I MARRIED A STRANGER BY Falguni (prologue)

HI everyone.. I m Falguni.. Till today i m a reader.. but today I also want to write one ff.. Don’t know u all like it or not.. ( fingers crossed) n start with the prologue..

I Married a stranger

She is standing near the mirror, obseving herself..
Most probably every girl is waiting for this day.. but she is not ready for it yet.. not so soon.. She is the bride of the day.. yes she is a bride..

She is wearing Red lahenga with in it silver embrodery.. n Blue Dupatta.. In her head one more Dupatta is there with light designs but it’s border is stichhed with pearl.. and She is wearing matching Jewellery..

Her beautiful face is looking more graceful and attractive in this full moon night..

Suddenly she remind something and sat on the bed.. Then she looked at the room.. this room is simple yet so elegant.. everything is took in it’s place.. and everything is looking perfect in its own place.. but the room is decorated with rose petals.. and in the bed a Heart shaped petals is there..

Naturally every girl wants this type of life.. But she is diffrent.. Different from other girls..

She is feeling terrified, and nervous also.. She don’t know what to do..? She looked around n find her cuitcase.. and take her diary n open it.. her diary.. yes it is her best friend.. she share everything with her diary.. Sorrow, Joy, Pain, Fear, Enjoyment.. everything in her heart she share it with her friend diary..

She took a Pen and wrote in it “I MARRIED A STRANGER” and then hide it under the pillow.. She was shivering..

“What do I do..?” she questioned herself..

“Do I tell Him to wait for a few days..?? But what if its make him Angry..?”

And Then she heard some footsteps.. And she came back on reality.. She quickly sat herself on the bed.

N she heard sound of opening the door.. And her heart beating like drum. She is breathing heavily. She looked Down like any typical Indian girl do at that time and try to herself Calm.. But all go in vain.. She saw him stopping at the door though she wasn’t looking at him.

“Swara..”, He said.

So friends.. Here is the story begin..

I don’t know much English.. but i tried to write this.. so please pardon me for my English n Grammer mistakes also..
n tell me ur view on this small prologue..