AASHIQUI 2

PROLOGUE

Ok guys, here we go.

You can call this the first chapter of the second book I have published if you like, or the prologue.

Whatever you wish.

You're the one reading it, not me, use your imagination.

So, this is where I completely introduce the protagonists.

Enjoy!

{PROLOGUE}
Song suggestion| Jogi Mahi

Ruhaan's POV:

Music filled my ears as my pace quickened. I could hear my heart beating in my chest through the calm and solemn rythm that played in my ears.

I looked around witnessing the scenery I saw every single morning when I began jogging. The breeze swept past me, awakening my sleepy eyes.

I stopped to take a breath. For the first time in my life I saw a breathing, living epitome of beauty, swinging like a child in the park in front of me.

My breathing slowly returned to normal as I took in every ounce of her, with my hand resting on my hips. My tall, lean, muscular body was covered in a black trackie, with a matching hoodie and runners. The sun was slowly rising behind me over the horizon of the ocean. She stared into complete nothing with her face which held no emotion, no vibrancy, nothing.

The dress she was wearing hung mid way down her thighs. It had a frill at the bottom of the soft-looking, baby pink material in which she was covered. Over the top of it, she was wearing a off-white cardigan with one sleeve half-way down her shoulder.

Her feet were covered with matching Vans of the same colour as the cardigan.

Her hair was long, extremely curly, dark brown.Her complexion was pale, ghostly pale with rosy lips.

Her eyes. Her eyes are a captivating light brown colour with hints of hazel, auburn, blue, green and what-not in them. But her eyes, even from a distance longed to tell a tale of pain.

I could see the tears staining her blush pink cheeks. She did not deserve to cry? Why would she commit such a sin?

She's a flower. A doll. A princess.

How can she cry?

She looked delicate, fragile even. She was like a expensive doll made out of china. There was something about her that pulled me towards her.

It wasn't that I hadn't seen a girl who was preetier than her, but there was something. Something..

Something about her told me that this girl in front of me, was not made for toying with, playing with. She deserved more, much more. She deserved love.

LOVE?

Love. The only thing I can't do. I guess I need to stay as far as possible from her.

With music blasting in my ears once again, I sprinted forward to complete my everyday morning activity.

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Myra's POV:

I stared into a unending maze recalling everything that has been on my mind for years.

Everything.

Scenes, memories, that I wanted to forget flashed before my eyes. One after another, tears blurred my vision.

Was this my life?

What do I do?

Where do I go?

I enjoyed the sound of the waves crashing on the raw sand. This was my escape. To stare into and sink into nothingness.

I swang back and forth as the sun began rising. This wasn't my home, this land is foreign to me.

I felt a unfamiliar yet welcoming presence but I didn't meet my stalkers eyes, neither did I glance his/her way.

I had too much on my mind to even think about something as little as that.

I liked the peace of this small sanctuary known as a park beside the water of the ocean.

This is what I did back home. And this is what I am doing here.

I am scared of only a few things, because the life I have lived has taught me not to fear. I have faced every single fear that any girl my age would have in her heart.

The one thing I am most scared of is..

Love.

I have never experienced it. Neither have I given anyone any, neither have I received any from anyone.

I don't know the meaning of it. I don't know the definition.

Does it have a definition?

Pushing all the questions in my heart and mind aside, I put my foot on the ground suddenly halting the movement of the swing I sat on top of.

The stalker was no longer visible as I wanted to see who it was. I wiped the remaining of the tears off of my face as I put on a tough facade up once again.

My walls were now up and I was no longer the vulnerable girl I was seconds ago.

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Too much to take in?

Yeah I know.

So this was a short beginning but hey, did you like it?

Did you like it? Did you like it? Did you like it?

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No?

Ok never mind, at least I tried.