aurore - an unusual love story √

part forty seven

The morning evoked different emotions in Sonara's heart.

The sky had started oozing soft sunlight after a long night of rains. Birds cooed, and asked Sonara, if she should pack her bags and leave.

She wanted to set aside the thought for the time being. She would definitely leave, but, even she needed a holiday. A secure one.....

She had never been to holidays......

Sonara took out her almost abandoned phone from the bag and put it to charge. Today she might call Som and at least want her job back. Though she heavily doubted if the hostel room still remained.

Jai again....would be her ultimate need.

Sonara softly smiled.
What exactly was the difference between a need and a desire?

A need was something that situations made you ask for. And a desire was something that the heart craved for, even in unfavourable situations...

Jai was her need maybe, but her heart signalled, that it wouldn't mind if he just turned, the later.

And Sonara stopped thinking.

And began again.

Jai was rich, Jai hated Muslims, Jai was childish and stubborn. Nothing, she could really ever desire.

And then her heart again trampled these thoughts.

If she could fall in love, ever in life, Jai was perfect for that. And she knew very well, Jai had broken every barrier of convenience for her, but had never realised that. Till date.

And chances were there, that he would never realise too. Therefore, she would never fall in love,with him. Her heart was elastic, malleable. But not fragile. It could grow big for something, but not as much as, to break into pieces.

Humaira was crying.
Sonara quickly took her to lap. She was hungry. Sonara put a bottle of milk to her lips and she stopped crying. The side table had a series of prepared milk bottles. Sonara wondered, how could arrangements be so wonderful in a house, that you didn't have to ask for anything.

Sometimes later, washing Humaira's face, changing her clothes and placing her within a pillow fortress with plastic dolls inside, Sonara walked out of the room.

The living area was completely empty. But a breathtaking aroma filled the air. Something oily and spicy was being cooked in the kitchen. Though it was in a different wing, the smell was so enigmatic and gripping that it almost filled the entire mansion.

Sonara couldn't resist her footsteps towards the kitchen.

Three cooks appeared when she peeped through the door, silently doing their jobs.

Sonara knew they would never allow her in, or maybe treat her extremely cold that would hurt her. Hence she kept standing outside the door.

" Hi, Sonara! Wanna go inside? "

The maid who had been good to her since the first day, stood beside her.

" Err... No... I was just drawn by the smell.... "

" I know right. Typical Indian food for breakfast in the mansion. After a long time. Come with me. "

She moved the sliding door aside and walked inside. Sonara followed.

The kitchen was a palace in itself for Sonara. Her jaw dropped as she watched the huge counter and attics stuffing so many utensils, masalas, and accessories in such brilliant orders. She was almost speechless.