Posted: 12 May 2008 at 1:59pm | IP Logged
She sat there in her room all alone dressed in an elegant aquamarine bluish green lehenga, with matching jewelry. Today was her engagement day and instead of being on cloud nine, she was not happy at all. She had no reason to be happy. She was sitting in front of her mirror in the room and was staring at her reflection wondering how much longer she could keep the mask on her face.
Her heart had been empty for the past 2 years and she knew that it would never be as alive ever again. She had not even expected to be left all alone on this day, when she was forcefully going to be engaged to a man she didn't love. But here she was, clad in her lehenga, and all alone. Not one of those who cared for her the most were there with her, save for her dad and her step-mother. Yes, her own mother had died a few months back with a disease and her father had remarried. Her new mother was just like they mentioned in those fairytales she had read since childhood, evil. And it was her step-mother who had forced her into getting married to this man, a man she despised with all her heart.
The to-be bride was anxious and nervous; all the people she loved were not with her, they had left her alone the previous morning after one of them had received some shocking news from headquarters. They all rushed to the car without telling her what the matter was and never called at all. She had no idea that what they had gone to do, what they had gone to find would save her life, save her from this horrible marriage, and they intended to save her before she was even engaged. Sighing, the bride waited patiently for the step-mom to come and bring her down. She got up from the chair and walked over to her dresser. She slid open the top-most drawer and then she slowly unfastened the chain around her neck, the locket contained her life, heart, and soul. Removing it from her neck would mean that she was giving up, after two long years of despair and depression; she was beginning to lose hope.