𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 #𝟏

1~ Petals of the Past

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"Beginning."
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The dawn broke gently over Chandipur, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold. I opened the wooden shutters of my flower shop, letting the early morning light spill into the small space. The shop was my peace, a place where I could lose myself in the colours and fragrances of the flowers I so lovingly tended.

As I arranged a bouquet of marigolds, my hands moved deftly, but my mind drifted, caught in the snare of memories that stayed in my mind just out of reach. I often wondered about my parents, about why they had left me behind. Their faces were still blurred in my mind.

Some said my parents had fled in the night, escaping from a scandal that threatened to ruin them. Others claimed they had perished in an accident, leaving me an orphan with no past and no name. I had grown up amidst these rumours.

I shook my head, dispelling the thoughts. There was no use dwelling on what I couldn't change. The present demanded my attention, and my flowers were a comfort.

The bell above the shop door jingled, and I looked up to see a familiar face. Mrs. Verma, one of my regular customers, entered with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Siya. Do you have my usual order ready?"

"Of course, Mrs. Verma. Just give me a moment," I returned her smile.

As I wrapped her bouquet, my thoughts drifted back to the dreams that had plagued my sleep the night before. Blurry images of a man and a woman flashed in-front of my eyes. I could never quite make out what they were saying, but their presence was a constant, haunting me every night.

"Siya, are you all right?" Mrs. Verma's voice pulled me back to the present. I handed her the bouquet, forcing a smile.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just lost in thought."

"You work too hard, Siya. You should take some time for yourself," She patted my hand gently.

I nodded, knowing she meant well but also knowing that the flowers were my escape, my way of coping with the uncertainties of my life.

As she left, I turned back to my work, arranging the flowers in a way that brought order to the chaos in my mind.

The day passed in a blur of activity, customers coming and going. By evening, I was exhausted but content. The shop was quiet with the scent of roses and lilies filling the air.

As I closed up for the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change.

The dreams, the memories....they were all leading somewhere, but I couldn't yet see the destination. All I knew was that the past was a shadow that loomed large, and the future was an uncertain path I had yet to tread.

Locking the door behind me, I stepped into the cool night air. Chandipur has always been my home. But now, as I looked around, I felt a strange sense of anticipation as if the very air was charged with the promise of something new.

My footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone path as I made my way to the small cottage I called home.

The night was alive with the sounds of crickets and the distant hoot of an owl. I paused for a moment, gazing up at the stars that dotted the sky like tiny diamonds. They were constant, unchanging, unlike the turmoil that often swirled within me.

Inside the house, I switched on the light.

Sitting by the window, I watched the moonlight filter through the trees, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape.

My thoughts wandered back to the dream, to the shadowy figures. There was something familiar about them, something that tugged at the edges of my memory, but I couldn't grasp it. With a heavy heart, I climbed into bed, pulling the quilt up to my chin. I don't feel like eating anything.

The room was silent except for the soft rustle of the leaves outside. I closed my eyes, hoping for a dreamless sleep, but knowing that the shadows of my past would likely visit me again.

In the depths of the night, as the world outside slept, I drifted into a restless slumber. A man's voice, deep and soothing, calling my name. A woman's laughter, echoing through the corridors of my mind. I reached out, trying to touch them, to hold onto the fleeting glimpses of a life I had never known. But they remained slipping through my fingers like sand. The harder I tried to grasp them, the more they faded, leaving me with a profound sense of loss.

Next morning:

I sat up, rubbing my eyes and trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. The sense of anticipation from the previous night had not dissipated.

The dreams, the memories....they were all leading somewhere, and I could no longer ignore the feeling that my past was catching up to me.

With a sense of determination, I rose from the bed and prepared for the day ahead. The flower shop awaited, and with it, the familiar routines that brought me comfort. But as I stepped out into the morning light, I couldn't help but feel that my life was on the brink of a new chapter, one that would bring answers to the questions that had haunted me for so long.

Little did I know that the arrival of a stranger would set in motion a series of events that would unravel the mysteries of my past and lead me to a future I could never have imagined. As I walked to the shop, the sun was rising behind me. I felt a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. Perhaps, at long last, I would find the answers I had been searching for, and in doing so, discover who I truly was.

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