Fairy-Tale

17

Har pal tu har jagah
Mere saath hai
Kaise kahoon tu itna
Mere paas hai
ye mujh mein mujhse zyada hai

Name: tu mujh me mujhse jyada hai

-no one knows me-

Jahnavi Singh Rathore

I groan out aloud when I feel sunlight interrupting my sleep. I pull the duvet over my shoulders and try to slip back into sleep. Someone stirs my shoulder.

"Oh, yaar. Get up now. We aren't here to sleep." Rhea shouts in my ears.

Geez, this woman is so loud.

"Rhea, I swear if I get up now I am gonna kill you" I murmer, still half asleep.

"Fine,just get up. It's already 9! Everyone is leaving for shopping outdoors!" She shouts half excited and half tensed about us being late.

I wake up from the bed, shake her hand with mine,"Oh, great. Please fuck off." I sleep again.

"Di-did you just swear at me?" Her voice comes out surprised. I nod under my blanket.

She drags the blanket from me, forcing me to face the light.

"We don't want to get late, do we?" Her tone suggests sarcasm.

I wake up forcing my limbs to work in my support. After 30 minutes, I come out dressed. I choose a ivory coloured dress, it has a square neck line with fluffy sleeve that ends at my elbow. The dress ends a little below my knees and has beautiful floral print.

When I look at the mirror, I find a very different person standing in it. I lift my hand and remove the clutch folding my hair up. I let it fall to it's length. They fall above my waist, not long nor short. I brush my hair to remove the tangles that formed last day.

"Woah!!!" I looked behind to find Neha beaming at me.

"Ye- I am ready. Let's go?" I grab the gold watch and tie it around my wrist swiftly.

"What? No way. Wait let me do your hair." She jogs towards me, her hands grabbing comb and few hair pins.

"No, there's no need. I already feel overdressed." I murmer.

"What? Not at all. It's perfect. Okay? Look, we are matching." I look down at her. She wears a white dress with a blue floral print.

"And, me too!" Rhea exclaims while walking towards us, wearing a similar dress to Neha.

I sigh. There is no way I can escape now.

So, I let her do my hair. She takes a few portions of my side partition, makes a braid with them and ties them back. The remaining half of my hair stays down. When I feel it's done, Rhea jumps in to do my makeup.

I let her do it too, with a sigh.

It's not like I hate dressing up. Growing up, I loved doing that. Like sneaking make up products from my mom, shopping hours with my dad, showing him everything soon after we returned, dad hyping me up.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

I hate my life.

My eyes fall on the small wooden box.