𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

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A letter came for me?

Who could it be? No way. Don't tell me...

"Dhanyawad Chacha, jaate hue dhyaan se jaayega." (Thanks uncle, take care while going back.)

He smiled and nodding his head, he left from there. And I took the letter, hiding it in my skirt as I started walking towards my house with a concerned filled mind.

Cedric found out where I am, isn't it? But if it was the case then why didn't he himself come? Why send a letter?

I don't even know if leaving him like that was a mistake or the right choice. But I knew I needed a moment to breathe and that I can do it here.

Away from those Britishers, away from him. Among the love of my village and care of maa and baba. I love them so much and I don't want to ruin it.

But I have fallen for a Britisher too. Even though I know they are meant for hatred but I can't. Not anymore.

I kept walking towards my house while keeping a fake smile on my face as I entered my house and going inside my room, I sat near the window and unfolded the letter, reading out the words written in cursive english writing.

But somehow this letter was different from what I found in that basement...wait a minute...which basement?

It has been so long living here that I am forgetting the last place I visited before I came here. Living in this timeline has brought me more peace and drama more then back in my modern world.

Anyways the letters wrote,

Dear little flower,

I don't have any words to say at what my mother did. But I hope you won't resent me again for this reason.

I am sorry for not coming to you directly because I am caught up in something right now, but I promise you, when I do come to take you, I will take you back to our home as my wife.

I don't blame you for running away. Nor do I blame you for despising us. I have seen worse than you can think of cases. But if possible, please give me a chance. And when I come to you, please don't reject me.

I don't what I'll do if you hate even then. Because for me, my life is you. And without you, I don't know how to continue living.

You won't understand what I had to go through when I didn't found you in the house. It felt like I was a shadow walking in a crowd of millions of people. Just walking without any hope.

Don't ever leave like this or even I don't know how much crazier I will be then. And please little flower, wait for me.

- Cedric.

My heart started burning in a good sensation just as I folded back the letter and looked out the window, into the empty streets with small animals wandering and playing with each other.

Tears started forming in my eyes as I willingly let them stream down my eyes while I clutched the letter in my hand pushed it against my chest.

Wait for him? Yes, I will.

Marrying him was never in my to do list but now that it is included, somehow, I don't feel hesitant at all. But that's not the problem.

Maa would never agree for this. I haven't even told her about what I had to gone through in the town, forget about telling her that I feel something for a foreigner.

This culture difference and society difference may work in those big towns but not these villages. Even marrying the head's son, it take a lot of dowry and permission from every single villager, marrying a Britisher?