For years, I craved for the purest form of love. Love, to me, was the name of a place that I had never heard of! When she stepped into my life, I was confused for a definite phase thinking her to be another random stranger who would eventually bid adieu to me some day after showering me with love. But that never happened. Her love for me was what money to Donald Trump and Camera to Narendra Modi. She loved me crazily and somehow when I reflect back I realise that it was the same love that I actually pined for since ages. She filled the void left in my life by my mother whom I admired the most.
Her unconditional love inspired me in a lot of ways. Her love spoke of bonds that stick together. Birds of same feathers flock together and I thought that we both belonged to the same breed. We both were made for each other. I still think of those amazing moments when I held her hands and walked down the street where I met her for the first time. It was a flea market at Town side where she was arguing with a vendor. Her voice instantly attracted me. I was buying gifts for my friend's daughter. This was new to me. I was never allowed to walk out of my house for shopping or even to enjoy life to the fullest. Papa feared that there was a constant threat to my life. But after Papa's assassination life veered out drastically. Mother kept me away from the party men who desperately wanted to get me into our party. I was never fond of politics.
But the day I saw this pretty damsel, I fell in love with her instantly. I liked the way she walked, she talked and her every single gesture inclined me towards her. At a closer glance, I realised that she was a pretty woman. Maybe the Lord himself had sent her into my life. I was drawn closer to her. Her eyes were the most riveting feature of her face. Eyes adorned by beautiful eyelashes mesmerised me. An arched eyebrow sat over her mascara cladden eyes. Every time she blinked her eyes, my heart skipped a beat. Her perfect arched eyebrows looked like the bow of an archer as if it was ready to pierce my heart any moment. Her long haughty nose spoke highly of elegance. Her rich looks, her rosy lips and the milky smooth skin attracted me. It was then I realised what people often call as Love at the first sight. Love to me was something too trivial for me until she stepped into my life. One day I gathered enough courage and expressed what my heart had ordered me to say. She hesitated at first and even refused to accept me as a part of her life. But somehow she realised that I was made for her. She never knew about my background. Being the ex-Home Ministers son never gave me any kind of happiness in my life just that I was guarded by security men and police officers everywhere I went. I asked her out and that day she promised me that we could be friends. But later, the friendship bloomed into love and love turned into something that defined my life. She stormed into my life and I gave her everything that she wished for. I gave her my share of happiness into her life. I painted her life with beautiful colours. She was the ultimate gift of my life that I'd ever received. For someone who craved the purest form of love, life became too generous and fulfilled all my wishes. Living a life together with her was my only dream. But that dream was short lived.
Now, tears copiously roll down my cheeks after I see her walking along the footpath after finishing her jobs. Oh, Lord! Is this how you treat my precious Queen? I asked looking skywards. A melancholy struck into her life and the entire world turned upside down. For once I had promised her that - 'even if the sky comes falling down, for you there is nothing in the world I wouldn't do!' But I remained there helplessly watching my lady love walking along the street. I soon follow her from behind. I wanted to tell her that I'm there to instil back the lost happiness. But sadly by then, our life that was filled with beautiful colours, the colours started fading away! She rummaged through her handbag for the house keys. She located it and managed to open the door. I quickly entered and followed her inside. She lolled on the couch and looked at our wedding photo. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she touched the photo.
"I'll not let tears invade your face !" I said this to her during the early days of our relationship and I helplessly stood there watching her cry.
'Oh lord, you can't do this to the ultimate gift of my life,' I said to myself.
It was the same time that my beloved lady's hands reached the Good Knight active plus vaporiser machine. She plugged it and switched it on.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.................." I screamed at the top of my voice.
I collided with the wall. During this process, my wings brushed against the wall.
Her life had become a living hell since the day the goons from our own party jabbed the knife into my stomach and killed me.
"I love you...," I said and closed my eyes. My wings detached from my body as I lay there in a state of stasis.
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