Dreams

My Dream Prince

I was standing there in my coral pink saree. I didn't really know where I was, but I would say that it was the prettiest banquet hall I've ever seen. The hall was filled with serial lightings and the dinning tables and chairs arranged neatly with a colossal red carpet spread on the floor. The hall was also adorn with pleasant smelling blossoms of all kind and colors .  As I stood there, my eyes greedily trying to capture the beauty of the place, a waiter waked in and handed me a red card sealed inside a golden envelope. I took the card, in which was written,

"Your love is waiting for you on the rooftop."

I was dumbstruck. Hundreds of questions started running inside my head. Who sent me this card? Should I go up or leave this place and run back home? How did I get here alone? How do I get out?

I searched for the waiter to find out who had given him the card. But he was gone. It felt as if I was trapped in a maze with no way out. So, I took my first step towards the elevator nervously as I didn't really have a choice. What if it was a psycho lover or a serial killer? Who could it be? Would it be a crazy stalker or is it just my friends trying to freak me out with one of their childish pranks? My mind kept rambling the various possibilities, further haunting my poor frightened being with terror as lift went up...

 12th floor... 15th floor... Rooftop.

It opened. I was totally apprehensive. I anxiously tucked my hair behind my ear and kept walking when suddenly, I heard someone calling out my name. I turned around to see a handsome young chap in a black suit. His hair was perfectly done, his eyes were dazzling and his lips bore the sweetest smile.

As he came closer and closer, I froze, mesmerized in his charm.

"You look so pretty." He whispered into my ears. His voice was enchanting. I blushed without letting him know it.

We just kept staring at each other dazed under the moon lit sky. Suddenly, he took my arms into his.

"Gwen, will you marry me?" he asks, going on his knees.

What!!! How on hell did he know my name? How can he propose a girl in the very first encounter. Didn't that sound ridiculous.

My brain commanded me to run away, but my heart whispered something else. I decided to follow my heart as soon as my eyes met his blue eyes overflowing with love and passion.

"Yes." I said, and before I could think further about the stupid reply of mine, I experienced something unexpected.

He hugged me and started crying like a small baby. I could hear him murmuring "I love you. Stay with me forever. Never leave me."

I had several questions running on in my mind, but I left them unanswered. I decided to cherish the moment. I didn't know what made me tell it, but I said,

"I'll never let you go."

He looked at me. Then, he whipped his tears and swiftly took me into his arms. I froze for a moment. He gently tickled my nose with his. His lips were only a few inches away from mine when it sweetly whispered, "I am going to love you for the rest of my life." before touching mine . On witnessing his abounding love for me,  I give in and he cups my face gently and pulls me closer to deepen the kiss... I quiver in delight as I relish the moment surrendering to him.... 

Beep... Beep... Beep. The alarm rang.
I opened my eyes and everything vanished in a moment.

Bloody hell!! It was just a dream.

But, for me, who'd been single throughout my 21 years of existence , it seemed strange and irrelevant. I tried to recall every moment and it felt so real.  It took a while to come back to reality. I got up from my bed slowly and started getting ready for yet another busy day of my life. I lived in a small studio in Paris. My family was in India, and I've come here for the love I had for music and my desire to live my passion.

I wore a white tank top and a blue denim shorts. I added a blue checked shirt to complete the look. I tied my hair into a messy knot as usual and had my potter specs on. I applied a bit of makeup.

I took my guitar, and kept it inside the bag.

Crap!!! I've missed the plectrum again. Ugh!!! It happened every other day though I tried hard to keep it safe. After a 10 minutes hunt, I found it lying on the bean bag.

As I examined myself for one last time on the mirror, I heard the door bell ringing.

'Natalie has come', I thought. She was my roomie and she'd been out with her boyfriend on a party last night.

I opened the door, and saw a guy with messy but well-tamed hair. He was wearing a black T-shirt and faded blue jeans. He looked Indian, in spite of his fair complexion.

"Hey!!! I'm Justin. I've rented the opposite flat. I'm new to France, and Mrs. Anne told me about you. So, if you don't mind, could help me out going around the place and knowing the locality? because...my French is not so good." he recited hesitantly, his eyes not willing to meet mine. 'Oh! What a shy kid' I thought to myself before I spoke.

"I'd love to help you out. but I have my gigs planned for the day, So, can we catch up in the evening?"  I tried to sound as cheerful as I can to break the ice.

"Sure. Anytime that suits you would be fine. Thank you so much for your help" he spoke, this time in a rather relaxed and casual tone. 

"Don't mention it. See you in the evening. And... Welcome to Paris..." 

"Thanks. Pleased to meet you" he said offering his hand for a hand shake. Only when I lent my hand did I sense something weird. I felt the same passionate eyes of the boy in my dreams, staring back at me.

"Have we ever met before?" I asked him, puzzled.