of paper beneath it, which had been folded into half. He opened it and started reading it.
The dark side
Of my soul -
Burgeoning buds
Whoever has written this letter, I curse you. Curse you for ruining years I had spent building myself up. Curse you for lending me to a state I detest - of vulnerability! How could just one letter reduce my years of hardwork to waste?
I detest these emotions. I detest this understanding, this admiration! Where had all these been when I was screaming and yearning for it?? That's why I never read any letters! But I don't know what was such in this letter that I couldn't stop myself and now I have seen the consequence.
Memories I had buried within, memories I had not reminisced in the past so many years, how could your mere words make them play infront of my eyes? Who are you?
My world hasn't changed in years and so it cannot change now as well! I'm just waiting, waiting for the inevitable end and till then, tormenting myself each day, just to feel the hate I hold for myself. Each day this torment has strengthened my hate for myself. Nothing can change that! Nothing can replace this hate! Nothing! I'll wipe out everything that threatens to topple this world.
The world has seen the ice succumb to heat but now the world will see how fire succumbs to ice!
He put back the letter in place and placed everything how it was kept. He then moved out of her room. Tears trickled down his eyes and he just wiped them haphazardly as he exited the house and moved towards his own.
He needed sometime to process his emotions.
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She entered the house and moved towards her room. All the while a familiar warmth seemed to surround her. She looked around but spotted no one. She checked her important stuff but found nothing missing. Everything was in its place, just the way she had left it.
But why then did it feel like he had been here?
His presence and warmth were the only things that rattled her. He was the only one capable of bringing change in her and this was precisely what she did not want. And so, she had resolved to crush him before he could crush her existence!
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So both have made their own resolves! Who will succeed?
Prachi or Ranbir?
Do share your views.
Love,
Pratyusha
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Splinters Of Ice | Pranbir
Fanfiction..... Prachi x Ranbir AU ...... // Can be read as general fiction // An enigma she was, unfathomable depths she held within herself. Every interaction with her asserted the same. Yet like moth to the flame, he was drawn to her irrevocably. The plung...
