A small intro.
Maya
Do you know that in different languages/ religions/ countries, the name Maya have different meaning.
Like in Hindi, Maya means Illusion.
In Hebrew, Maya means Spring.
In Nepali, Maya means Love.
In Old Persian, Maya means generous.
But for here, Maya means none of the above!
Maya is just another name of helplessness.
My name is Maya...
Maya Stones
That's me up there...
Born to a British father and Indian mother, I always thought that I'm lucky enough to be half British and half Indian.
Maa always said to me that Dad was the best yet worst thing to happen to her..
Why???
Simple...
Because his love had gave her a reason to live after she lost her brother but his betrayal had broke her trust leaving her alone.
They were both very happy the first 3 years of their wedding and my arrival in the second year had completed their small world.
But one day suddenly Dad sent Maa back to India saying that due to some business problems, as it would better that Maa and I stay away from him for few days.
I still remember few days turned in weeks.. And weeks turned into months... And those months turned into 15 long years..
That's right I had not seen my father even once for 15 years.
Maa says that at the start he used to write letters and call us but with time the calls and letters gradually ceased completely. And when ever she spoke of coming back to him, Dad completely refused her. Later when Maa suddenly returned back without informing him, she found out that he had cheated her. After he sent her away, he married another woman. He said that we meant nothing for him and now he no longer wanted us back in his life.
At that time I was 10.
It was the first time I had seen my mother crying and soo broken. After she returned learning about my father's betrayal, she was in shock. As she had not expected this at all from dad.
That day I saw Maa change. Though she pretended that she forgave Dad, I knew that she was not able to.
My mother had always been a very brave lady, I had always seen her standing strong and fighting all odds in those years where she had only me and I had only her. Not even once in those 8 years she let me miss dad. Though I knew that she missed him to the core and her eyes always shined each time there was a knock at the door in the hope that it was her husband who came back to her realising his mistake, but each and every time all that she got was disappointment as he never came even once. But still she tried her best in hiding her pain away from me.
5 years passed with Maa still trying to come with terms with the harsh reality of her life.
But one day...
Both of our lives changed..
She was diagnosed with brain tumor and her chances of survival were very low. Since I was teenage and she had no family left to take care of me, she contacted again my father with the hope that he will understand her and finally accept his responsibilities towards me.
Though I thought at that time, she was wrong, my father proved me wrong.
He did actually come.
I didn't even recognize him the first time afterall I saw him after the large gap of years.
He didn't say much but just he reassured Maa that he will provide me the house that I need and all education and money also.
Thinking that I am finally in the safe and responsible hands of my father, my mother closed her eyes forever few days later.
And after all the right indian rituals completed as per Maa's wish, my father brought me to his home in Britain.
As promised, I was given a shelter, education and the required money by my father. But the thing I wanted the most ... The thing I craved for the most was never given to me...
The LOVE, CARE, CONCERN and TIME of my father.
He was way too busy with his second wife and his business to even notice me.
I lived in a mansion with lots of people yet I was the most lonely person.
And my thoughts get disturbed by a voice.
" It's done.. Do you like it..?? "
The henna artist Anna asked me as she completed her work on my hands.
After taking a look at my hands, I look back at her and say with a faint smile
" Yess.. It's beautiful. Thank you. "
" I'm happy that you like it Miss Stones. Now we need to wait for it to dry.
By the way, do you know that in Indian tradition, it's said that the darker the henna gets, the more your husband or to be husband will love you... And since you're having a love marriage, I'm sure that the henna is gonna be dark. "
Anna says unaware of the whirlpool I am currently in and reminds me that tomorrow it's my wedding.
The wedding that was fixed out of the blue.
The wedding that was imposed on me.
The wedding where the to be bride and groom forget meeting, we had not even seen each other once.
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Hi everyone, I am basic trying my first attempt at romance.
I hope you'll like it.
Please do tell me
how it was.
All types of reviews are
welcomed.
And sorry for any typing mistake.
This is a DARK ROMANCE story.
Both Hindi and English are
Not my mother tongue.
Part 1 will be out soon.
Thank you for
your precious time!!
And this is the cover for this story
Hope you like it.
And Henna design pics are from Google
& first gif also from Google
Gif & Pic Cr: to uploader
Lots of Love
(SheHatesMee)
❤