The Hidden Letter – Part II

Continued…

Kayla Thomas,
London,2012.

I step out of the house in my floor-length, champagne coloured gown he bought me. He is standing by the hood of his car. I don’t understand how he manages to look like freaking ‘Adonis’ even in his casual worn out jeans, a black t-shirt and that brown leather jacket. Not wanting to seem like an idiot on our first date, I step forward but, being the klutz that I sometimes am, I trip. Closing my eyes, I wait for the impact but all I feel is a strong set of arms holding me. How I manage to trip on the smooth cement surface, is out of my grasp! I looked up to his shaking profile. Yes, the jerk was trying to hold back his laughter. I narrowed my eyes at him and he seemed to sober up. A little.

Straightening me up, he whispered,“Kayla, you look beautiful tonight.” That made me blush. I groaned internally and wondered, what was wrong with me, since it’s very rare to see me blushing. But then, what on earth is right , when it comes to me, these days? The proof is standing right before me. My childhood best friend. The guy I fell in love with. He took my hand, breaking my chain of thoughts and led me to the car. Opening my door, he ushered me in but, I stood gaping at him. He never was a gentleman, not to me at least. Suddenly, I got this mischievous glint in my eyes, which made him take a step back, uncertainly. He knew me well. Smirking up at him, I asked, “Being chivalrous today, are we?” That made him blush. Wait! What? Blush! He was blushing! I blinked, unable to believe my eyes. I’d never in the past 17 years seen him blush. Never! And just as the thought crossed my mind, I burst out laughing. He narrowed his eyes on me and shut the door hotly, muttering under his breath, which made me laugh even harder.

I was still laughing, when he gunned the engine but, when I caught him looking at me with an unreadable expression, I frowned. “What?” I blurted. He just shook his head and started moving, again muttering under his breath.
After a while of comfortable silence, I realized, I didn’t know where we were headed to. As if on cue, he turned left on to the highway, away from the city. “Where are we going, Adrian? I didn’t know we were going out of the city.”
He smiled at me, making my heart beat faster than normal, “You’ll know soon, Kay.”
“You know I hate surprises!” I whined.
He chuckled, shaking his head, “Chill your ass, fiesty one.”
I glared at him.
Laughing he said, “Chill, you’ll love it. Promise!”
Soon, he was pulling over and I couldn’t help but blurt out the words that came next, “Planning to rape me or murder?” There was nobody in the surroundings. In fact, I bet there’d be no human for a couple of miles. He started laughing again, ticking me off so, I smacked the back of his head. Hard.
“Ow, being violent, are we?”
But seeing my glare, he hurried, “C’mon Kay, let’s just go!”

He held out his arm for me, just like a gentleman and this time, instead of making fun of him, I just grabbed it and smiled. We walked for a while, when he stopped me and ordered me to close my eyes. I looked up at him incredulously, but when he gave me a reassuring smile, I complied. We walked for about 2 more minutes, him leading me with my eyes closed, when he stopped me, yet again and asked me to open my eyes. When I did, what I saw made me stand there with my mouth hanging open.
The clearing was decorated with fairy lights. There was soft music playing from a small record and in the middle of the clearing was a plaid cloth, laid neatly. Besides it, sat a picnic basket. Still somewhat shocked and surprised, I heard Adrian laugh besides me, probably laughing at my reaction. But his laugh seemed to pull me out of my daze. I ran to him and hugged him with all of my might. Willing my tears, that were about to spill, to stop and not trusting my voice, I whispered, “Thank you!”
But, what I got in response was something I did not expect. Holding me at arm’s length, he said, “I love you,” his voice barely above a whisper. With that he pulled into a deep kiss.

Epilogue

London, 2017.

I woke up to an annoying noise that gave me a headache almost immediately. I realized it was someone pounding on my door. I frowned and looked around to see where Adrian was, when it all came crashing back to me. I jumped out of the bed and ran to the door, unlocking it to see my Mom standing there, “Jeez, Mom give me a break!” I whined. Mom laughed,“Sweetie, it’s quarter past 10, I wouldn’t mind you sleeping in had it not been for that crazy fiance of your’s. He has called thrice in the past half an hour to see if you’re up yet.” I groaned and she smiled before adding,“Hurry up, baby girl. Go take a shower and I’ll fix you a breakfast. The appointment is scheduled at half past 11.” I nodded and headed for a shower.

