The Unwanted Princess

part-23

He is fire

She is ice, 

And you'll learn to fear the flames as well as the snow.

Ishana stormed out of the kitchen with Anya's dinner and hell a lot of anger in her heart. On her way out of kitchen she came face to face with the ghostly looking faces of Omkara and Shivaaye. She didn't care whether they had heard her and Gauri's discussion or not even if they heard her words then they bloody well deserves to hear them and if by chance their guilty consciousness ignited from hearing her words then well and good. Anya deserves more than whatever they could ever give her, the life she is involved in she deserves peace in home and not to deal with a messed up family past like this.

Gosh, she don't know from where the girl has managed to earn so much patience, hiding her emotions she could clearly guess that was because of this family but patience maybe from dealing with all the Viaan induced activities.

Reaching Anya's room, she found the girl sprawled on the bed her legs dangling out of the bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hand as she slept with peace written all over her face. No traces of the girl that the world knows as the ice queen could be found when she slept there was only serenity surrounding her. There was something so innocent, so divine, so likeable surrounding her as she slept unaware of the darkness surrounding her, uncaring of the darkness ruling everywhere. She was the sole light blending with the night and even looking divine and hope inducing in the darkest hours. The girl sleeping now was unburdened, untouched by the responsibilities of world, unchained by the heavy metal chains of reality and duty. She slept looking as soft as a petal, letting the world see the flower she really is. A flower ready to let itself be crushed to provide everyone with fragrance. She is a beautiful and rare flower generating protective feeling in the gardener's heart but others want to pluck this flower away, to kill her before her day but they don't know she isn't a normal flower. She is a flower made of steel, hammered, grinded, drilled and bent in shape, polished and coloured by many hard and fine operations. She can't break; she can't be crushed or tore apart. She is a delicate work of fine art made to be treasured forever and Ishana didn't have the heart to wake her up but she needed to.

Anya was really a light sleeper which she got to know when she woke up by a simple nudge and call of her name. Rubbing her eyes she looked at her with startled sleep filled eyes which later filled with realization when she saw the plate and cup in her hands, making a cute frowning expression the she asked her in an acute whining tone"Have to"

"yups"

"but"

"No buts"

Anya looked at her with an pouting expression which made her look like an duckling but got up nonetheless and sat on the bed with her legs crossed and hands resting on her lap while her eyes stared at her with earnest puppy eyes as a smile threatened to spill on her face thinking about Ansh acting the same way whenever he come backs from late night shootings all ready to crash on the bed as soon as he spots it and those eyes so alike her screaming the same thing to her "FEED ME".

Shaking her head, she forwarded the cup near her lips after blowing air at the hot drink letting her have a sip before feeding her a spoonful of food, the happiness that swirled in her baby blue sleepy eyes was contaminating at best as her eyes softened with delight and Ishana's heart constrict painfully realizing maybe it was the first time some elder was waking her to feed her or this was the first time anyone was feeding her by their hands. She had no one back home who would cook for her or remind her to eat when she comes back too tired from work with no energy to cook and maybe she went through many nights without having food as she was too tired to eat herself. How we didn't give much importance to such small things as our mother feeding us when we are too tired to eat ourselves or are being too moody and demands "Mumma, khila do na". We never think that maybe out there, some people wish god that they could also make such demands or there was someone to pamper them like this. Her heart constricted more painfully realizing Anya also wanted to be pampered like this and maybe someone feeding her is like a luxury to her.