A supernatural journey, a waiting war and a love to die for. A story of two souls, one dead and one alive, fighting for survival against all odds and the wheels of time. Surrounded by spells, rituals, bonds and magic, a sea of darkness waiting to sw...
Peace and paradise. Those were the only words she could use to describe the place she was currently in. The bright full moon over the crystal-clear sea water was one of the most beautiful sights she had come across in her lifetime of 18 years. It was eerily quiet at 12:30 pm near the shore and the beach was empty. It should’ve scared her but it didn’t. Good girls didn’t roam around alone at such a time but then again, when was the last time she had been a good girl? A good person? She didn’t remember. The only sound heard was of the waves going back and forth. Cool breeze caressed her skin, sending down shivers through her body. But that didn’t stop her from coming all the way down to the shore at this hour. Nature was friendlier than most humans she knew. People usually preferred the day light but darkness gave her comfort. She felt like herself only when she was alone. She felt free and her cheeks didn’t hurt by all the smiles she had to wear every day. She couldn’t believe she was finally in Maldives. It was a much-deserved break from the life she lived back in Bombay. Life had become too monotonous for her taste and it wasn’t like she had a choice in that matter. Maldives was like a time-out from reality. A place where she could sigh without the fear of the world coming crashing down at her at any moment, a place where she could just forget who she was.
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Samara Kapoor was an 18-year-old girl, who lived a lavish life in Bombay. She was born and brought up there. Her parents were rich, her friends were perfect and her life was luxurious. Apparently, that was all what the world needed to see to assume that she was a lucky girl. And who would doubt that? When you have a rich status, people tend to think of your life as a mixture of pure bliss and perfection. But who could really see beneath the perfect mask she always put up? A very few people. People who knew the real her. It was her defence mechanism. She hurt people before they could hurt her. She broke them before they could break her. And with time, that habit of hers had become involuntary. The past 2 years had taught her some lessons which she knew she would remember for life. People who knew her from afar always thought of her as the ultimate ice queen, the cold-hearted bitch. But then again, she had given them a lot of reasons to believe that. But nobody was born that cold, were they? Things had changed her; life had changed her. It wasn’t her choice. It had never been her choice. Everyone has a past which reflects on their present and definitely imprints something on their future. She had one too. She had her own fair share of heartbreaks, failures, dysfunctions and wrecks. She had made a lot of wrong choices, but they only taught her to know better. Choices, independent will, dreams, aspirations, all were just words. They didn’t mean anything to her anymore. People very conveniently assumed that a child would always follow its parent’s footsteps. In her case, everyone believed that one day she’ll be just as successful as her parents. One day she would stroll down the hospital halls wearing a crisp white doctor’s coat and treat people. And why not? Her parents were both very successful doctors in the city. People loved and respected them. Of course, they expected her as their first born to carry on the legacy forward. Her family owned 4 hospitals which were spread across the state. Her father, Dr Rudra Kapoor was a Cardiothoracic surgeon and a very respectable man in his 40s. He was tall, well built with fair skin, black hair, soft features and grey eyes. He had provided them with everything he could. His one and only wish for his daughter was to be a doctor and carry on the legacy. Her mother, Dr Maya Kapoor, was a psychiatrist. She had long brown hair, olive skin, brown eyes and a slender frame. She was strict and proud but loved her children. She was quite a contrast to her father. She could be selfish at times and come across as an arrogant woman but she always had the best interests for her children. At least she thought she did, didn’t mean everyone had to agree to it. Samara had inherited both looks and qualities equally from her parents. She had her father’s kindness, sincerity, intelligence and her mother’s boldness, charm and strength. She was nearly perfect, the ideal child. But that was before her life had changed. It was before she had changed herself. Now, she was numb to any other emotion or quality. Rebellion ran through her veins. There was a point in her life where Samara had dared to express her love for various things. She had finally found what she really wanted to do in her life. But her parents could never see a career for her in them. Their refusal was always going to be one of the many reasons that made her the person she was today. Why had she turned into a completely opposite version of herself? Why couldn’t she recognise the person staring right back at her in the mirror every day? 2 years ago, she had made a choice and from that point onwards, her descend towards destruction had officially begun. Now, after finally finishing high school, her parents had brought her to Maldives for summer. And it was one of those rare times when their decision had made her ecstatic. She hadn’t stepped out of her city for a while now. Maldives was like a breath of fresh air. But she knew it wasn’t going to last after all. Her time in paradise was only 7 days. After that, she would be returning home to Bombay. And life would still be the same. But she didn’t want to dwell too much on it. It would only make her miserable. That was why she had decided that she would forget everything for the next few days and just be a carefree teenage girl, who was here to have the time of her life on a foreign land. She wanted to be that girl again. The girl everyone loved, the girl who didn’t have to worry about every action that she took, the girl who was crazy, silly, carefree, lively and above all, happy. She had started maintaining a diary from the year 2015 because that was the year, when her life had started to change. It had become a habit since then. Writing down her feelings, her experiences, her days, had become a part of her. She wanted to remember every happy and miserable moment of her life no matter how much pain and happiness it brought. That was why she was on the shore, at this hour, with her diary in hands, sitting on a beach reclining chair, staring at the beautiful moon right above the sea. She had arrived in Maldives this morning and was exhausted, not to mention the jet lag but she never slept at night without filling in her diary. She needed some peace which she couldn’t find in her resort room. Especially when her brother wouldn’t stop irritating her. She knew that it was just the perfect excuse she needed for sneaking out. Ahaan Kapoor, her brother was a spitting image of his father with a strong jawline. But he shared the same black eyes and brown hair with his sister. He was tall with a muscled body, ivory skin tone, almond shaped black eyes and straight light brown hair. He was just 2 years younger to her but still was immature as hell. He was her best friend and the coolest brother anybody could ask for. He was one of the very few people Samara truly loved. He knew her like no one did and he had been her partner in crime since the day he was born. But on some days, he could really be a pain in the ass so sneaking out of the room seemed like a good option. She had walked down to the shore and was lucky to have a resort which was attached to the beach.
