Just A Fake Fairy Tale.

Once upon a time, there lived a jet setting, high flying, beautiful woman. She was happy, content, at peace….. She had a Life, a future, a spare million in her bank account, some really good friends, and a Lover………….well, she thought she had, or let me rephrase it….she had a “beloved”….. Their affair, that was arranged so they could fall in holy matrimony, was at its peak………………. It was a long, long time ago, when was that??? Hmmm…………….

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31st July, 2012.

She boarded the Emirates flight EK008 from Heathrow terminal 3 to DXB. The Airbus A380 was nearly full, It landed safely after exact 7 hours and 15 minutes. After passing through all the horrible security and immigration queues she entered the transit area of Dubai airport. Looking fabulously gorgeous, wearing high heels, a halo of caramel curls framing her glowing face, sporting her million megawatt-heart-warming-soul-touching –devilishly-delicious- genuinely- contagious smile. Her whole being smiled, she smiled in her eyes, her heart, her liver, her brain. She knew Dubai airport like the back of her hands, had been there times too many…..that day was different….the whole place felt surreal……she was finally going to meet the guy, who was supposed to be “The One”.

A trolley bag in tow, a tote hanging on her arm, after changing into something east appropriate, she hit the duty free shop, and bought the usual, the DKNY Be Delicious, Clinique Base, MAC Glosses, Touch’e Eclat by YSL, the whole trilogy of “Fifty Shades” ( oh, no, that she actually bought from WHS Smith, Heathrow, before boarding), hmmm……….some bling she bought to match the ivory chantle lace gown she wanted to wear on the big day, a watch she liked but resisted the urge to splurge, a pair of sunglasses, and then she went crazy and picked up everything she liked ……Perfumes for his brother and bhabi, An Armani jacket, a crisp white shirt, a silk designer tie, pair of cuff links thrown in for a good mix and a Cartier Cologne for him ..………………. and didn’t bat a Mascara laden eye lash when she produced her debit card at the checkout and blew away an amount that was nearly equal or a bit more than a couple of months’ salary that she draws these days……………She felt ecstatic, never thought 3.5 inches could bring her so much pleasure…….

Holding her merchandise wrapped in delicate tissues, packed in two huge bags, she stopped at Starbucks to get her usual Grande Strawberry and cream Frappuccino with extra ice and whipped cream, as she walked towards the gate for her connecting flight to Lahore, she turned on her HTC and called him on Viber, and when he answered, she could not tell what was more satisfying and delicious, the calorie laden sickeningly sweet beverage, or the husky, dreamy hello…………………………. She twirled, turned and looked around towards the sea of people milling about….. and thought, I have figured it all out……… just a few more days and everything will be ok……….She was finally going to tie the knot Again.

B&She sat chatting with him, and opened her bag casually to see the pretty hot pink square box from Butler and Wilson, still in bubble wrap, that had the cutest jewel encrusted frog you can ever imagine, with king Solomon’s key, her way of confessing her love and telling him “ you hold the key to my heart”..………… they agreed not to talk till 17th August, when he was supposed to arrive from………….another planet. As she had the utter disability to follow any rules….his number was the first she dialed as soon as the plane landed at Lahore airport and she turned on her  other mobile phone with an active Warid Sim already in place…………

He was not her first, and she somehow knew she wouldn’t be his last, but that did not bother her……..Love is blind, but in her case, it was dumb, deaf, blonde and stupid too……a retard, special kind of STUPID!!!!…….

He came, they met, things didn’t work out and he went back to the world he belonged to,  no vows exchanged,  no bells rang………no answers given…….Easy escape for him…….No closure for her….………………..win win situation was his, Loose, Loss, Lost was Her’s………..

31st July, 2013.

One year, 365 miserable days and an equal number minus one, lonely nights, 12 months, 52 weeks, 8760 horrendous hours, 525600 minutes later….she realized that this was the toughest year of her life, her whole being was shaken beyond belief. She mourns the fact that she lost her faith in love, her ability to trust anyone. She spends the days in different states of miserable/depressed/suicidal, some worse than the rest…… she plasters a fake smile across her face each day, haven’t heard herself laugh for a very long time……she lost herself trying to find someone who was just a mirage…….…now she is standing deserted in the middle of nowhere, alone, shattered, broke, and clueless……… Trapped in a void……silent…… she has turned into a wandering soul…….…

Where does she want to take her life? What is the passion now?

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How much a year can age one?………………………she had no fucking idea.

She just Sits, Cries, Writes, Rots and Repeats…………………………..

Moral of the Story: Words conceived for some are generally nurtured by someone else, and Gifts bought for some, usually end up with others.

P.S: It is totally Ok to sell the unwanted stuff on E Bay

Seemi.

31st  July, 2013.

(Republished for A to Z Challenge on 11th April, 2014)

©BoldieTalks. 

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13 thoughts on “Just A Fake Fairy Tale.

  1. this lady has great potential to mark global audience she need to extend and lengthen her idea with thrill and suspense altough she describes the scene some time better than character herself………….simple amazing

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