The sky is fleeting ~| Short story |~

♥The sky is fleeting ♥

Hi ! Hello! Hola! Ciao!

Thanks for clicking on this story to read, I hope it is as refreshing for you as it is for me writing this here.

I was looking for something new to start after completing the second draft of my story 'The Brewer's Girl'

This is gonna be a short story of say ten chapters?

Question mark because I honestly don't know what this is going to turn into but it's a concept very fresh to me, it isn't in line with all the stories I want to write including the sequel of 'Someday if will happen' but for now I feel these chilling and beautiful summer + monsoon vibes

And hence how can I resist starting this story now! Let me take you all the way from India to Europe and Mediterranean😉

This one's dedicated to as a birthday gift to The_storyteller12

Happy birthday my Doll❤

♥I love you♥

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INTRODUCTION

She was rich but she was definitely not a bitch....

He was rich in the zeal to live life but definitely fleeting in her life .... Like the sky....

And then they floated into the Mediterranean heat, under the same sky, melting into an exquisite moment, riding the waves into an eternity where the Sea meets the Sky.

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PROLOGUE

There are a lot of fleeting moments in life, and it's always those small encounters that touch the fucking core. It changes you in subtle yet apparent ways.

How often she had felt that living life is nothing more than writing on the surface of the lake! So fleeting! Ephemeral! Although each day when it arrives seems like the day that has just passed, it does hold well the power to bring something new or to take away someone dear.

He fell in my life like powdered sugar, brittle, yet airy and without direction. Evanescent grace, he vanished as a vapor does, or love in open air.

She found her fleeting moments of inner peace into the sky but isn't it that nothing remains long enough to know......

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What is intoxication if it doesn't get into your head?

What is fire if it doesn't give off smoke?

So—what is love without perseverance?

Your love is only fleeting if it doesn't get you a beating.

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Sagarika Datta was a renowned businesswoman in the United Kingdom and the one thing she detested was the gloomy London weather. She couldn't do anything about moving and rather thought she deserved to live there still, because it was in this city she could hide inside overcoats and mingle with the crowd, denying to live freely. It was in this city that she had fallen in love with the sky which often reflected her own mood. There was something about the greyness that always comforted her that she wasn't alone. She was married at an early age and soon after only two months of marriage became a widow. Her husband had been in a plane crash when he was visiting Japan for a business meeting. After that she took the lead and continued living life in its all seriousness, hating the very idea of unpredictability when it comes to flying. She hardly knew her husband because it was an arranged marriage and she didn't love him but his death taught her a lot of things with the left out burden of his responsibilities. She stopped living her life and took over to keep the business going, vowing to work so hard that she could afford a private plane and hire the best staff to avoid experiencing what her late husband did. Over the years at such a young age for a widow, she had achieved impressive heights of success in the advertisement and marketing industry and was even curating events and investing in producing literary films and art. Work was all she knew living under the grey skies but she didn't know she'd come across an unknown territory where the sky would make her go tumbling into the abyss of ecstasy and emotions.

Aakash Verma was the man every woman wanted as her friend because of his kindness and compassion. He was a very dedicated son of his divorced Mom and an elder step-brother to two younger siblings Trevon and Larissa. His father was an army man who fought the battle of India Pakistan when he was born and he never saw him. His mom raised him alone with some help from their extended family until society started seeing them as a burden and she had to remarry, one Philip Dias, father to both Trevon and Larissa. But Philip was a strangely irresponsible man who didn't want to take care of three children, especially not Aakash who was a step son to him and often questioned him when he was caught flirting with the ladies in the neighborhood. Aakash was the one who motivated his mother to part ways with Philip and reminded her that she was first wife to honorable Major Shivam Singh Verma and she must stand up for herself. His mom Meetali dias decided to choose herself and became Meetali Verma again and fought the case in the court of law when Philip failed to provide for his two children at least who were still in high school and reaching the age of rebelliousness.

Aakash was a magically hard working guy and he managed to do part time jobs and helped set up his mother's bakery business so that she could feel accomplished and take care of her children now that Philip was also paying his part of the fees. Life in Surat was becoming stable and Aakash was able to complete his graduation and gave exams for further studies. From the age of adolescence he had been earning from little errands for his family and now it was finally time for him to choose himself and go for his dreams. He cleared the international examination and found himself in London, leaving a very proud mother and brother and sister back in India.

But he didn't know after just one month he'd hit rock bottom again. Philip had started bothering his mother again with his lack of money which he probably spent on wooing other women whatsoever resulting in a lot of financial problems for his mother. Aakash was disgusted but he loved his mother a lot so he sent his tuition fees back to India without telling his family that he was dropping out of post grad. MBA was his dream but he could not place anything before his family, not even himself. After all he only knew how much trouble his mother had gone through. So he decided to begin again from scratch and start earning to gather enough money for his own education and as well as to send some to his family. Apart from his responsibilities, he quite loved the city of London. He loved the weather, loved how British pronunciations rolled out of the little children he met on the streets, loved how the city was always on the run and yet when it poured, roads were not deserted and simply went on about their business. It kind of motivated him but he was an artist at heart and he could feel the calm in the winds and could depict the signs of forecast before the weather report came in. Water had always intrigued him because no matter whatever be the shape of any objects, it could just mould into the very form or shape, transform and adapt to any changes in just a second. Mostly because water was powerful and power was something that attracted him a lot.

So when he met such a powerful force in her, he felt like he had found his ground and at the same time drowned into its depths.

Nature is the ultimate power they say and when the course of nature changes, that can even disarm a power like Love and then the Sky and the Sea come to blows to get lost and find each other again and unite to become shatter proof and imperishable.

The sky is fleeting, But the love is forever.

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For now I'll leave you guys hanging😉

Hope this has made your interest pique and you'd want to read this tale of Sagarika ( the sea) and Aakash (the sky)

Their story is just beginning so wait for it 😉

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Love always,

Sue♥

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