Posted in Pain and Regret, short story

Twisted Tale of Cinderella (Part 10)

“You have no right over her. You never wanted a child and now you want her to be part of your life. She was unaware of your existence and you want me to introduce you to her as her father when I told her that he never existed.”

“How could you do this to me?” I tried to protest but after what I did to her it was quite difficult to make her agree with me.

“This is what you deserve,” Ella cried out at last.

“Cinderella, please let me meet her for once,” he begged. Though my words never mattered for her. 

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“This is the third time this week she denied my request. But I will also see, how much longer will it take her to accept me and my love.”

“Robert, you need to stop this as it is affecting your work now,” one of my close friend Kris suggested.

“No Kris, if I will lose them this time then I won’t be able to live in guilt that I never tried.”

“You are destroying your kingdom as well as you with this stubbornness.”

“No, for every second of my life I wanted this kingdom but I never got the happiness even after acquiring it. Although Cinderella, she was in my life for a few months but with her every day was refreshing, it was new and joyful. She was the light who tried to take away my darkness but I was indulged with it that I could never see it coming. And when I know I will get my life back, you want me to leave that for something I know will be of no worth without her. She is the queen I want to rule with because without her it will be meaningless. So, don’t ever tell me to stop.”

“Robert, I wasn’t trying to stop you but even if I did you will not. So, all the best for your journey”, he said defeatedly as he went to deal with the issues of the kingdom which I could not care for now. 

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I know everyone including my family thinks I have gone mad to run after something I could never get. Last week, when I fought with my father and locked myself in the room, I thought it was the end of my life, my rule because everything was incomplete without her. At that time the box of chocolate given by that villager came in front of my eyes. I never wanted to eat them but the taste of her chocolate was everlasting and the thought to relish it again was tempting. My hand landed itself on the box and the first bite told me that it was her who made it. And the hope that now I can find her was not just a thought but also upcoming reality. 

This week, after talking to that villager, Smith, I went to meet her. I knew she would not be happy with it but I wanted to take the chances. 

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“My dear Elly, it’s the wedding tomorrow and as usual it will be yours chocolate pudding”, a lady said smilingly.

“Samantha, you should stop worrying because the pudding will be there on time”, my Cinderella replied while packing another order.

She is beautiful like always and now she seems to be famous and happier than she was with me.

She talked to a lady for a while but what struck me was the name, Kathy. 

“Who is this Kathy?” “Is she my daughter?” “But why the name Kathy?”

There were so many questions I wanted to ask though asking them now will only take her away from me.

“Where is Kathy, Ella Aunty?” a little girl asked her.

I could not wait for long to meet her so I followed the little girl. And what I saw only amazed me, a little girl with the same features as me was sitting in a corner of the kitchen, of her bakery was eating cookies and was playing Monopoly. And I knew she was my daughter, my blood. Did I want to be angry with Cinderella for not telling me about her but is she the one to be blamed? 

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I tried talking to my little girl but she refused to talk to the strangers. I tried to offer her a bar of chocolate but she denied, “my mother makes the best chocolate in the world and I don’t eat the things offered by strangers.”

“Why are you here?” she said taking Kathy in her arms.

“Please give me a chance Cinderella. Please. I want to mend everything. I want my daughter and you to live with me”, I tried to persuade her. However, she is a tough nut to crack.

“I don’t want to listen to anything, you just go. Go from here and never try to come again here or in our lives. We are happy without you.”

“Please Cinderella.”

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It has been a week from that day and I regularly go there just to see my queen and princess. Kathy might have got my looks and brain but heart, she got it from Cinderella. She might say no to me now and even for the coming days but I won’t stop trying. Because eventually she will agree and we all will live happily ever after, exactly the way she wanted. 

Posted in love, Pain and Regret, short story

Twisted Tale of Cinderella (Part 8)

“My Son, my precious son. How have you been?” former king, Robert’s father said looking at his son whom he met after days. 

“I am a good father. How was your tour?”

“You planned it perfectly. Just the way I wanted.”

