Stuck with Boyz

Chapter : 1

Amaira

Darkness darkness and only darkness , all I could hear was the sound of someone’s footsteps approaching me . The advent of sound was with firing gunshots and hundreds of cries. I clenched the corner of  my bloody torned skirt , my eyes were filled with tears and my face was full of scars and blooded marks . I could feel each of my bones breaking down , vision was blurry and all I could feel was terror . The room was getting smaller and smaller with time and then I could see a silhouette of a woman , without any face view my heart understood who she was , the woman whom I resent the most , fear the most and hate the most . The woman was my own mother .

A tear rolled down my cheek and bang !

I woke , with a dizzy head and heavy breaths , I was panting like I saw the worst nightmare of my life , although it was . I held my head when a voice took me to reality . I looked around and found myself in a royal chamber . Well furnished wooden floor , big French windows with emerald coloured curtains ,  red carpet lying in the middle , ceiling decorated with numerous decorative items all expensive , the room was flaunting royalty .

It was not new to me as I had just shifted here a week ago and this migration led me to meet my dear mom at the law court where I proved my existence . On the same day I encountered both , the person and place that haunts me every night .

Yeah that voice , I forgot about it . I personally don’t have a habit of speaking as it had been years I spoke as I had no one to talk with and thus became incapable of understanding the fast speakers of today’s generation .

My journey from the remote great household of warriors to this royal chamber only let me understand two things. Firstly I encountered my mother and secondly I was with a father and daughter of a royal family , I mean the king and his daughter .

The king personally came to rescue me , as he claims to be my dad’s best friend and promised to help me in finding my dad . Only his promise forced me to agree and accompany him and again kick myself in the clutches of death .

But the problem is that they speak too fast , I think they overestimate my understanding power and keep on babbling rubbish . All I could understand was they were looking at me , his daughter looked furious , but he was looking at me like he trusted me . I thought he was going to give me a task , as I was a pro in accomplishing tasks .

“ That’s impossible ! “ His daughter screamed , ohh yes! I was able to understand this . She banged her hand on the table , he tried to calm her down . But then she looked at me and again in her fast forward 2x speed said something and I was blank . My eyes were all open , completely blank .

She came near me and jerked me like I was sleeping . Whatever , then she took a deep breath and calmly tried to explain to me , this time slowly but with hard words . Use easy words ! All I was able to understand was living with boys , in something called a hostel and blah blah .

The thing concerned me was I had to live with someone , wait what ! . It was the first time a reaction came on my face and I enlarged my eyes . It took me approximately ten minutes to think of the words I should use and thinking carefully I said , “ no! I can’t . “ I hoped for its correctness .

" Ohh ! This brat can reply too . " Daughter was stunned . " Please Reem , behave properly . " The poor king spoke while rubbing his forehead , he looked very tense . Afterwards whatever they spoke they discussed something about my safety . And at the very end , his daughter seemed to agree with him . No one took any sort of advice from me .

The very next day they just cut my slightly grown hair and I started taking some kind of supplements , those were some sort of pills which changed my voice .

Every time that daughter used to give me a lecture , I too tried my best to understand her but my poor understanding capability was unable to match her fast speaking skills .

All I understood was , I was going somewhere with a new identity , she also gave me a new name , what the hell was that … Hmm yes it was Ansh , it’s first letter matched with my real name , Amaira , my dad gave me this name and it always reminds me of him as no one calls me by this name .

Names like dirty trash , bitch , brat , etc. are used for me . Only the king calls me Amaira sometimes as he told me he was my uncle , he talks very politely unlike others and that’s why I feel very safe around him , he even hugged me for once and that time it felt like I was feeling warmth after ages of my walk on ice sheets .

After two weeks , when I was trained well enough ( according to them ) as they taught me basic manners , sentences , some facial reactions , etc. to live normally like others , it was time for my farewell . In those two weeks I experienced comfort for the very first time .

It was like I found a rosy velvet path after running continuously on a hard stone covered path of struggles and tragedies . But this comfortable life didn’t last long and I had to bid bye to both comfort and warmth . At the end, that king’s daughter, I mean Reem, actually became a good friend of mine and also she slowed down her speaking speed .


There in the car as I looked outside at the sprinting green trees , I felt slightly happy as it was beautiful but some part of my heart was surrounded by terror as I seriously had no idea  where that car was taking me to and how that place was going to become the most important part of life .