A Blessing In His Curse

•Chapter~1°

My Prince charming isn't coming on a white horse but on a turtle, that's why it takes so long before we're together.

Author's POV

A girl in her late twenties was in her  deep slumber snoring soundly on her cozy wooden bed, wrapped in a duvet that wasn't even properly covering her entire body as it had given up trying to cover her entirely over and over- much like how we try to cover our pending oops sorry entire syllabus into one panicked night before the exam.

So basically the female lead is no glamorous Bollywood heroine, waking up with flawless makeup, perfectly coiffed hair, and a smile that could light up a room. –  In short, she was us – imperfect, unglamorous, and totally, utterly, and completely ourselves.

She was completely lost in her Dreamland where her only PRINCE CHARMING Henry Cavill was kneeling down in front of her with a huge grin plastered on his handsome face.

He was admiring her like she was the walking, talking, laughing, smiling and utterly confusing bundle of 'how can someone be this amazing' and she was beaming so brightly that someone could park a bicycle in the gap between her teeth. 

His frame unpredictably stood with mirth and he stampeded towards her like a herd of wild, lovesick buffalo and subtracted the distance between them and before she could say 'personal place, please honey even though I don't mind that....actually, forget the place, can you just build a house in my heart', he latched onto her wrist and wrapped around his finger with such tenderness as if a monkey holding the last piece of the banana.

Under his taunting gaze, she could not help but feel timid and began to back away, however the oily smell of pakode from his breath curling against her rosy cheeks was like a WWE fighter that crawled up her nose and started wrestling with her nostrils.

The F-Duck!

Gora the pakora!

Nevertheless even if our crush approaches us with beard or no beard, with hair on his head or no hair, they are perfect just the way they're obviously in our dreamy eyes because likeness is blind- no beard, no hair, no problem!

Eventually, she discovered that he had already imprisoned her between his powerful arms and the wall.

Her lips parted in a whisper, releasing a soft 'I'm stuck'- but her heart thumping in her bosom was narrating a different tale as if it was screaming;

I'm exactly where I want to be, but don't tell anyone.

And then, very slowly, he brought his chiseled face close to her ear which was bathed in an endearment shade of light pink from timidness, and whispered softly in her ear.

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"Uttha ja behan".

(Wake up sister)

She was perplexed but before she could figure out anything more, she realized she was free-falling off Mt. Everest and singing "I Will Survive"!

But wait- She was actually dreaming and anything can happen in dreams! You can fly, you can breathe underwater, you can even tolerate the chugalkhor neighborhood pados ki pinkie auntie... and before her twisted balloons could kiss the ground, her eyes fluttered open.

And the gentle teasing of sunlight streaming through the window  worked its magic as her eyes soon turned from dark brown to golden brown.

And then, like a bucket of icy water poured over her head, reality drowned her sunshine heart that IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM and she was not, in fact, a superhero who could fly off Mt. Everest while eating a sandwich, or more importantly her crush was nowhere to be found.