𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

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I shook my hand with hers and then thanking her, I introduced myself to her. She smiled and really, her Hindi accent was really clear as compared to other Britishers, it was like as if she learned this language or else she has someone to teach her, in her home who is Indian. Maybe but why should I be concerned?

I let her hands go and then asking her about herself, she told me that she also came here with her father and today she will leave in few minutes so before leaving, she is strolling in the market.

I nodded my head and saying that I am glad to meet her and then I offered to go together. She agreed and said she will happily come with me.

After the talk, we started walking and exploring the market together, admiring different varieties of portraits, dresses and I was amazed to see her curiosity and admiration to the Indian dresses and culture. Even though I didn't ask her about it because I think, it would be quite rude to ask her that but was quite curious to ask.

Anyways, while we were exploring near the sweet store, we heard someone calling out Luna's name and when we turned back, we saw a woman running towards us and she was a Britisher too. Wearing a typical black and white maid outfit, she ran looking worried.

And when she reached us, she stopped and started panting, rapidly when Luna caught a hold of her shoulder and making her stand straight, she apologized to the maid saying that she won't worry her anymore.

When the maid caught the lost breath, she stood up straight and grabbing both of the hands of Luna, she started speaking in a worried voice and ask Luna, why she ran off like and like how much worried she was, because of that and stuff like that.

So basically, Luna ran away from her carriage when the servants were keeping the bags in the carriage and without telling anyone, she came here.

And now, the maid saw her while she was walking with me, and she ran towards us to take her back to her carriage. She excused few more minutes but the maid said that her father is searching for her and if she is not there in this moment, he will send her mother to find her.

At the word 'mother', she looked scared as if her soul left her body. She then said that she will come and then turning towards me, she made a fake crying face and said that she has to leave. I smiled, saying that it's fine and that she can go, infact she better go fast before her father comes to her.

And suddenly she hugged me, it was awkward but I put my hands on her back and after she pulled back, she started leaving with the maid, waving me goodbye. I also waved her goodbye and just looked in that direction until she didn't vanish from my sight, such a pretty and kind woman and that also among the brutal British people. I wonder if I will be able to meet her again.

While in the thought, I didn't look behind me when suddenly I heard loud horse hooves and right then, a carriage just stooped right beside me in a jerk, and I turned back only to be in face to face to a big black carriage right infront of me.

When I looked where I was standing, I saw that I was standing in a turning point and that also near the road, if they hadn't stopped their carriage right then and there, I would have been thrown away from here.

Hurriedly, I stepped back and stood at a distance when I saw the door of the carriage, opening and coming out, a beautiful yet cruel looking woman with blonde hair and greenish blue eyes in a luxury looking slick gown and matching big floral hat and with a fan in her hand, looking shit angry at me and throwing daggers at me with her eyes.

I shivered under her scary gaze when she walked up to me and looking down at me when I am looking at the ground, she said,"You naive girl. Just where were you looking that you didn't notice a huge carriage coming towards you? Do you have eyes just for show?"