Where My Heart Belongs

Chapter 71 "Three Painted Roses"

My life in London was cold and meaningless like I assumed it will be, I was deprived from every happiness although I had everything before even asking !!!

I was sitting in one of England's most beautiful palaces as a guest to their most handsome Prince and who was to be my future husband.

Yet I was miserable and only one forbidden happiness was the light of my day

Sardar's daily letters

365 days I lived in London and 365 letters I received from Sardar

I have no idea how he got my address, I assume from the letter I sent to Kamini and pinky

We both were in far distance but felt each other

With pinky loss he was there for me by his kind words that wiped my tears in this foreign place that have no heart that cares for me.

even with the loss of his mother and although the pain was his, he felt mine on this kind lady and soothed my pain first and even sent me her pies recipes, saying it's her gift for me and how she loved me and asked for me all the time

I answered each letter of him happily, except the last five, those ones where he started showing his feelings that were hidden between the lines and demanding me to show mine in directly

" Where my heart belongs?" I asked myself every day of this year I lived away from everyone I knew and I dreaded the answer that was so clear to me in those late 5 letters

I left my heart in the Gardener's hands and my soul in "the forget me nots " he planted for me.

In my 18th birthday, which the age I became formally the last daughter of Padmani after my mother.

I was lucky that per our law I have to spend this birthday with my family for the ceremony of crowning me as the heir

And the Prince welcomed this decision with kindness and sent me in a private plane to India

But the minute my feet touched my country ground, I went to the Singh Oberoi mansion instead

And with every step I took closer to their gate my mind wondered and my heart shattered

Does he still remember me? Will I find his feelings as strong as mine?

I wished not

Because I came here to end this torture once and for all

I came to take my heart back from him

I stood in front of the gate and knocked as tears streamed on my cheek with each knock

I wished no one opens, I didn't tell about my visit to the Singh Oberoi so no one expect me, maybe I shouldn't do this

Maybe I should just vanish

Maybe I should turn back

And I did turned back, Surbhi I turned back to find him in front of my eyes

He was holding a bag of seeds and it fall from his hand when his black cat like eyes met mine

He looked just the same

He dressed just the same

But the look in his eyes was different

His eyes was filled with longing and happiness