my dangerous love

chapter 7

Sanams. Pov:

We left uncle malhotras house and went to our house. Zoya went to her house.  i enter the living room and find brother talking to someone.

Hamza: oh sanam come here meet rizwan khan and rizwan meet my sister sanam. So Rizwan told me. That. You both like each other is it true. Sanam if you  Like him I. Also like. Him

Rizwan: hey sanam how you.

Sanam:. Hey I'm good how you. Bhai its true I like him. Sorry bhai I did not tell you.

Hamza:  sanam rizwan here come home with your marriage proposal. What's your answer.

Sanam:. Bhai what ever is your decision I will accept.

Hamza: okay from my side its also yes. Zoya is also getting married with rizwan cousin hanif. So the wedding will be with next week Saturday.

Rizwan:. Hamza don't worry about the decoration it will be sanams dream wedding. I promise.

Sanam:. Thank you so much Rizwan. And bhai.

Rizwan had dinner with us. We went for walking. Zoya was talking to hanif. She was smiling. Rizwan hold my hands I tighten the hold.

Rizwan: sanam for honeymoon we will go to paris but first we will go to simla and goa. Your dream destination.

Sanam: thank you so much Rizwan.

We sat down. Soon zoya and hanif joined us.

Sanam:.me and zoya we wanted true love always. Thanks a lot rizwan and hanif for loving us.

Rizwan: sanam read the text you on what's app.

Sanam: As I walked down the the main street to town, he followed me.

As I continued walking the 11 miles to the town square,  he still followed me. 

At this point I  knew Hanes would not give up, so I suddenly stopped, kicking the dirt road with my worn out boots. I bent my head low, clasping my fingers behind my back in an innocent manner.

"Hanes, t'isn't any use. Please Hanes, don't make matters worse." I tried to 

sound brave, but as he reached out for me I gave in. All I could do was stand 

there,  soberly clasping the hem of my limp cotton dress, trying to wipe away my tears.

Bringing me into his arms, he softly and  lovingly kissed me upon my lips, making me forget reality. Oh, how I loved him, but I could not look into his bright blues eyes, run my hands through his wheaten colored hair and tell him that we should not be. However, it would be the right thing to do, as he was a rich boy whose parents thought of me only as filth, and a thefts daughter.

As he grazed his lips close to my ear he whispered, "rechella, I love you, I 

need you... you know I do." Yes, I knew he loved me. However, coming back to my senses, I gently, yet firmly pushed him away.

Desire and confusion was apparent through the furrow in his forehead, however his expression soon briskly turned to worry as a coach approached from up the road.

"Rechella, I love you, I will find you someday!" Hans exclaimed as two dark hooded men pounced from the carriage and grabbed him.

I quickly jumped the fence which separated the main road from the meadows, running away as fast as I could, not caring about getting soaked in the early morning dew which clung to the tall grass in the field. I shouted one last thing to my Hanes as I went. "I love you too, I shall never give up."

Three years have now passed since that day. I now live in the slums of town, making my living off of flowers which I pick from the meadow, and I survive mostly on bread and drinking murky water. I never have once stopped thinking about Hanes throughout these three long years. He however must have all of the wonders of life he wanted; Masquerade balls, feasts with the the rich and famous and perhaps, by now, even a loving and beautiful wife. But I also know he would never break our promise and would try and 

find me no matter what had become of either of us. No matter if we are fated to go our separate ways, I have faith that we will see each other again. How I wish it was soon, my desire is to see him one more time before we were old and forgetful of our time together. So, why should Hanes be the one to seek me out? Putting a few things into my battered bag and throwing a dark green cloak around me, not allowing for anymore time to be wasted, I was going out into the treacherous world to find Hanes.

It is now three months later, I am now miles away from home and 

had no money or food. I have been robbed of almost everything except my clothes, at at least I am still intact and am trying to keep to public places. It has been a horrid journey; I am always dirty, hungry and tired... but I kept on looking.

A few days later, I feel as if I am ready to crawl under a rock and never wake up. There is no where dry to sleep, as I am no longer in the city. It is pouring rain and the cobbled streets are turning into muddy roads. My clothing is now drenched in water and my boots are slicked with slippery mud, having no place to shelter myself, there is no choice but to walk on. Suddenly, I see a darkened couch coming closer towards me, bobbing and crashing along the road in and out of potholes. The couch was hard to see, except for the lanterns hanging off of it, reflected it's occasional shadow. But that shadow is so familiar. A memory has quickly flashed before my eyes, as I stare frozen in the eery road. "Rechella, I love you, I will find you someday!" ...Hans?

I run in front of the coach, unthinkingly. I am so desperate for both love and survival. The coach halted with a quick movement, the horses bucking and neighing into the air. The coach swerved forward underneath the muddy ground in a flash, crumbling and crushing me underneath.

I appear to be laying in thick mud, all bruised and bleeding... there is an enormous amount of pressure on top of me.. oh god, the pain is excruciating... and then there is darkness. Pure darkness. No pain anymore... 

Am I awake now? My head is dizzy, could I be in heaven? I move. "Auugh!" No. there would be no pain in heaven. I look around, my eyes adjusting to a light and clean atmosphere.

I am in no muddy main street, I am clean, laying in a down bed with an enormous duvet, in the most beautiful room I have ever seen. There are huge, sunlit windows with magnificent white curtains drawn apart. A floral set table, and, and... I can't believe my eyes. Standing up from one of the floral chairs, is a young man with a mixture of triumph and sorrow in his eyes.

My lips now into a grand smile, my pain leaving me for a split second as he comes running towards me. I try to get out of bed, but am stopped by my lovely Hanes as he pulls me into his arms, holding me as though he would never let go,  breaking into the most beautiful and luxurious kiss I ever even knew existed.

"I told you I would find you" He whispered quiet softly, tears of bittersweet sorrow tripping down both our faces. "We are h-here never l-leave me-e." I kept stuttering from my happiness. I have found him at last, or he has found me at last. We have found each other.

Now it is a year later, and I have more than I  have thought possible to want; The most magnificent wedding, manor, feasts and balls gal lour, and the very best of all, my loving Hanes. We now have reached a euphoria beyond happiness... as we now have each other.

Rizwan: sanam I will always love. Remember even if I am not alive and away from you I will still love you.