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Thursday Stories 29.3.18 the skeleton 3

The skeleton
30.10.11

She was Henry, his brother’s fiancé; that is their marriage was fixed when they were babies; she went to France to live with her aunt. Henry received his education and grooming from London to become the next heir of their not so little Manor.

He met her when he was studying arts in Paris, he tried hard but he fell in love. He and Henry were really close, so he asked for his forgiveness and he gladly accepted his love for her and said he will see that the lovers meet in altar.

Then she came to visit them and everything changed. He could not guess it then. He guessed it on that very fateful night. Henry called him inside his private chamber, “She wants to see you for a while, as father is not aware of your relationship you should meet her in stealth for a while. Or else the scandal will be horrible.” He said with a sweet smile. His dark eyes expertly covered his intention.

“Follow me!” he entered a small room attached to his bedroom. There were paintings on its wall, he removed one of them, and pressed a small lever.

He saw another shadow, it was Daniel. “You robbed me off great fortune my friend. He laughed in a hushed tone. My sister was about to marry the Baron, and I was hoping a knighthood.”

“She lost her heart to a commoner. Ha! What a girl!” he winked. “Well, don’t look so sad, it does not matter to me at all, which of my dearest friends won my little sister’s heart.”

They descended the stairs one after the other. “This room is beautiful brother!”He could not resist his pleasant surprise.

“Thanks. You remember Ana Maria, my French tutor? She decorated this with her own hands.” There was a twinkle in Henry’s eyes.

“Would you mind if I enjoy the luxury of your room for a while?” He asked after noting the huge collection of books and artifacts.

“Go ahead. Miranda will be meeting you here after dinner.” They left after spending some time with him. He stayed back and requested Henry to make an excuse for his absence in dinner table. He was eagerly waiting for Miranda. It’s been months since he met her.

————- to be continued……

Author:

A bookworm transformed into an addicted writer. I love to write and illustrate them myself. By love I mean love, no half-hearted relationship, a full-fledged, passionate love, I can’t pass two days in a stretch without writing/painting (cyber), just feel empty like lovers do when their lovers are away on a tour! Even though I am thoroughly enjoying self-publishing with amazon, but if you like my work and want to publish my works in your magazine, books or better if you want to publish a book of my works please make me very happy by contacting me. Or if you want to sell my works on commission basis only!! contact me, I will be quite relieved. Honestly writing and selling your own work is a very BORING combination. So you are more than welcome! Mail me @sharmishthabasu@hotmail.com, sermistabasu@gmail.com or go to- I have one too many blogs, so... just pick up the one you love best from here: mydomainpvt.wordpress.com (You will get the link to my remaining blogs there) or you can check out my ezines- monthly- Agnishatdalezine.wordpress.com And Agnijaat.wordpress.com linkedin- [Invite me from your linkedin a/c] linkedin.com/authorsharmishthabasu my email id sharmishthabasu@hotmail.com and sermistabasu@gmail.com I am in goodreads and completelynovel too http://www.goodreads.com/sharmishthabasu http://completelynovel.com/sharmishtha-basu http://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu I guess I said enough about myself, right? You will forget if I stuff too much here, so if you are curious to know this humble creature just join me in my blogs :)

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