𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

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"Young master?"

He flashed his bright charismatic smile and then relaxing his posture, he leaned in lightly towards me and taking in my expression, he said,

"Are you okay, m'lady?"

He said as he saw my confused yet energy drained face.

I pushed my hands foward and said,

"Ah, yes...yes I am okay."

I said reassuring him that there's no need to worry about me.

But he didn't looked convinced so then he suggested,

"Would you like to get back home?"

Actually yes. Because there's no point of me staying here anymore. Cedric is busy with that woman and I know no one else here.

But wait, what about Charu?

Will she be able to come back on her own?

But honestly, I am too exhausted to think about anything anymore.

My head is in pain. My heart is also paining as if about to explode in no time.

I think it's the best if I get out of here without his knowledge. Therefore I gathered all my fleeting feelings and with a fast wave of wind blowing my hair, I said,

"I would like to get home now. I don't be here anymore."

Was all I could say before he bowed a little and taking my hand in his, he started guiding me to the outer corridor of the building.

But halfway through the way, I suddenly started feeling uneasy so I took out my hand from his hold and he eventually let go of my hand.

Such a gentleman and so unlike Cedric. His fiancee is a lucky woman.

Is this what 'love' is supposed to feel like? But why will I feel like it? I've never fallen in love. I never got to feel that kind of love like in Disney movies. Then why am I feeling the hurt, the pain from my heart and for a monster like him?

I am not that pathetic enough to cry over a man. I was never like that. Not even when I liked a boy back in my high school. Then why?

Why can't I forget this one man from my mind? Why is this happening to me?

Anyways, it's not a time to think about it. Let's first get out of here.

Just as we were walking towards the outermost corridor, he suddenly asked me,

"Do you drink wine?"

I looked at him with a confusing shocked face and said,

"Wine as in?"

He chuckled and smiling warmly, said,

"Wine as in proper wine. Pardon me but you seem a bit down and I just thought, maybe to raise your spirits you may need some wine. It's okay if you don't-"

"Oh no, it's okay. I just..."

"No no, it's okay. You don't have to force yourself. Even I have rarely seen soft spoken ladies like you, actually try wine like us. So I think it's better if we just head to home. You seem a bit.... weak?"

No, I am not. I am not a weak woman who would cry over a man for so long. And especially when it's a Britisher. Never.

"I will. I am not."

And just as I said those words, a weird smile perked up on his lips and he clapped twice and called for a servant.

After a few seconds, a servant arrived with a glass of red wine.