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Twisted Tale of Cinderella (Part 5)

“The dinner was planned very efficiently Princess,” queen Teresa of Florida said as she kept admiring the arrangements. “It is arranged the same way queen Helen used to do. She taught you very well.” Cinderella was happy with all the appreciation she got today but the one of whom she was waiting from hours never came. Excusing herself she went to the kitchen to see if desert was ready or not.

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Last few days, she has become close to everyone in the palace especially the royal cook, Jackson. He is an old fellow who is serving the royal family from years and treats Cinderella as his daughter. She also likes his company because he is the one after queen Helen who does not think her useless. They don’t tell her that she is lucky to get married to Prince Robert and they do not tell her how good he is with people. Whenever she listens it feels they are talking about a completely different person. Because her husband is not nearly sweet especially with her. In starting she reasoned his anger as the pressure of court, she thought he was trying too hard to become a better king. But now when his anger is constant he does not feel like the same person she fell in love. Now every time someone takes his name all she could remember is him questioning their marriage. It’s just been two months and he has already started questioning their marriage and she can’t do anything to stop him. Even the thought scares her but she tries to be better, to be better as a princess, to be a better wife, to be someone who could be useful to him to share his burden, not someone who he thinks as a burden. She never asked for a fancy life but now all she got is that. She always prayed for a peaceful life with a small family with no worries. When she first came to the dinner planned by prince Robert she thought it could be true, her dreams could become reality, he might be the one but he….. he is someone different, someone she can’t recognise. And now she has become a fancy doll whose only work is to plan dinners and banquets whenever required. She wanted to do something notable, something important in her life but can’t see or find anything. With everything going on she finds herself as confused as she was when her mother and father left this world one by one. 

“Princess dessert is ready. Should we arrange it?” Jackson asked as he started to decorate it. “Umm, …….I’ll see and will tell you,” she said making her way down the hall. “Princess, you seem to be upset,” Jackson once again asked because normally she is vivacious personality but from few days she seemed to be disturbed about something. “It’s nothing to worry, Jack,” she smiled and went to the hall. In the hall, which was full of people and everybody was looking at her, but what took her attention was her husband’s eyes which were red with anger, “Princess, everybody wanted to meet you. Where were you? I was searching for you”, he said as he came towards her and his grip on her hand became tight and painful with his every word. The tears in her eyes were about to drop but she controlled herself, “Sorry Prince. I went to check the arrangements for dessert which will be here any minute.” he smirked and took her to meet king of Armenia while his hold on her hand was not losing a bit. For some time she tried to control her pain and whenever she tried to take her hand away from him it only got worse. Slowly, everything around her became blurry and all she heard was her name being called but with every second she only found herself in deep slumber.

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PAIN

‘I love u’, her voice still lingered in my ears. Her voice was like a melody, the music I always wanted to hear. But our ego took over us and everything fell apart. She left me or precisely both of us walked out on ‘us’. Not for a second, I believed in my love, I could have stopped her……..instead I chose to see her leave me. ‘Sir, it’s time to close. If you want I can call the cab for you’, the waiter who was patiently filling my glass this evening said bringing me back from my world of misery. I showed him a hand to stop and tried to walk. Alcohol always overpowered me, she always used to get angry but now………no one will get angry. A tear slipped my eyes but before I could wipe it, I saw someone standing near me. I looked up only to be surprised and shocked. It can’t be true, alcohol has seized my thoughts. It’s just my imagination and look she is not even talking when she can’t stop to talk for a second, of course, it’s my imagination. I started to walk ignoring her when her anger-filled voice reached my ear, ‘Sid, stop right there. Don’t you dare to walk away from me like this again?’ I turned to confirm my doubts and my hands reached close to her only to see her face still red with anger. This look……….it was the same when I used to go home after late-night party’s drunk. My eyes were filled with tears which were now part of me and my hand reached to touch her, ‘Don’t you dare’, she said with anger-filled voice. Her nose flaring and her teeth trembling due to anger was not new for me but today it gave me the sense of relief which never existed before, she was here in front of me, nothing else mattered. Her words faded and all I could see was how she looks. She looked a little different from regular. And then I realised what actually is happening, ‘D, is that really you?’ She didn’t looked surprised but instead came closer in order to calm me down. ‘You can’t be here…………I am hallucinating……………It’s not true……..Alcohol is affecting me…….How can you be here…’ with each word I walked away from her but she didn’t stop coming near me. ‘Don’t touch me..You aren’t real……You can’t be here…….’ and before I could have said something she said calmly, ‘because I am dead.’