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The White Rose(part1)

Bare bodies,hugging skins and wet cold eyes.
A husky voice called out, “Diana!Diana!”. The lady lying at the edge of the bed, clad in a sheer white robe, jerk opened her eyes. Her face lit up to a honey-glow in the shimmering light. She looked up into a mesmerizing and penetrating gaze.
“Do you need more drinks?”, she asked, as her lips curled into an awkardly pretentious smile.
The man frowned his eyebrows. He could barely keep his eyes open but looked straight into hers. He held her by the neck, gently, although the man’s measures of gentleness is far from the woman’s; but yes! Gently. His lips moved but not a sound came out.
Only wet,cold eyes met.
The following morning Diana was found caressing her hair infront of the vast mirror placed at the side of her bed. She looked onto her reflection in a thousand-miles stare, as if all the blood and life was drained out of her.

I’ll be late for dinner tonight,

the words echoed in her mind. Diana changed the calender date to February 14. She got up, made herself a drink lost in some of her distant thoughts.

your room is provided with the finest of the furnitures in Paris and the best view ever

recalled Diana.
The view was indeed intensely pretty. The february snow was gloomy and glittery at the same time. Diana’s room was amply heated. She rarely lacked anything a woman of her age would have desired. Diana sipped on the blood red liquor painting a lipstick stain at the rim of the glass. Her fingers flipped through the diary pages, just to stop at the one which embraced a withered white rose. Its petals had wrinkled, the flower had lost its vigour. Although it still had a purity in its white colour that narrated some spiritual love. Diana smiled from within. She stood up and went on to the window. She leaned against the window pane relishing her drink. Her mind travelled back to the same day five years back- her wedding day.
Dressed in a dove-white dress, she turned heads at every gaze. The crystal blue shoes complemented the lacy linen just like the stars and the night. Her vermillon red hair curled upon her shoulders like a stream winds its way through the meadows. Her lips were the perfect arch of a cupid’s bow, a plump red rose bud. But her slate blue eyes spoke a different language. They longed for a miraculous endeavor. They searched for answers, answers to a million questions.

Diana walked down the aisle clutching the white rose and the letter that said

From here on we part my love.
Goodluck!
Forever,My Only.

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My Happily Ever After

Happiness for Her meant seeing Him smile. Happiness for Her meant sharing the drink from the same bottle. Happiness for her meant dancing together freakily to an equally freaky tune. Happines for Her meant His warm carress in a winter afternoon. Happiness for Her meant flaunting the same Tees together. 

Happiness for her meant finding a husband, a boyfriend and a best friend all in one person. 

She often imagined her life to be all rosy and beautiful.She sitting on her favourite chair near the fire place in a cozy winter evening, sipping on a delightful cup of tea. Her Man awaiting the words of appreciation to pour out of her lips. She would tease Him with unexpected expressions and they both would burst out in laughter on their childish games. Then there would be days when she would read out her poems to Him and he would look into her eyes in admiration. The clock would stop ticking anymore and they would make love over the linen sheets. She loved to be wrapped in his warm carress. He loved capturing pictures of the sunrises and the sunsets and she loved watching Him  maneuver the camera. She loved dressing up for Him because He was the one who noticed the tiniest aspects of her personality. Her Man made her feel beautiful in all possible ways.She dreamed that one day her Man would escalate to great heights of success and She would be a proud wife to have been in love with such a wonderful person.

Snow was something which always delighted her. She dreamed of touching the first ever snow flakes of the season while holding His hand. She dreamed of autographing her own books while He gleeming in cheer. She dreamed of a cozy little home where they would nest the rest of their lives. She wanted to serve him with all her worth, vigour,charm and respect. She happily dreamed to be a proud possession of her Man. 

The mornings would start with the best ever cuddles. Then the furious fight to get ready in time. He would always be late lurking around with unwanted tasks just at the 11th hour and she would rescue him with the speeding skills. She always dreamed of helping him with the ties. He is always so impatient in moments of hurry. Then they would have rushing bike rides to the office. The evenings would be quiet and cozy. Someday they would enjoy the football tournaments together while other days would be  devoted to the Black Holes and Singularity discussions. His love for food and her love for him would finally bring up new cuisines every day. She was so not an expert in cooking but she would put her heart and soul into those. She dreamed of her nights too. The nights had to be warm wrapped in his arms and then she would doze off to a new day. She even dreamed of how he would scold her for not being able to do the tiniest of tasks correctly and then takeover the whole thing. She loved being loved by him. She loved being in his protection.

She dreamed of her whole life with Him. She often dreamed so and smiled. She believed. Dreams were her only hope. She found her Man in her dreams. So she chose to stay in her dreams forever. 

She dreamed of her Happily Ever After. He was her one and only Happily Ever After.