“It’s great that you liked it. But for now I have to take your leave as the court will be starting soon.”

“Okay, meet me after the court I have to discuss something important.”

Robert nodding his head went from there to attend the court. 

In the evening, Robert remembered to meet his father who seemed to have something important to talk about.

“Your Highness, Your Majesty King Robert wants to have an audience,” one of the guards informed his father who seemed to be busy and confused to decide. 

“Send him in,” he said while gathering the papers in front of him.

“Good Evening….Father, you seemed to be busy. I’ll meet you some other time,” Robert said when he saw his father busy scribbling something.

“No, you sit. Talking to you is way more important.”

“Is everything alright.”

“Yes, actually I am thinking from days that you should remarry.”

“Father, I don’t want to talk about it now.”

“No, son it is actually the correct time. You are already trying to make an alliance with Kiribati and if you marry the princess Alexandra……”

“It’s enough, father. I don’t want to remarry.”

“But son, she is perfect…..”

“You said that for Cinderella too and then made sure that I don’t get close to her.”

“Son, she was never worthy.”

“She was Dad. And it’s time you also understand that. With her I was a human, who lived and loved but now I am not less than a dead man. I am living to have a glance of her and my child whom with your grace I won’t be meeting in this lifetime and you know what I don’t blame you because you just told me what to do but I was the one who did it. I did everything. So, please Father stop telling me to remarry.”

He left the room with tears in his eyes which were on the verge of falling. He thought he was broken till now but now understood he had shattered. Shattered in pieces, to be not joined again.

Everything in his room was broken and shattered with him sitting in the middle of the room. The chocolate box was in his hands. Chocolates reminded him of her. 

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“Cinderella, Cinderella…”

“His Highness, Princess is in the kitchen,” one of the maids told him.

he walked to the kitchen to see Cinderella covered in chocolate head to toe laughing pointing at the kitten.

“Cinderella, what’s all this? You should not be working.”

“Ya, act….actually you liked…the chocolate…..before….so I thou….thought to….make it again,” she tried to say while laughing.

It was an amusing sight to see the princess covered in chocolate and the prince trying to take her to a room where she wouldn’t go because she would make the floor dirty. 

“Come….,” the prince said, taking her in his arms. He took her to the room and cleaned her while she was busy admiring him and thanking God for giving her the best husband anyone could get. 

“Now, you are not allowed in the kitchen,” he said, bringing her out of her world.

“But Robert I love cooking,” she said while making the cutest face trying to agree with him. “Please, pleaseeeee!”

“Okay fine. But if what happened today will be done again then I won’t listen to you.”

“You are the best,” she said as she kissed him.

“I know that,” he said, kissing her back.

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He didn’t know how he became the one she started to hate, he couldn’t look in the mirror again. Everything between them was beautiful and unique but he destroyed it because it was what his father demanded. 

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“Father, you called.”

“Yes, I did.”

“What’s so urgent before the court?”

“Sit down son. Let’s talk.”

The king came with some documents and handed them over to the prince.

“Son, these are official documents for the collaboration with the other states.”

“Okay, father.”

“Actually there is something else I want to talk about.”

“Yes, father.”

“Son, you are the future king and my expectations are way too more than you think. And to fulfill those you have to act appropriately.”

“I don’t understand it.”

“Son, don’t get attached to the Princess. She is just a woman to give your heir not to love. A king can’t love someone or get attached. Think it yourself.”

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After this nothing was the same neither prince or Princess nor their relationship. It was ruined the second he decided to listen to his father because he had to become the king. The king who will rule not love because that’s what he has to do.

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Twisted Tale of Cinderella (Part 7)

Dear Cinderella,

Another day is spent without you. It has been five years since you have gone. Isn’t it said absence makes the heart grow fonder it is absolutely true as after you left the castle I realised how important you were? It was your decision to leave and my….. ego to never stop you. If you ask whether I regret it or not then I do. I do regret everything I have done to you. 

I wanted you to run against the clock to learn all the rules and mannerism of a princess which we royals learn from birth and still are imperfect. I should have given you the chance to settle down but I never did and all that is left to me is regret. 

