ROYAL HIGHNESS

30. Loves Rain?

Ovie had just graduated from the prestigious Royal Academy of dramatic art in London, a moment she had been eagerly awaiting for years. with her Degree in hand she felt a sense of accomplishment and excitement about her future as she walked through the vibrant streets of London she couldn't help smile soaking in the sights and sounds of the city she had come to love. the weather had been pleasant with a gentle breeze and the sun peaking through the clouds.

Ovie decided to take a leisurely stroll, enjoying the freedom and the sense of achievement that came with completing her studies. She wandered through the bustling markets, passed by historic landmarks, and admired the charming cafes and shops that lined the streets.

Suddenly, raindrops began to fall, slowly at first, then more steadily. Her smile faltered as she quickened her pace. she tried to behave cool, as if she was okay with this. She wanted to overcome her fears. But that was not she wanted. She hated rain. she was not happy about the rain. There was a time when she loved the rain. It used to make her feel calm and peaceful. But then she started hating it. the rain always seemed to come when she was sad or in pain. it was as if the rain knew she was hurting and wanted to add to her misery. now for the first time after long time it rained when she was happy.

Ovie didn't understand why it to had to rain on this special day. She felt confused and a little angry. why did the rain have to come now, when she was finally feeling good? all the times the rain had made her feel worse. she thought about the sadness and the pain. but this time the rain came when she was happy. she tried to pretend like everyone else. she walked through the rain, acting like it didn't bother her. she saw people around her, calmly walking with their umbrellas or enjoying the rain. Ovie tried to be like them. she didn't want anyone to see how much the rain affected her. she tried to smile and act as if everything was okay. but it wasn't long before she couldn't bear it anymore. the rain started to feel heavier and colder. memories of the sad times and pain came floating back. she couldn't keep pretending. she felt like she was going to burst. suddenly she started to the run. She ran through the streets, not caring if people were watching. She just need to get away from the rain and the feelings it brought. she couldn't pretend anymore. She need to find shelter, a place where she could feel safe and dry.

And suddenly, something shielded her from the cold rain droplets falling on her. She looked up and saw that someone was holding an umbrella over her head. "You say you love rain but you open your umbrella. You say you love the sun but you find a shadow spot. You say you love wind but you close your windows. This is why I am afraid when you say you love me." A voice said behind her. A familiar voice. she could feel the warmth radiating from his body, wrapping around her like a cloak, shielding her from the cold rainy wind. She turned back surprised. the poem he had said was the one she had written in the last session of her acting class.

" Your terrified of love, aren't you? " He said and she looked at him blankly.

" Tumhi kehti ho na jab baarish hoti hai toh kisika dil rota hai. "

" Usama! " She said as she narrowed her eyes at him warning clear in her tone.

" Kya Usama haa?" He said pouting.

"Yeh kya leke baitha hai tu? Aur tune phir se paper churaye?" She accused.

"Churaana kyu hai madam? Baba hai mere! Hakh se office mein entry maarke tumhari paper padhke aaya hu! " He defended himself as if he actually felt offensive by her words.

"Tu nahi sudhrega!" She exhaled dramatically. But the smile turning up the corners of her lips betrayed her exasperated expression.

"Hahaha... Of course not! And yeah, congratulations buddy." He patted her back.