BREAKING FREE (pragya's story) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Hello readers, here's the very first official chapter, now the story begins.

It was a beautiful morning in Kensington London, the weather was slowly warming up as the winter faded away, the ice melted away and the snow disappeared, the luscious green leaves of the mighty trees slowly started turning into a warm orange shade. The winter coldness calmed into as serene and gentle breeze, the sun's rays pierced through the fading thick fluffy white clouds that dressed the now pale blue sky.

This peaceful almost fear brought pragya a sense of calmness, one thing that hadn't changed about her over the years was her love of nature, her appreciation of the seasons and the changes they brought. She sat on her bed with the windows open, letting in the gentle breeze that filled the room with freshness and symbolized the beginning of a new season, an new beauty. A beauty she so dearly enjoyed, she smiled as she felt the breeze gently kiss her skin, stroke her hair and fill her lungs, she stared out the window and simply enjoyed the view of the city, she could finally be able to enjoy it's beauty now that winter was coming to an end. She closed her eyes and pictured it, walking down the tree covered streets of that beautiful city, watching her baby girl play in the puddles and run around with her little friends, the sweet smell of the earth after the rains, the beautiful autumn leaves scattered on the vintage bricks that paved  the streets that made it look like something out of a classic painting.

And then it came, her smile widened and her heart flooded with warmth as she pictured it, the very best part about the new season, their walks. Holding his hand and slowly walking down the streets, their fingers intertwining and his warmth radiating from his hand, his big strong hands that made hers look tiny in comparison. Just the thought of it brought her an undescribable amount of joy, she was so lost in her world that she did not hear him come in, he stood at the door and just stared in awe at her beauty, his heart pounding faster and faster, he felt as though he would die right there and then at the mere sight of this woman, how was it even possible for someone to be so beautiful? So gorgeous that her smile could send him into a coma? He asked himself.
Is she even real? No, she must be goddess, I wide grin crept up on his face and he smiled like an idiot.

The realization that she was his, his Queen, his goddess, his wife...Mrs Pragya King Singh. It had been seven years already but he still didn't believe that this woman was his wife, the mother of his child. Can you imagine? He actually had a little version of her, he wondered how he had stayed alive all these years when the mere thought of these women made his heart go wild. The he remembered while he looked at her beautiful smile, that innocent smile and pure soul, she was a dreamer at heart even though she didn't show it, or better yet she hid it, hid it because of that bastard, he took her smile away, he broke her. Kings blood began to boil and he grit his as he thought about him...he clenched his fist in anger and vowed in his heart, swore that he would never hurt her again, NEVER! Now she was safe, he would keep her safe in the cocoon of his love, even though he was too afraid to tell her, he would always show her, forever, until his heart stops beating. And so he calmed himself and continued to watch her