Raindrops danced on her wide forehead as she looked up at the sky with half opened eyes.
She stretched her arms open wide and tried to take in more of that pure celestial sight.
She was in love with it all.
The naivety of that cool breeze, the faint mauve sky and never changing smell of that wet soil.
So much unlike the men she had picked in her life.
She would say, “I always tend to choose assholes somehow.
Cinderella’s story and Snow white are just another way to blindfold innocent teen minds.
Until they grow up to the reality of life and shop for jerks from the market of fake promises,” was how she felt about it now.
By the time any girl, any Juliet starts falling for her Romeo; he is already chasing some other girl in the town, throwing Juliet out of her illusionary dream land.”
So she stood there in the dying rain now with a wet plat of hair sticking to her shoulders.
Water drops slid down her neckline smoothly and jumped off her heart straight towards the ground to get camouflaged in the dark wet sand.
Then from nowhere came him walking straight towards her looking once at the rain from above, then at her and at the translucent clouds.
An artist he was.
His glance was as sharp as the deep velvet sky and mind as clear as the strong gust of wind oscillating her knee length gown.
“Oh there comes another asshole!” said her in mind.
Asshole or not, at first a writer he was.
With trillion mystic words tap dancing in his brown eyes.
“Oh what gifts of happiness will you bring to me you new guy?
I know you writers well. You are probably looking for a character for some new story that you have on mind.
And as soon as you’re done getting out an interesting tale, you’ll just vanish like a Cheshire cat.
I have already seen Easter bunnies in my life.
Just as fake as charming you guys are.”
Romeo inched closer to her enough to hear her breath heavily and uttered,
“Hold on honey. I have not walked into your life just to pen down some storyline.
I have come because I have fallen for your gorgeousness.
I have fallen for the way you gently tap you feet in the pool of water careful not to hurt the smallest of bushes in the soil.
I have fallen for the way your eyelashes play a battle with the dews of rain and the way you feel it without caring a bit about your eye make-up getting smudged in bargain.
You are so not like those stereotypes.
You simply outstand. And I’m sure you always have.
You are not naive and dumb like ‘Snow white’. You are candid and valiant as ‘Rose red’ and that’s how you outshine them all.
Oh my sweet heart, you just need to stand your ground and the whole world itself will try to fit in your deep blue eyes.”
Controlling her racing heartbeat she now spoke out,
“Oh Romeo, how well you could peep into my heart. I’m indeed all of that.
I know I’m different from the crowd. But then I’m a girl after all. Wanting to be loved and lose myself in the warmth of your arms.
I know I’m not Juliet. But who would understand?”
“I do, Rosaline” said Romeo. But some love stories are such that even we artists don’t pen them down. We just keep them safe in our heart…”
Rosaline closed her eyes and let him hug her tight…………………………………………………………………….
P.S. Soon their clandestine affair got caught. Juliet killed Romeo and then committed suicide.
Rosaline escaped the scene. She was finally done finding the apt characters and an interesting storyline.
She named it – “Romeo and Juliet”.