Fictional Friday -1

There she was in all her glory, making sure to make a statement without a single word out of her mouth. There she was in red flowy gown, fitting flawlessly to her body, hugging all the curves perfectly, revealing tiniest part of her beauty to the eyes and enough to people’s imagination, making her look like the epitome of Love itself, with glistening pure brown eyes, piercing everyone’s gaze, a red lipstick adding more beauty if it’s even possible, making her look bolder and stronger than every man that’s present there. And a beautiful mask with shimmering pearls and feathers adding glamour to it, covering her pretty face, looking as beautiful as clouds covering the moon. The wind flows at perfect timing passing through her silky brown hairs as if they knew it was their turn to make this moment enchanting. The moment she enters all eyes turned towards her. Murmuring started of who she is, how glorious she is, and questions whose answer she was going to give them in few minutes. And she knew, she knew all praised her, and some being jealous but she could care less. She was there for one thing only and nothing can take her mind of that goal.

She walked like a goddess with grace and confidence. As she was walking forward, eyes followed her. Everyone was eager to know her. They forgot why they have gathered that evening. They forgot about the love story the whole town was talking for about quite a few weeks, not about the book only, but also about how no one was aware who had written the book. 

The people were not accustomed to reading such kinds of books that have such a strong feminine touch. They were wondering, how come a man is so feminine and know exactly how would women feel at moments. And then there she announced herself as the host of the unveiling party, and as the author of the book that everyone went gaga over. And when she disclosed, there was a pin drop silence, no one ever expected the author to be so young and beautiful and most importantly a woman. The book depicted the perfect image of her, as it was filled with desires, with love, with a strong feminine aura, just like her.

It was considered to be sin for women to be so outspoken, to talk about love and their desires so openly, and yet here she was. After a moment of silence, she was asked by someone there to remove the mask, to which she had formed a cocky smile and said there are many wonders to unveil in the coming time.