A girl, Priyanka Chopra, being one of the friendliest and down-to-earth human is the one who loves equality. But is the world also fair to her ? Do they also equal the amount of her love and care ? Her depression and sucidial thoughts are ceased whe...
My driver dropped me infront of a huge mansion like The White House. The front gate wooden-brown and the off-white walls were fenced.
I rang the bell and a servant, who seemed to be in his early-forties, welcomed me. As I continued to explore the mansion, I discovered: an exquisite garden with trees upon trees, I could find flowers of almost every colour; a dog house entitled as Zoro's Palace and inside slept a dog with brown furs.
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Zoro's Palace
The servant took me to Ella's room where she was fast asleep. Nearby was a pillow which I used to wake her up by hitting her hardly, producing bang-bang sounds. She was dressed in a long, pink dress which made her look like a beautiful princess. I hugged her tightly. Before further ado, she introduced to me her family members: parents, their properties and businesses, and her one brother. She stated that one of the two brothers was gone out to his friend's house. Additionally, the introduction she gave me of him was that he studied in our class. This jealoused me, for she had a brother of her own age, how lucky was she.
Our gossips seemed like endless talks until when... Abruptly, a deafening and ear-splitting sound was felt. Ella's father had slapped her wife, the mother of hers. The slamming slap caused her mother to collapse on the marble floor. This horrified me whereas Ella... she rushed to rescue her mother, she ran regardless of her two-inches heel. Her mother was sobbing. This gave me a moral that money could buy everything materialistic but not manners, ethics and most importantly, love and affection. No matter how rich a person gets, he'll always need love by his side. And for attaining love, giving love is also necessary. Likewise here, her father, being a popular, well-known and social person, hits his wife at home?
The mother dashed into the room, warm water parting down her cheeks from her gloomy eyes, whereas the father went outside from the main gate. What notion did I have of him few minutes before ( sweet, compassionate, supportive ) and now ( aggressive, brutal and especially a loser, who had to slap his wife's face to tell his masculinity ). Ella phoned his brother to return home quickly as it's an emergency.
His brother arrived instantly. He was Haider. I mumbled, "wow." How could this be possible. Fate had written our many meetings in it. I dreaded that if yesterday, I had accepted his proposal of love, how brutally would he have hitten me just like his father did. But all my false assumptions were washed away when dejection spreaded over his face and he sobbed like an infant. Aww. So cute. Wait, what priyanka? He's crying and you think he's looking cute??
My heart had melted over him, I was attracted to him. Or maybe, even in love. Even after so much of Ella's effort, when he didn't cease to sob, I went forth and hugged me tightly. I had expected a shocked reaction from him but he answered plainly, or rather romantically, by hugging me tightly too. Oh my God, how soft is he. My baby. His eyes drifted towards me. An absolute silence was formed, pin drop silence. I was looking into his eyes while he into mine. Then slowly, a smile rose acrosss his cheeks, his dimples shining on the front. I smiled in the answer. Just one word was mumbled by both of us,
"I love you, sweetheart!"
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