The Price of a Heart by Meghnaa Sonkar (spicy books to read .txt) 📕

the heart.
Then came the break, and the dancers dispersed and ate cakes and drank delicious tea. The table arrangement was pretty and reminded Anette of how her mother always got upset if she dropped something on the table. But if she cried her mother said sorry before she went to sleep and those were lively little memories of childhood she had learnt to safeguard in her mind forever.
Soon, the dancers changed partners, and this was decided by a draw of luck, in which it was decided that Peter dance with a very beautiful young lady who lived next door to Anette and Anette was to dance with a gentleman from Paris. His were dainty manners she couldn’t understand , but she was still adjusting herself to life in London. Its surprises , its strange ways led her to despise and love it as the same time, though there is nothing about London one can ever totally hate. London’s customs are the sweetest in the world, and Anette had gotten almost used to it by then.
There was no doubt Mr Osbourne was taller than Peter, and more charming , for that matter. He was definitely a prize, for any lady. Her being coupled with him by chance was many a woman’s envy, as he was the richest in the neighbourhood. But, Anette’s mind was occupied by many thoughts of yesteryears and now, of love and betrayal and joy and sorrow mixed together, she was incapable of forming an opinion of him. Their eyes met a couple of times, but Mr Osbourne’s grip was so hard on her waist that it hurt a little, and instead of moving with the music and matching his steps to hers , he was leading her on to a different dance, one that would soon lead her out in the balcony away from the crowd, much as Anette dreaded it.


Out in the open, the two stood sipping on some tea and the cold, cold wind played with her soft clothes and Mr Osbourne eyed her rather inquisitively…

“You live here and I didn’t even know …Had I known before I’d have…” said he

“Uhm..I know. .I mean I know you didn’t know” she was avoiding intimate conversation, but fate would have it its own way.

“Well, then, you must come over some time and meet my sisters” with this he turned and led her onto the dance hall again.

Anette couldn’t help looking at Peter and Mr Osbourne’s cousin talking at the other end of the room.
The evening ended beautifully. Phone numbers were exchanged. They were soon outside walking towards the car and Peter couldn’t help saying

“You like him?”

He avoided eye contact as she could see beneath the shrubbery of a low tree. Even the moonlight was hidden from that corner. They could have kissed there, had they been in love. Any couple would have. But, something had happened that night to ruin all. Ruin everything.


Imprint

Text: Meghnaa Sonkar
Images: Meghnaa Sonkar
Editing: Meghnaa Sonkar
Translation: Meghnaa Sonkar
Publication Date: 03-01-2013

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Dedication:
To dreamers like me