How little we know : part 3

She stood before me. A fragile figure, standing on the precipice of her dear life. The lack of love she felt in her heart. In that moment I just knew. We cried together almost an hour and cleansed our mind of the dirt we felt inside. Mother didn't tell me what bothered her but I guessed their marriage wasn't all that happy. As I sat on the floor, running my fingers through her hair, I realized how strong of a heart I have in me. She is my mother and she was the bravest and kindest soul I have ever know. The thought curved my lips into a faint smile.

" What are you smiling at?" she craned her neck upwards and fluttered her eyes.

" Nothing specific...I just felt like smiling and so I did" I bent over to her face and bit the tip of her nose playfully. She cupped my face and pecked me on the cheeks. I felt so content inside that I wished time stood still and I could just relive the moment over and over again.

" why are they not home?" I had to ask. Mother lay on the floor, gazing at the ceiling and I joined in right beside her. She puffed and shook her head. " I...don't know. Your father never tells me where he is or what he's doing most of the time. They only said that they'll be back by nightfall and that we don't have to wait for them for supper" I sighed with happy thoughts flooding my mind and body." Oh what a marvelous day" I giggled and buried my head into her bosom.

Later on, I spoke with her about the dream I had that night. Her interest definitely peeked and she listened intently. At last, she said;

" Why don't you write all that down? That is such a vivid dream. You even remember it so well. So why not write it down??" I adored how my mother always supported me and pushed me to new horizons. I instantly agreed with her and decided I would write it all down.

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Roohi entered the palace, holding her head high and proud like a true queen. She walked with such grace and personality that the entire room fell silent, respecting her highnesses entrance. At the far end of the room, the King and the Queen sat on their thrones accompanied by Quetsiya next to them. Roohi scanned the room, looking at the perfectly aligned suitors sitting with their respective families. She walked over to the King and bowed to her father. The king returned the bow, slightly stiffer than his daughter and gestured her to take a seat. But to everyone's surprise, Roohi stepped onto the platform close to the throne and stood tall.

" Good morning, ladies and gentlemen who are here for this auspicious event. I'm sure you all are very excited to see me get married today." she looked over to her father, who was getting restless in his seat. Roohi grinned pleased and raised her eyebrows at the suitors. " No offense to any of you dashing young princes present here but I don't want to marry any of you" The guests murmured among themselves, confused and baffled by her highnesses words. " I really do not care how wise or witty or brave any of you are. I am sure only the best of them are here before me. But the thing is you see...My father never bothered to ask me if I even wanted this marriage. This union between two souls. He assumed that I would be well off with a complete stranger and that it really doesn't matter what I want or what I feel. "

Roohi turned to face her father and smiled coyly. " I am not sorry father." The king glared at his daughter, with fiery eyes. He then looked at his wife and clenched his teeth. The daughter didn't wait for the dramatics. The red gown swept the floor behind her as she made her way back to her room.

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I sat at my desk, gratified at the outcome. The scene played over and over in my head and the more I proofread, the better I tuned it. The sunset through the window, brought the surreal orange ting across the room and basked me in its cool warmth as I honed my skills.