08-10-2019, 10:06 PM
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 To the Only Boy I've Loved Before
One of the worst best parts of being a desi child is the fact that your parents rarely ever respect boundaries, not even once you've gotten your own place with your best friend, or have a child of your own. In fact, sometimes they insist that you give them the key - and you do, because your mother makes fantastic food and occasionally stocks the fridge for you - but you never quite expect it to backfire on you in the most spectacular way possible.
Three years ago, Amrita Sandhu had been on an undercover mission in Muggle Birmingham, where she met one Mohan Dayal while strengthening her cover as Usharani Iyer at a local pub that just happened to be doing a trivia night. One-night-stand quickly spiralled into a whirlwind romance, and when Amrita eventually returned to London, it felt as through she had left part of her soul behind.
So she began writing. She wrote letters, and then sealed them, and hid them carelessly in a desk drawer. She wrote one a week after she got home, when she felt miserable and lonely and every time she saw a couple on the street she wanted to throw up. The next ones when she realised that most scents were making her nauseous, when she found out she was pregnant, when Jasmine turned one, when Jasmine began to babble and obsessively ask WHY and she knew that it hadn't been her genes there.
There had to be at least eight letters in there - she'd really tried to save it for when the hurt was unbearable - and they were GONE. She'd asked Altair if he'd seen them, but no such luck. It was a while before she thought to ask Mummyji, who glibly responded with "I'd sent them to the post office, since you'd clearly been procrastinating."
The panic only died down after a few days, once Amrita had reassured herself that surely he'd moved house in the last few years and the letters would be sent right back to her within the next few days. Surely. Quote:
Originally Posted by Gulping Plimpy Prompt 9. Someone reads your character’s journal about their crushes or finds letters that were never meant to be sent. What happens when the secrets are found out and it feels like their life is over? Or is this the beginning of good things instead? Especially if one of those crushes just happens to drop by... --------------------- C H A R A C T E R S :: this is a closed RP; please contact laurange if you're interested in joining us! :: Amrita Sandhu ( laurange)
Mohan Dayal ( Kimothy) |