“Hey sweetie!” Mom chirped, kissing my cheek. “Hey Mom!” She nodded towards the dining table where she’d fixed my plate of scrambled eggs and pancakes but, eating was the last thing on my list right now. The house was flooded with all of my aunts and uncles and cousins. It was a bit too overwhelming. I washed my breakfast down with huge gulps of water, just in case, I didn’t want to pass out from bouts of hunger later in the day. When I finished, Mom hurried me back to my room where mu friends and the stylist were waiting. As soon as I stepped inside I was swept in hug from Kara, my bestfriend and my bridesmaid for tonight. It’s been exact 5 years since that incredible first date with Adrian. We were getting married today and nothing was helping me soothe my nerves. The fact that I hadn’t seen Adrian in 2 days didn’t help either.
Soon they got working on my make-up and hair. We were done after a couple of hours. There was a knock at the door and Mom peeked in,“Are you done, baby girl? Your Dad and I will like to speak to you for a moment.” I nodded and my friends excused themselves from the room. My parents stepped in, closing the door behind them. They both had tears in their eyes as they looked me over. “Look Bethany, our baby girl’s all grown up!” Dad said looking all proud as he stepped forward to hug me. Mom laughed,“Yeah, seems like just yesterday when she ran through the house, chasing Adrian for pulling her pigtails.” “Mom!” I whined. They both laughed and Dad spoke up, “Okay, okay. No whining anymore baby girl. You look beautiful. Adrian will be swooning as soon as he lays his eyes on you, I bet!” He held out a beautiful wooden box towards me, on it was engraved ‘Thomas’ in the most beautiful handwriting. I looked up at him and he urged me to open it. I gasped at what was inside. Tears pricked at my eyes. It was the most beautiful necklace I’d ever seen. Silver with diamonds. “Dad, this is beautiful!” I cried. “It’s a heirloom. It belonged to my great grand mother. Now, I’m passing it to my beautiful daughter whom I hope will keep up the tradition by passing it down to her children.” I ran over to him and hugged him and mom. “Thank you. I promise I’ll keep it safe and cherish it all my life.”

As I climbed out of the car outside the church, I felt sick with jitters. I willed myself to calm down but the butterflies in my stomach had other plans. I took a few deep breaths and composed myself before taking Dad’s hand and walking inside. As soon as I saw Adrian, all those jitters disappeared, replaced by warm bubbling happiness. He looked hot as ever in that tux of his. I couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread on my lips and he returned it with one of his own. I walked down the aisle with Dad and kissed his cheek as we reached the altar. He handed me to Adrian and went to sit on the pew with Mom and Adrian’s parents.

The Vicar started the ceremony. We exchanged rings and it was Adrian’s turn to exchange vows as he said the words I’d been dying to hear,“I, Adrian Wyman, take you, Kyla Thomas, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us apart.” I smiled while repeating,” I, Kyla Thomas, take you, Adrian Wyman, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us apart.” I heard the Vicar saying,“I now pronouce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” but Adrian was already kissing me with all of himself. Someone cleared their throat and Adrian pulled away smiling sheepishly and I blushed. We turned to see everyone clapping while our parents stood with tears in their eyes. This was perfect. All of it was. A perfect fairytale ending with no “What if’s”.

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The Hidden Letter – Part I

Prologue:

Patricia,
Vienna, 1952.

Dearly Beloved,

                                 I’m Patricia Wyman, Writing this letter, aged 19 when I write this letter. If its anytime found and read then your now a keeper of my secret. A secret that I never plan to reveal to anyone in my life time. I have fallen in love. It might sound very simple and pleasant to you and something which wont seem like a secret but unfortunately its the other way round, Its the bitter truth for me. Yes, I have met the love of my life & fallen in love but I chose to walk away from him tomorrow…
Lorenzo, the one I love, has asked me to elope with him and get married, have a life here. But I cant, Since I have a family back in London to where I head back early tomorrow, whom I can’t disappoint. He will be waiting for me near the same old tree and I will have to break his heart. I wish he finds someone who values his love more than me, I wish he one day gets the love he deserves.
For me he shall always be the one, I take back with me a lifetime of love, his memories and happily, a piece of him within me.
I have made a decision that I am sure to regret my entire life & I might lead a life thinking about two words “What If..”
Those two words have the power to haunt a person for the rest of their lives, So if you ever doubt your love and god forbidden if you ever stand stand at the very cross road as I do now, Ask yourself the same question, “What if?” think about the question and then close your eyes, If you see a face after you close your eyes then make a promise to yourself to chase than person, fight against all odds to be with that very person.
Life is Nothing without love and Love is all you live for.

