DEAR MR STRANGER 1 Chapter 1

A white light flashed from nowhere bright enough that she had to cover her eyes with sleeves of her s.h.i.+rt. She tried to peek when someone held her fist gently & the light died making everything clear. She saw no one.

Stars all around her, millions of them,a dim purplish-pink light was lightening up eveything, she felt as if she was in the middle of some galactic point. Flying as if she was some celestial body wandering in the middle of universe searching for her destiny. She looked beneath her feet and nothing was there , her heart stopped for some moments with fear , she was strangling in air all alone ,light as a feather.....or perhaps she wasn't alone.

With terror and fear of falling she started panicking and again she felt someone's grip on her wrist. But no one was there. She felt herself stranded in the air. When a bright white smoke started to emerge & she sensed a tingling effect on her fist. It burned at first but then cooled down as the smoke started to take a shape. She watched closely in amazement with her eyes wide open. She saw stardust gathering around from nowhere and mixing with the smoke. She waited & watched the whole transformation.

The smoke was now taking place of a being. A white complexion with raven colored hair, slender body half formed , long lashes with closed eyes, pointed nose and the most beautiful lips, cherry colored more red than strawberries or even cherries.

The smoke..... was a man !

His body was forming as the smoke was mixing with stardust readily. She was stunned at his half appearance and with overwhelming emotions she wanted to touch his face. Stretches her hand slowly close to his face with a pounding heart.

The tip of her finger touches his lashes and he opens his eyes all of a sudden making her terrified.

Those alluring green eyes !

She shook her head and blinks...the bright light appears again and everything fades.

Stood up and sits straight.

"Again that dream and that weird guy."

Saavi brushes her hair with fingers and ponders upon her dream which she used to have from past one year.

And that dream was like an alarm clock for her, everyday at same time right before an hour of her high school timing.

She threw herself again on the pillow with eyes closed. Maybe he's something to do with me or he's guy wanted to say something to me....perhaps someone from another world and wanna talk to me. Or some sort of magician playing with my mind by appearing in my dreams.

These silly thoughts came into her mind and she sighed. Perhaps she would never be able to find the truth of that mystery man.

She pushed her blanket aside and stood up for school.

"Not again !"

Her s.h.i.+rt was giving a stink of sweat. And was soaked into water.

"I used to have this dream daily but every time I sweat badly. Why so ?"

She questioned herself while wearing her slippers. When the door knocked with a gentle noise.

"Come in"

And a lady came middle-aged, dressed in maid's costume. With long hair bounded in a thick fine braid. A stern look though having sharp facial features. As usual she was expressionless as a robot with no feelings.

"Should I prepare your breakfast? "

She questioned with her eyes glued to the floor, carrying her duty diligently.

"Yes Martha"

Saavi replied short.

She left and the door got shut silently.

Saavi was all alone now again. In that neatly furnished room she was all alone with her thoughts, her flowing emotions and it was only her voice that could be hear in the house__most often.

The room was presenting the perfect picture of her loneliness as she had only one blinder to cover the whole window, one lamp by her side, and only one pillow on that king sized bed. Sadness was lurking by the wall paints __ash grey with a combination of black. Everything was presenting her own personality gloomy and lonely.

She breathed heavily at her surroundings & headed towards the restroom.

While brus.h.i.+ng her teeth she wondered about her life. Many thoughts and future plannings came into her mind. But there was no one to listen them.

Well dressed she stood in front of mirror.

Icey skin like snow, red lips redder than blood, gem black eyes like black diamonds sparkling, long raven hair falling to her hips. She was a beauty indeed. A beauty with no one to praise her.

She came striding down the vast staircase finely carved and painted into gold, going down in spiral she felt herself like a princess while coming down.

She walked pa.s.sing the ma.s.sive hall to the alley which opened into a great dinning hall. Her footsteps could be heard in that big house.

Decorated with expensive paintings and heavily carved dining table the hall was elegant , she sat for having her breakfast.

The white fine , thin table mat was covered with various spoons and forks of different sizes neatly arranged in front of every seating.

Martha appeared again with a dish , a Mexican taste.

"Where's father ? Haven't came back ?"

She questioned while slicing the meat. Martha still standing close by silent , replied to her master's only daughter.

"No , butler Steven was saying master will not be coming till next week"

Her tone was robotic.

Saavi shook her head and continued her eating.

She wasn't allowed to talk much to servants. And they're forbidden too.

Martha left to the kitchen and she was alone again eating all by herself.

