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16. CURSED PRINCESS!

{WARNING: HIGHLY SENSITIVE CONTENT AHEAD! READ ACCORDING TO YOUR MATURITY LEVELS, FOR AGE IS NO BARRIER TO MATURITY, ACCORDING TO ME!}

(& IF YOU ASK ME, I'M NEVER GONNA READ THIS CHAPTER AGAIN IN MY LIFE AFTER I EDITED IT, & THAT'S ENOUGH FOR THE POOR HEART OF MINE! :-( )

AUTHOR

In the middle of the storm & heavy rain, on the empty roads on the outskirts of the crowded city of Mumbai walked a small figure, clad in a simple white t-shirt & light pink shorts, which stick to her body getting transparent, all drenched, just like her waist-length hairs, which stick to her face & body, like her wet bandages, which show signs of red, indicating they have started bleeding yet, with her lashes wet, more with the warm liquid originating from the tsunami of sorrow & pain in the ocean of her heart, than from the simple storm of outside, as she walked & walked, aimlessly, her tears being disguised by the cold & large water drops, like they are joining the mourning of her broken heart, like they are mourning the death, the death of her love, by her very own lover!

The thunders consoled her, the lightings showed the anger of the nature at the broken state of the innocent soul, as she walked & walked, unaware of everything & everyone. She walked like a lifeless corpse, her face void of any reactions, expect of the blinking of her dead russet orbs, which once ever glittered with life, whose glimmer couldn't be stolen by anyone & anything!

Her bruised lips quivered, but no voice came out. She was a cyclone of emotions, tears, blood & broken pieces within, colliding with the cyclone raising to hit the shores of Mumbai.

She walked as the trees tried communicating to each other, shaking themselves to get her attention, but nothing could get her attention, as a car passing by hit her, though not severely & the driver cursed her, but all she did was to get up from the drenched road, & walk, not even turning back.

Today she wants to grieve, & she'll grieve, at her own death once again! Just when she thought she found her reason to survive, just when she thought she found a world of her own, everything was shattered by the same people she created it for, & now left was just she to mourn over these broken pieces of her shattered dream-world of glass made by her, & to bleed over them.

She was numb, too numb to look at her bleeding wounds, to observe the stormy night, or the chilly water, all she felt was just one thing, to walk with her trembling body, with wobbly legs, as her one ankle was twisted, & after that accident, it was bleeding profoundly, mixing the crimson, warm liquid with the large drops of transparent cold water, making it red as well, as the clouds tried cleaning every touch, every scar off her body, but nothing worked, as the scars were deep, & the wounds of her heart, untreatable!

Suddenly the sounds of high waves reached her, as her numb ears heard them, & she turned towards the beach, which was deserted.

Being outside the city, & the whole area being handled by the KING & his administration, with no rule, no law, no Constitution following here, there was nobody to stop her, as she moved to the sea, with a cyclone higher than these waved rising in her being, as she trembled with mixed emotions, as the waves trembled on the music & might of the winds.

The waves were getting higher as the cyclone moved to wash the shores of Mumbai, but she could care less, as she, ignorantly moved towards the waves, looking deeply at them, with her empty, lightless, & lifeless eyes, as suddenly she hit something & fell down on her belly, unable to balance her body on her injured leg, with a continuously bleeding injury, as she got up, her blank eyes never leaving the site of the waves, like something was fascinating her to the deadly waves, who looked like all ready to swallow her up, but she moved & stood a little away from the waves & looked at them blankly, with the continuous downpour of nature's agony from both the treacherous waves & the angry clouds, drenching her small, trembling form.