13 A Modern Fairytale

Inside her room, Ditto was done with shower. She was sitting there lost in her thoughts. She didn't knew why the place where her heart was supposed to be beating now felt like hollow. Why her usually calm mind was in chaos. She didn't knew why?

Her heart was like,"He is outside, waiting for you. Open the door lady. He is right there, searching desperately for you. Go, tell him you are here. This love is not of bodies, it's connected with your and his soul. The one your soul was waiting since an eternity is outside. Tell your prince that you are waiting for him right here, so that he can break you free from these disgusting claws of inhuman people. What you need to do is just open that damn door."

She wanted to listen to her heart, but it was nearly impossible. The shopping plaza guy can't be here, can he?

She was not the girl who believes on fairytale, but still she wanted to believe her heart. This was a modern fairytale, where no absolute happy ending was possible. It was going to be fire, destruction, chaos. It will be the world versus them, their love. Their bond needs to be par of material substances, far from delusions, only pure, naked form of love to be together for forever.

But still, she wanted to go out and see whether her heart was correct or not. This little heart was doing a lot of things recently other than pumping blood.

Now, she wanted to open the door, but needed an excuse to make herself believe that she was not going to do that to see him.

So she decided to fill her water bottle. Kitchen was downstairs, so obviously she will open the door, go down stairs, fill her bottle, and come back in her room. But there was a little problem. The water bottle was full with water, till the brim.

Well, no worries, she is thirsty anyway.

She drank water till her stomach was bloated, couldn't accommodate one single drop anymore. But still the bottle was half full. Damn this bottle.

She was not able to control herself anymore, so she threw the rest of water in her bathroom and ran towards the door praying that he must be outside or else she heart will break down in million pieces.

As if it was not yet broken enough. But still.

He needs to be out there, he needs to be out there, he needs to be there damn it!

Her hands reached to the door knob, she twisted it, opened the door. Her fingers crossed, she passed the little passage and glanced down.

Guess what?

He indeed is there.

He was sitting on the couch, scanning the surrounding with his composed demeanour. That god like charm. That face, perfect jawline, tall and broad body, silky hairs, eyes like black holes.

Her heart wasn't in chaos for nothing. At this point, her brain was like:-"Whaaaaaaaa.....ttttttt? Okay I give up. I don't know what to do anymore. Heart, take over. The all I can do to support you is releasing an inhumane amount of oxytocin, the love hormones. This is brain, over and out."

Her heart was like, "Yeahhh! I also don't know what to do anymore. But I'll make sure that I'll put her in every awkward situation possible."

Then something happened that absolutely should not have happened. At no given situation 'this' was supposed to happen! NOT AT ALL!