I remember the day I first met you, you were like an angel walking down the aisle in a blue magnificent gown. Even when I couldn’t see your face I knew you were the miracle I have been dreaming of. That dance was one of its kind. We never met each other but everything around us was in sync, we were at each other’s pace. It seemed we already knew each other. That moment I knew it had to be you. 

Then we got married the same as the fairytales you used to tell Samantha and I thought you were acting like an angel because no one is so naive and innocent.

I took you for granted. I thought you were my property, someone who has to follow my orders, obey me and within all this, I didn’t realise when I lost you and…… myself. I lost the prince who enjoyed small happiness because I had to be…… the king. The King.

And when I am the king today all I could think about is you. Every second you are on my mind. I think about you, about our child, about how unique our family would be. Our future would have been so beautiful with you being my side. I miss chocolates made by you, every servant in the castle is tired of my tantrums at the dining table because I don’t like the way they decorate it. There was a strange calming aroma around the table when you decorated it.

I always told you what a princess does and what not but eventually forgot what a prince should do. I wanted to cage you in this castle, in this golden cage but forgot that you were a free bird who will fly high leaving everything behind. 

Cinderella, for once I want to meet you and my child. I promise I won’t ask you for the child or you to come back. I have learned from my mistakes and I just want to tell you how sorry I am for what I did. I and my fairy tale castle are not what you deserve, you deserve a lot better. 

“Your Majesty, it is time for the court,” the adviser said, reminding him of the meeting he had with villagers regarding their issues. 

“Yes, will be there in a minute”, the letter which had his secret was again made part of the drawer which had hundreds of other letters which were to be sent to her in years but he never got the courage. 

Will he ever get the courage to send those letters?

Will he meet Cinderella and his child?

Will they be together again?

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A Letter Of Hope

My dear,

“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”

― Bill Keane

Today is a gift of God, the gift which gave us our lives. We run all our lives to accomplish something that does not matter in the end. Sometimes it is money or other material things. In all of this what we forget is ourselves and our family. We forget that it is not always money but the time, the quality time spent with our loved ones because the only thing that never comes back is the time. 

What we have lost is lost but what we got is all we got. We often remember the golden days of our lives and let me bet those are the days where you have had fun with your people. The people you loved and they loved you back unconditionally.

 Ask someone who has no one with them at the time of need, ask the importance of a friend to someone who does not have a friend, ask the importance of family to an orphan. We all have our families who love us unconditionally and these days due to any reason you have got to spend with them but if you choose to waste these days grieving for your work or other matters then let me tell you they aren’t going to come back. 

These days when people are going insane because of staying home, there are families who are enjoying their time together either cooking or doing other stuff. It is what is called spending quality time. There might be some members of your family who are at some other place but we have the technology, talk, video chat with them.

 There are many options instead of saying no. Not everyone finds a way in the darkest of forests, it is the one who never stops finding, finding the hope, the hope which helps him keep going. 

One speciality of time is that it never stops whether it is good or bad it will pass. So this time too shall pass. It is possible that it might stay for a little bit long but it will pass.

 It will pass and the roads which are deserted now will again be crowded with vehicles, the continuous honking in a traffic jam will again hurt your ear, you will again be in the office where you might hate your boss but love your work, your office desk will be waiting for you to work on it, you will again drink that special ginger tea from the peon of your office, those black coffees to stay you awake will again be made continuously, your ears will again be able to hear the gossips which will entertain you for a moment, you again will have those rides on your favourite scooty, you again will be called endlessly to ask the menu for dinner. We will do everything again but till then enjoy what you have got today. 

Enjoy the life which you have over others who have lost it, value it and live present joyfully, follow your passions which were forgotten due to your busy schedule, do exercise which you weren’t able to give the time when you had an office, do everything you love because we won’t be getting these days again to make lifetime memories. 

These days will be part of history so do we, we are fighting staying inside our homes, following all the instructions given by the government. So the only thing I want to say in the end is, thank god for what you have got and enjoyed every day of it.