The Naivety Of A Heart (Original Unedited Version)

Chapter 1- The Naivety Begins!

This is the first original unedited draft. So, there could be minor loopholes or errors which would be fixed for paperback publishing. If it gets too much for you then please leave an inline comment and I will sort out your doubts as well as keep your perspective in mind while rewriting the final draft.

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Dreams are that beautiful creation of our subconscious mind which seems impossible to believe, then they are improbable to understand and finally when we summon the will to work towards them, they become inevitable. Inevitable in the sense because the reality dawns on us, and then only we realize that dreams are only meant to be seen, but those who accept the reality behind those precious moments, are the ones, who stand determined and confident in front of the world.

Dressed in a long white velvet gown, adorned with a diamond studded necklace and earrings, the thin figure entered the church, holding the bouquet of white roses, spreading their fragrance around, the female entered the church. The soft violin was playing in the background, while the man of her dreams, stood in the aisle waiting for his bride to be.

She walked slowly on the red carpet, her eyes fixed on the ground, not able to meet those dark eyes, which captivated her heart since long. She was about to step on the aisle but her heels got stuck on the long veil of her gown which was flowing and she tripped on the steps of the dais.......

"Ouch," Raisha winced in her sleep and woke up, all of a sudden feeling like an alien, who just stepped on the planet Earth. She looked around her small cottage and the reality dawn on her that it was again the frigment of her imagination, not the reality.

"Raisha, you should consult a psychiatrist who treats dreamy heads," she chided herself, hitting on her forehead with a small smile playing on her pink lips.

"But once again I couldn't see his face, nor my dream moved ahead," she added followed by a deep sigh, and then the second her eyes went on the clock, a horrified expression crossed her face.

"Get ready to face the devil, Raisha," she mused smiling to herself and immediately she corrected her bed, and taking her work clothes, she ran to the washroom.

At exactly, 6:45 AM, Raisha entered the main house of the Singhania's and she saw the entire house staff having a racing medley.

"Ohh God, you are finally here," she heard her co-worker Jennifer's scared voice from behind and she turned around to see her running towards her with a tray of breakfast in her hand. And it didn't took her more than a second to realize for whom it was.

"Is he up?" She asked taking the tray and Jennifer nodded with a smile, because she knew that their jobs were saved now after all when their amazing Raisha was there, then even the Dance King Aayush Singhania, was not capable of harming a hair on them.

"Only you can handle him, otherwise he would throttle all of us," she stated making Raisha smile and then added, "Wonder how did everyone in this house managed, when you weren't working as a full time Maid for them?"

A pained expression crossed Raisha's face which didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer and she immediately bit her lip giving an apologetic look to Raisha, while controlling her tears, she gave a fake smile to her and replied, "My parents handled him well then. Now, you go cut the vegetables, I will join you in a while. Let me go, give him this".

Nodding Jennifer left, while Raisha sadly stared at her reflection in the mirror of the antique show case, that was designed to store the awards earned by Aayush.

She was dressed in a pink skirt and top with a white apron on it. The skirt reached below her knees making her look decent enough, while her hairs were tied up in a high pony tail. It was the most saddest part of her life, that she had to give up her dreams and become someone she never wished, because one don't has control over their destiny. It is written up there in the midst of the clouds while we are just the followers.