Undefiled Queen

Stephen POVBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I gazed at the beauty sleeping beside me peacefully.  Though I was awake for more than an hour, I couldn’t attempt to move out of the bed.  She snuggled into me, holding me tight as if her life depended upon me.  I decided not to wake her up as she was completely exhausted with yesterday’s events. Thinking of yesterday, my blood boiled.  I slowly raised my hand to inspect her injured cheek. Tilting her head slightly, to gain a better access to the injured portion, I scrutinized.  It was completely swollen red.   I fisted my hands out of rage.  I was determined that I would rip the flesh out of that bastard’s head for touching my angel.  I haven’t been unable to calm myself down since yesterday.  I just wanted to go and beat him to death.  But my angel was my first preference.  She lay unconscious in my arms.  Probably because of the tension she underwent to get out of that bastard’s brutal arms.  ‘Fuck’ once again rage took over me and my stance is in disturbance occupied by fury.  I will take care of him once I go to the office so that he never comes across my girl.

Looking down at my sleeping angel I smirked. What had she done to me?  No doubt the electricity was there between us right from the day she was born. Our eyes met when she was hardly a few days old and somehow I knew she was the one for me though I was still young to understand anything.

It was a cruel game fate was playing with us. Of all the people available in the universe, why should my brother hit only her parents’ car and kill them. Even if he did, I came to terms with destiny and started learning to live without her. At the juncture when everything was falling on track she had to come back again knocking on my life.

I was frustrated, angry and at the same time helpless. A clueless grin automatically adorned my features when she started stirring. I was irreparable, head over heels fallen in love with her.   I already knew this was going to happen and one day she would succeed in extricating the truth out of me from the day I came to know her identity.

And now the ball is out of my court. I feel I can do anything for her, I was gradually becoming very possessive about her.  If my angel tells me to dance like a little girl, I think I would do even that.

Loose strands of her hair sprawled across her face. She had long black hair which reached her hips.  Of course she would never let it lose and I don’t want her to do either.  That’s the beauty which only I am supposed to see. Now there it is! Again my possessiveness.  She ties her hair into a long plait.  Her plait would sway brushing her hips on sides, making her back more beautiful.  Men keep drooling at her back, in my office and I just don’t like it.  She is my beauty.  And it’s only me who should enjoy every bit of her.  Sometimes I feel like telling her to tie her hair into a bun but then she would think me as a maniac.  Two days back I was almost on the verge of telling her but thank heavens there was somebody at the door and I diverted my possessive thoughts from her.

I took my time to observe her completely and put a strand behind her ear.  Her lips were naturally pink and had a cute pout.  I felt like kissing them. My inner voice was tempting me.  Kiss them. Mine. Claim them back as mine.  After all she was my girl, a pair made in heaven. That is why we keep meeting each other though we decide to part.  I can do anything for her.

I found my beauty slightly stirring.  Using that as my opportunity I slowly moved out of the bed.  If I keep looking, I would keep staring at her all the time and she would think of me as a creep.  And that is something which I don’t want to let happen.  She should never have any negative thoughts against me. If only it could ever happen….

I went into the bathroom and did my business.  Later when she dressed herself, I found her calling somebody.  I was curious to know whom she was calling as I did not know anything about her present life.  I sat besides observing her and telling that breakfast was ready.  She looked at me with those mesmerizing big blue eyes. Oh God! I should say my world stopped.  She is so beautiful. Those innocent and pristine orbs stop my world and stare so deep that I think I can swim in them. No matter the amount of time, I could keep looking at her optics for hours and thank God for creating her for me.

She was calling her brother comforting him that she was alright and she would be coming home soon.  Why is she not calling her aunt? She should be the first person to be informed.  Maybe she was already on duty. I need to speak to her about her family and help her in case she requires any money for her uncle’s operation. I couldn’t help saving her parents and in fact indirectly became the culprit in their life. But I was in no way allowing the past to repeat again. By hook or by crook, I will help her in saving her uncle’s life.

Later that day…..

‘You are fired” I spoke in authority to the purchase executive, Mr Benjamin, my dad hired 10 years ago.  I can handle anything but not discourteousness towards women.  And when it came upon my own girl, I lost all my sanity.  I held my hand to stop him from speaking any further and told him to get out of my room.