As her father, a successful businessman was always busy and on tours to abroad. Maybe he forgot that he do have a daughter at home looking forward to fatherly affection !

Saavi swallowed every bite as she swallowed every thought of her father. Satisfying her heart she placed the leftover food on the table aside, put her bag on right shoulder a long strap that was coming down to her hips like her hair.

She rushed outside pa.s.sing through the lounge opening into a ventilated alley and then to the main gateway.

Emotions overcame her heart when she looked at the bicycle which she use to ride to school. Finely colored in black with the seat high and comfortable,  a bell on the right handle with breaks on both sides.

She felt herself wandering in the memories of childhood where her late mother taught her how to ride the cycle. She felt grieved but then shook her head as many things were waiting for her.

She firmly gripped the handles put her bag on both shoulder that it landed on her back, tied her long hair tail into a bun and drove away.

The climate was moderate but she could feel water dripping from her forehead in beads, her heart was racing fast BA DHUMP !

Riding a bicycle is also a strenuous exercise. She kept her lips a little open in order for a mouthful air.

Riding through a vast garden, she pa.s.sed the bridge which was a gateway between the city area and her elite residential housing. Landed into the city area, the pathway was uneven that she almost stumbled , every street was crowded , hustle bustle was everywhere. She felt a relief for having so many people around her. Riding smooth she pa.s.sed through a food street, despite having breakfast her mouth became watery as the sweet smell of cakes & other bakery items reached her nose and filled her heart with pleasure. She inhaled it to the inner core but then got interrupted by the screeching voice of a woman.

" How dare you to steal this piece. "

The woman was shouting at a child by grabbing his fist who was perhaps stealing a piece of cake and was hungry. His long gown was tattered from various places and he was weeping with his head lowered.

Saavi quickly raced from there and rode to the street leading the school.

It was a straight lane with a lot bookstores, various genres , historical, theoretical, business, cla.s.sical, music and art, philosophy, psychology , sciences and technology and much more.

Saavi used to gazed upon every board hung above the shop. As usual she was reading the board and watching the students going in and out of the shops, with books in their....some were there for sale, some wanted to buy new, some were just there for reading magazines.

She slowed down and was wondering at the small shop in the corner which was empty. It had a strange aura, unique styled board with nothing written on it , antique decorated art outside the door.

Suddenly a cat came in front of her cycle with a loud  "MEOW" .

Saavi clenched her hands on breaks, closed her eyes in fear and.....

The cycle stopped. She felt her heart pounding fast. Tears were about to fall off her eyes, she felt bad at hurting an animal. But then she heard another "MEOW" and opened her eyes instantly.

The cat was sitting in front of her cycle, licking her front paw. She hurriedly got off her cycle and rushed to the cat. Picked it up, white as ice with soft fur as if was wool. The cat looked up into her eyes and__

Those alluring green eyes !

She felt a shudder with fear and the cat jumped off breaking free from her hands and rushed into that strange shop.

Saavi felt her legs trembling at first she fell down. But then grabbed her cycle and drove away as fast as she could.

She could hear her heart beating in ears !

With trembling hands she parked her cycle, and ran towards the cla.s.sroom. Her long tail opened on it's own by jerks while running throughout the vast parking area of school , pa.s.sing the playarea probably a garden. Her shoulders couldn't felt the pain of heavy bag as her heart was drenched in fear !

Running through the corridor she b.u.mped into a girl who fell and dropped her notes. Saavi overlooked her with fear in her eyes and accidentally stepped on the girl's notes & rushed into her cla.s.s.

"These spoiled brats of rich"

The girl murmured in anger.

Standing at the doorsteps of cla.s.s she was giving a horrendous vibe to others.

"What happened to her ?"

One whispered to other.

"Maybe she's seen a ghost"

A boy whispered to those two girls.

Saavi entered the cla.s.s trembling, lowered her head and pa.s.sing through the right lane of tables she went at the back of cla.s.s to the cornered seat, close to the window. She dropped her bag on the floor and landed her head in table.

"Maybe we should ask her"

Gabrielle whispered again to her friend kate.

"Oh she's so strange that no one talks to her, why would you ?"

Michael raised his eyebrow and inquired.

"Maybe she needs help at least we should ask her after all she's our cla.s.smate "

Gabrielle insisted.

"Like she's gonna tell you. She's arrogant & proud. You'll only get insulted by her"

Michael now had stern  expressions.

Gabrielle turned her face forward as she really don't wanna get insulted. It was true though neither saavi talked to anyone at school. Nor any other cla.s.smate dared to talk to her. She had an influential background though other students belong to elite society too.