Living Dreams

Her Fairy Tale

It was the time of sunset. The city was coloured in reddish orange. A train travelled on the tracks near the beach. All the little kids stopped their games and waved their hands to the men and women in the train who were probably off from work.

Few bats were circling in the sky. Children built their own sand castles with the help of their parents. The beautiful waves of the sea were humming for an unknown music. The place was filled with laughter and gossips.

There sat a girl dressed in a long robe to cover the shameless dress she wore underneath. Her lace shawl rested on her shoulders. Stones within the rich sand, pricked her bare foot. Her silky brown hair curtained her face for the cold breeze.

She stared at the beauty in front of her. How much ever she wished to be a part of it, it was never in her hands to decide. She was more like a puppet to the world.

The only thing she was supposed to do was, please few dirty people.

There are no ways left for her to escape. She was living this life from past two years. This wasn't her choice. She was forced to be the person who she is.

She checked the time in her mobile and stood to leave as it is her time to go. Before she could take a step ahead, a big sea shell which is on the sand caught her eyes. It was milk white and tea brown in colour. She realized that something was written on it as she neared it.

Taking it carefully in her hand, she read the two words written on it.

Have patience...

She looked around but it was of no use.

Is it for me? Nah, it can be for anyone here or may be someone just wrote it.

"Ma'am, it's getting late." Said one of her guard dressed in black. He eyed her hungrily. She got into the car without uttering a single word. After all, she was used to that look. That is how every men looked at her.

Opening her hand, she looked at the beautiful shell. The letters on it were smudged. Her thumb caressed the letters until it disappears. For some odd reason, she was scared that the two men with her would see that.

What if it was for me?
That question made her laugh at her own self.

Getting off the vehicle, she went to the make up room to get her face decorated. The artist coloured her lips in hot pink and eyelids in blue. She finished her make up with a light blush on her cheek.

She looked at the other girls who dance with her. Most of them were happy about their jobs while few disliked it. But she hated it. Hated every bit of it.

"You better remove this love." She startled when she felt a hand on her hip. Raising her head, she looked at the person behind her through the mirror. His hands slowly travelled up from her hip. She closed her eyes to avoid her tears from destroying her make up.

"Leave your hair open." He said removing her small one sided braid. "I can earn more this way."

"Sir?" Came another men's voice. "Here it is." He extended his hand forward, showing some papers.

"Well done." Taking it, he turned to her. "Here, you better sign these."

She froze on her place. This wasn't anything good.

"Wha-what is this?" Her voice was bearly audible for him. He cocked his one eyebrow, daring her to ask it again. She interlaced her fingers in fear.

"No no no," He wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead. "Don't get scared my love. Someone promised me to give eighty millions. He only wants to spend one night. I'm in need of the money." He traced her collarbone from his index finger.