The Voice within [Completed]

Chapter one

Anamika's POV

An ominous boom startled me out of my abysmal nightmare. My cheeks were wet and my body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around my limbs, probably because I was thrashing in my sleep. My heart pounded against her chest. I trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of my nightmare still clung to my mind, haunting me. I had no trouble imagining assassins lurking in the murky darkness of my room. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. I let out a frightened cry and buried my face into my pillow. Even my breaths trembled. I swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of my room. I couldn't see anything because I covered my whole self with a blanket.

Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles onto my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I watch my legs dangle above the off-white polyester carpet.

I was about to enter the bathroom when I noticed the clothes I had planned of wearing for today's night had been changed. This was something entirely different. But I wasn't finding the dress I planned of wearing. So I accept the fact that I have to wear this and proceed with the make up and stuff.

An hour after I finally reached the place he asked me to.

I knew I was late and he would be really upset about it for a while and after a two minute talk he'd melt right away.

As I walked in I heard a familiar voice

Would it be ok if I took some of your time?
Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme?

Would it be ok if I opened my heart?
Would it be ok if I took on the part

Of being your man and showed you a view,
One that only a real man could do?

Would it be ok if I could make you smile?
Would it be ok if I held you awhile?

Would it be ok if I kissed your face?
Would it be ok if I were to replace

All the men in your past that just wouldn't do
And vow to be faithful and always be true?

Would it be alright to look in your eyes?
Would it be alright to never tell lies?

He looked at me and kept staring as he completed the next lines as if he was choosing them very carefully.

Would it be alright to find a way?
Would it be alright to long for the day

To pull you close and whisper in your ear
And tell you our feelings are nothing to fear?

Would it be ok if I took some of your time?
Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme?

To tell you there's nothing I'd rather do
Than spend my whole life loving only you...

I just stood there motionless my face like a red tomato.

"That's it for today ladies and gentlemen" he said rising as the crowd began applauding.

"Sir I'm a huge fan of your poetry. I just love your pieces. They're so good" a young girl who looked almost 18 told him.

I raised an eyebrow as he kept looking at me as if he was showing off his popularity.

"Can I take a selfie with you?" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah sure" he said as the girl moved in closer but he did not.

Ladies and gentlemen presenting to you the world's most eligible and modest gentleman - Anwar Afzal.

"What?" He asked as he came closer.

"Nothing. I'm sorry I got late" I said.

"Well I'm upset. Can you bring me some ice cream home? I'm starving and I don't have dessert. Please Anu" he pleaded.

"Wait Won't Aunty and Uncle mind?" I questioned him.

"They're not in town. And also they'd still approve of me being with you" he said giving me a wink.

"Your parents still approve your friends? How old are you?Nine years?" I asked nudging him in the ribs.

"You're special you know Anu. You're a special friend" he said smiling.

There was something about this guy. He could even make the non existent of feelings to just rise up to the surface of the heart.

And that's what he was doing to me. Something was different from the past few days. In his behaviour. And also all his poetries were now on love.

"Fine I'll get the dessert. You go home and get freshed up until I bring your favourite Belgium Choco chip"

Thankfully his parents weren't in town So my awkwardness did not exist. At least I pretended for it to be non existent.

I entered the house only to realize it was beautifully decorated and This guy had planned for a dinner So very smartly he had sent me out.

The dining-room was exquisite. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra. Down the center of the table was a runner with Celtic design woven in gold and green into the fabric itself. At the end of the table were floor to ceiling french doors, left slightly ajar to let in the scented summer air. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner. All that was missing was the food and the guests.

The house to be honest was so beautiful,lavish and exquisite. I wondered where Anwar was since I was late by a half an hour or so.

"Glad you reached a little late. I at least got some extra time to be a little more presentable." He said making me blush at the statement.

However you look terrible! A voice said!

There was no one around. Whoever was talking had to be somewhere close by.

The queen is usually on time always. However it's the others who are unusually early.

I just saw a group of servants discussing something over so I assumed someone to be talking from over that place.

"You planned on a dinner? What's up with you now a days?" I asked as he pulled out a chair for me.

"Nothing. Just letting you know that I can do all of this too" he said.

"You shouldn't have taken so much of effort Anwar honestly." I replied

"Things have just begun sweetheart!"came the reply.

And I'm bored already the voice said.

The food was great and immediately after the dinner Anwar asked me for a dance.

How absolutely -

Boring!!

Wait I was about to say Cute!

I looked around and there was no one. But I could hear someone commenting on us continuously.

"Anu? Care to dance?" He asked

"Of course" I said

The slow music twirled like thread around us. I rested my head of his chest, and let him sway my body 'round and 'round again. The violins came in, then the piano, and then the slow and sure beating of a drum. I think I love him. I think, I think I want to marry him. And the music slowed, and we met at the hands.

And then everything all of a sudden went black.