Peter Meets The Author..

'The pebbles' were earning huge fame in the public.. Bella had published a novel too under Thompson publications.. And everything were a success.. Dona was highly appreciated and became famous worldwide.. Media crowded around their home and they became rich overnight..

Bella did not let these changes affect her. She remained the same and since nobody noticed her, she was left on her own. She had always loved this loneliness, it was her best companion..

Dona was not sure of her sudden fame. She was liking it though, people recognised her wherever she went and she felt like a celebrity. Everyone took an instant liking to her too since she was charming and talked pleasingly..

She avoided most of the discussions of the novel in the media as far as possible and eligently overturned the topic to something beautiful or attractive..

This way she escaped most of the suspicions and she stood as one among the top authors, the charming and gorgeous writer..!

Peter had always been a voracious reader and his writings too had a different style attracting the mass readers.. He was picky and he could easily pick out the classics.. He expected the writer of this novel to be someone exactly like him since her writings portrayed it all.. He had a picture of the girl already in mind and he was surprised when he saw a teenager enter into the garden where he had invited Dona Jacob.. She was not at all like whom he had expected.. She was too pretty for an author who wrote such a pain-filled book.. The girl immediately recognised him and approached him excitedly.. She shook his hand childishly blushing red.. She seemed just like the others in the crowd to him.. he sighed. He had felt a strange knot with those writings which had dragged him to meet this girl, but he was deeply disappointed. To add to his misery, this girl was bragging non stop..

" Hi Mr Robinson.. !! I am a great fan of yours.. " she started, blushing still more..

" I have seen most of your interviews.. you are gorgeous in everything.. I was shocked when you called to meet me.. Should we have something to eat?.. My stomach is grumbling with hunger.. Wow! Your watch looks awesome, it should be really expensive.. It looks like an antique.."

He looked at his recently repaired watch.. The stones still looks a little misplaced but he still preferred to wear it.. The picture of that short haired girl flashed across his eye, he remembered her whenever he saw his watch, now he could control his anger at her after he had had his revenge. He never saw her after that even though he remembered the touch of her extremely light body, he had felt her floating in his arms when he had lifted her.. He knew from those eyes that she had been starving. He shook off his eyes away from the watch and faked a smile on the girl in front of her.. She had been talking to him for a long time now and he was barely hearing any of it..

He noticed sadly that this author girl neither mentioned about his books nor about hers in their entire conversation.. It was hard for him to picturise her as an author, she looked like a school girl who had just met her idol in her fantasy world..

He bid the girl farewell as soon as he could and left back to his home.. Even though he was top in his industry, he still had tough competitions.. He was rarely getting good works to be published for his company and he had reached his saturation with his kind of stories, with which he himself was starting to get bored.. He had strangely felt a new drive towards the work of this new author and had thought of signing her, or of buying the Thompsons.. Nothing was out of his reach.. But he really doubted her potential after their first meet...

Today, Peter drove straight to his mansion. It was rather like a palace.. He had build it five years before when his career had begun to flourish.. It was not inherited from the Robinson's,… it was something he owned from his hard earned money.. It was an old house surrounded on all sides with thick wood at the time he bought it.. He destroyed the old house to build the most magnificent building.. He rarely came there though, only when he becomes too happy or too sad or the times he needed some peace to read or write...

Today Peter was having a mixture of emotions.. And he was confused.. He went to his library.. It was one amongst the largest library with richest collections.. He had specially designed it in his home and was build completely of wood and antiques. A chimney burnt aside the huge cushioned chair which was carved in stones and were rocking in the breeze… He had opened the glass wall before the library that opened to view the seashore on one side and a beautiful garden on the other... He had not paid much attention to improve the surroundings of his house since he rarely visited there, but absorbed it's beauty through this window whenever he came over.. The garden below too was covered with wild shrubs and trees but still looked beautiful and radiant.. Climbing through the spiral stairs to reach the middle rack, he randomly chose a few books.. He had filled this rack in the past with the books that contained the most exquisite form of writings that had greatly inspired him.

Sitting on the rocking chair he went through the titles.. Suddenly his gaze struck on an old binded book.. It was a book written around twenty years ago.. He remembered reading it a few years before, when he had bought it at a bookstore.

The unfinished novel series that caught the heart of millions in the past ten years..

The marvelous book of an unknown author..

The name of the author was still a mistory.. The whole writing world was in hunt of this hidden writer who had suddenly stopped publishing his novel series.. The last chapter that remained unwritten haunted the readers and every effort to find the author remained fruitless till now..

Even though many had falsely tried to own the author title of the book, nobody was able to produce the original manuscript with the most sought out climax.. No one could imitate this fine author's writings..!..

Peter went through the pages of the book.. He was drawn in deeply by the exceptional work.. He felt a similar pain in this author's writing too, like that he saw in Ms Dona's novel.. and he felt it as a strange coincidence..

As he stopped at the last page, he felt himself greatly at a huge loss unable to read the climax... Like the million readers out there, he once again felt addicted to this particular book .. He read it again and again until he dozed off into the dark night..