Love,
Patricia.

The Hidden Letter

Adrian,
London,2012.

“Adrian Wyman, Are you even listening to what I am saying to you” Kayla Screamed and It was My cue, without second thoughts I killed the call. She has always been that way, trying to put herself and her feeling in words & I was always the one to speak less and put my feelings in actions. We knew each other virtually forever, being childhood friends but even then she is the one who seems to be the mature one while I can act like a Sarcastic teenager without much efforts.
My head has started to burst with thoughts as I looked outside the window from my grandma’s room. As a kid I had spent a lot of time there & I still do even when Its a good couple of years when she had passed away. She was a beautiful lady, kindhearted and as some would say, A woman who lived in love. The word love always brought thoughts of Kayla back to my mind, In a way she was just like gramps but a different upbeat version I have to say honestly. Things between me and Kayla were going downhill, It was months since I had seen her & Mobile calls were my only respite. That’s how relationships in modern days are, I said to myself but to be honest, given her schedule, her family Issues and Mines, In one whole year of relationship I had never managed to take her out to an official date, despite flooding her with a gift too many.
Everytime something went wrong in my life I used to remember what gramps used to say, “Surrender to the almighty, Let him hear your prayers and secrets & he will find a way for you”. Yes, Gramps had Immense faith in god. But to my curiosity as I checked her bookshelf, the only book which looked untouched was her only copy of the Bible. I wasted no time to bring the book to Gramps study table and open it. Everything was the same but why was it untouched and unused? I ran my fingers through the covers and found the surface to be uneven, So I opened the cover which protected the cardboard holding the book & between it I found a rather old handwritten letter.

I couldn’t handle my curiosity when I saw Gramp’s name on it & I spent the next hour reading and understanding the letter. I found everything I had heard about her was the utter truth, She was a woman of secrets who lived in love. She was 19 and on a Summer tour of Vienna when she fell in love with Lorenzo who was a ordinary farmers son. Gramps succumbed to the pressure of her family and to protect their name she broke her own heart and headed back to London the day Lorenzo wanted to run away with her & a year later she gave birth to her love son who is my father now. It always was to be kept a secret and I had always thought My grandfather had died soon after he had married gramp’s but it wasn’t to be the truth. Gramp’s had never married or loved someone other than Lorenzo, She just lived a life without him with his love in her heart.

The Letter spoke highly of love, She mentioned it to be the best feeling ever. In a way I felt connected to her more than I ever way, In a way I was standing at the same crossroads she once was. Kayla and Me were never going to make the distance, Yet she was the one who gave the word Love its meaning in my life. I followed to the way gramps had lead me and thought about Kayla, What if she is the one? What if I never get to be with her? What If I never get to Hold her, to see her smile, to cry a river or for the matter even fight with me. With that feeling burning inside me I closed my eye, I saw the open near the family cottage my dad had built outside the city, I felt the wind and then right there beneath a hundred brightly glowing lights, I saw her stand there. Her Radiant face was decorated by a vibrant smile that always made may day and In that very moment I knew, I had the answers to my question.

I smiled to myself and walked to a picture of Gramps in her early 20’s that hung on the wall. She had always been protective of me, always showing me the way and even today, years after she had passed away, she still managed to do that. The feeling of love that once burnt in her was born in me too & I felt the need to confess it. So I decided to sketch a plan and for the very first time Ask Kayla out for a date. The only problem was she must be fuming with anger now..

I decided to call her anyways. “What the hell do you want now?” He ferociously replied after answering my call.

I didn’t give her a second chance to hit back and I asked her “Would you like to go Out on a Date with me, Kayla?” 

The Anger in her voice had extinguished and had been replaced with surprise. I could even feel the Smile on her face.

“Get dressed in something that’s a little less beautiful than you and be ready by 8pm, I’ll Pick you Up myself.” I said and hung up. I had to get going myself to get some preparations of the big Date done on time.

To Be Continued….