The night sky hovered over the country of Anarley. The twilight was decorated with stars that showed brightly above the Anarley sky. It was the eve before the celebration of the 50th Independence day in the isolated island. The President was hovering over the Parliament building, peering down through the terrace impatiently. Near the parliament building the shore was sumptuously decorated with white Anarley flags illustrating the A in grand golden flourish.
Everyone was aptly dressed for the occasion and some were even over dressed. The President once again leaned against the terrace wall and looked down anxiously. And then the carriage arrived. The carriage was navy blue in colour and had golden border. It was loftily decorated as the carriage belonged to one of the most important person in the Government of Anarley.
From inside a blonde man stepped out. He was pale white in complexion and had alluring looks. But he wasn’t the only occupant of the carriage. Then from inside stepped a beautiful brunette wearing a red strapless gown. She had the perfect looks and perfect body to flaunt but she wasn’t flaunting it. Her fair skin had a shine and rare redness which was missing in the pale skin blonde. What caught the President’s attention was not the attractive girl but the fragile neck piece which she wore around her nape. It only contained a white pearl which delicately hung around her neck with the support of transparent strings.
The duo walked straight to the shore and climbed the ship. The ship was an example of grandeur and splendour. It was decorates with lights and flowers. The ship was ready to celebrate fifty years of Independence in Anarley. And at the top, the flag of Anarley rejoiced in the wind with pride.
Shzara adjusted her red gown as soon as she stepped on the deck. All turned and eyed her, some with awe, some with jealousy. She ignored them and walked away and stood at the empty and silent deck’s railing. She thought to herself that she is back to where she belongs, away from the crowd, from those stares and that senseless chatter. Shzara was an orphan and lived with her uncle Klein Drinian. Klein Drinian had always acted twice his age. He was just seven years elder to Shzara and he was her uncle and on the top he always treated her like a daughter. He was also a widow as he lost his wife and son during his son’s birth. Heartbroken by the circumstance, he gave up everything only to concentrate on work and Shzara in his life. His personality has always been of a saint and his looks like those fairytales novel’s hero. Every other woman fantasized him but he had turned a blind eye towards them.
Shzara was never under the influence of a woman in her young age and she was always surrounded by the Government bureaucrats. And sometimes she companied her uncle to the military stations. As a result, she was never interested in the kitty parties or some other mindless gathering of women of her age. She never had any girlfriends or any other friends except for one- Darius. Now with this Independence day passing she knew our home will be crowded with suitors all over Anarley and she will be tied down for forever with some haughty Lord. She was already frustrated and wanted to break free and scream. And her uncle was no help against these rules of society which said that as soon as a girl reached twenty marry her off. She wanted freedom and there was no way out. She prayed to the skies above her for a miracle which would change her life for good.(contd.)
