What will happen if a British Soldier, the most loyal British Soldier, falls in love with the Daughter of a Freedom Fighter, a girl who have a biggest hatred towards the Britishers? How would their stories end to be?
(Based on the British Colonial...
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"I don't think I am going to return those books in a week. It may take a while for me to read them." Lieutenant informed his friend John as he sat on his chair, swinging. "They were sent on your name, they are yours Lieutenant Min." John smiled and started mixing the sugar in the tea he was preparing as he slid it towards the latter, busy in reading books.
The bell chimed, as Lieutenant's heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Walter, my book." The girl, who was overly excited from what she usually is, ran inside the library. The Lieutenant on the other hand turned around to prevent the girl from seeing his face. John was taken back with her excited, mostly she would enter with a complaint of any other britisher or to exhausted from University, but today she was as bright as sun. Her doe like eyes, blinking in anticipation. The latter smiled at the girl and headed towards the special shelf where he keeps her books usually, only to find his friend with a red face, heavy breaths. He chuckled silently as he shook his head. You are deep in love, and you don't even know it. He thought as he picked her book and kept it on the table. As he slid the register infront of her, she signed her presence. Taking the book away she turned away, only to halt her steps after taking only two or three of them. "Did you forget something Chandni?" John asked. She just turned around and smiled sheepishly. "I guess." She turned away fully and ran towards the table of John and leaned onto it. Smiling fully. "I want to ask something Mr. Walter." "It should be quick, I have so much to do." He said with pride, in a joking manner. "Then who will solve the problem of this small little girl, if Mr. Walter is busy?" She pouted and stood straight. "I'm joking, what is it? You're so smart yourself, why do you need my help." He chuckled as he sipped his tea. "Mr. Walter, have you ever fell in love?" Hearing the question, the librarian choked on his beverage. "Pardon?" "I've read romance novels, I know Radha-Krishna, Sita-Rama, Shiva-Parvati. Them and their love. Does that exist in real life as well?" She said as she sat on the chair, infront of the librarian, keeping her book on the table. "I don't understand, what do you want to say?" "You know, love stories don't have a happy ending always, Sita-Rama, Radha-Krishna, their love was not a lie, no? Goddess Parvati even had to take 108 incarnations to marry Lord Shiva and he waited all those years for her. How did they know they love each other? How does it feel to love someone?" The girl in blue saree asked eagerly. "Never have I ever been in a relationship, I don't really know." The librarian said as he kept the empty cup on the table, making, face of the drop. "Why? Do you think you love someone?" The librarian asked as he took a glance at his friend who was clutching the book tightly, in anger or in sorrow, no one knows. Whereas, the girl was taken aback with the question. "No... It's my friend, she said she is in love with my brother, Naveen. I told Naveen Da (Da= older brother) about it, he didn't say anything and just ignored my words." She said in a frustrated tone. "And what do you think?" "I think they are seeing each other behind my back." Crossing her arms, she made an annoyed face. "I think they are afraid that you'd disclose their secret to yiur parents then?" "What are you even saying Mr. Walter? Me? You know how much I hate arranged marriage, it's as if someone is buying us girl, we can't even deny if we don't like the guy if he happens to accept the marriage. On the other hand, we have to spend our whole life with stranger, love marriages are alot better, and if my own brother wants it, why won't I support him." She explained. "Overall, atleast he didn't fell in love with some Britisher." She said with a great disgust. "I'll focus on reading then." And headed towards the usual table she sits on to focus on reading. "Lemme know if you need something." John smiled at her in a warm manner as she smiled back in response. Whereas, turning his head towards his friend, rather than being drenched in anger, the latter was rather filled with disappointment. The librarian could bet on his entire life that if that was any other Indian, he wouldn't have thought twice before shooting them till death.
