After meeting my best friend, my day forwarded as naturally as it always did. I took the same bus I naturally took, came back to the same empty 2BHK apartment as I naturally did, and had a quick dinner as I naturally did.
Shouldn't it be natural for me to come home after a long day of work and be welcomed by my family, eat dinner with all of them play with my brother' kids? But it really wasn't, because my blood relations and I turned our backs to each other nine years ago.
To be honest, I missed them but what I had was never really similar to what Crystal has. She was loved and needed. I was not.
Being from an orthodox family, life wasn't easy and though there was a need to prove myself, there was no one to acknowledge that.
The affection given to my brothers and me was not the same, nor were the opportunities but our responsibilities were different. Because I'm a girl, naturally my responsibility was to marry early, give birth to a pure blooded alpha wolf and always listen to my chosen mate and his family.
Crystal always swoons over the fact that we werewolves have mates, but I don't see it any differently from the human marriages. They are all the same to me. But my parents had it differently.
My parents are soul mates, lucky enough to find each other within time. The love they had, it still makes me wonder why people settle with chosen mates, but then rationalality kicks in.
However, today there are very less soul mated couples, and no one really settles for a soul mate anymore. It was becoming more and more difficult finding a soul mate within an appropriate time.
Previously, any wolf was able to catch the scent of their mate if the female wolf has gone through menstruation at least once.
However, this also changed. Because of the increasing number of population, globalization and the inter mixing of various harmful chemicals present in the air with the werewolf genes, it became difficult for mates to catch the scent of their soul mates.
As more and more wolves started choosing their mates a law was finally passed to allow wolves to officially be with whomever they want.
A lot of wolves have chosen mates these days. In the ancient world, soul mates were a sacred thing, a gift of the moon goddess given to every wolf but today, no one has the patience to wait for one to turn up and polygamy, is not a practice followed today in our society.
So, naturally my fahir and fruas fixed a marriage for me, with a person who could benefit -not me- but my family, as well as go well with their ideology. He had the same ideology as my parents, one that could surely suffocate me to a life full of misery and discrimination.
Throughout my growing age I yearned for the love my parents showered onto my fruas, my modre did the same as my fahir, never thinking that I am their child too and I needed the same amount of love and respect too.
When I was nineteen, I decided that I will not let others decide what my life will be. I will be, what I want to be, no matter what it takes. I decided to run away from my wedding because my parents won't call it off.
No matter how much I cried or begged. But, it was to no avail. There were tears and beatings too, but I didn't bend.
It was tough and it was scary. Werewolves are good at tracking and my fruas were the best at it. Escaping the best tracking wolves wasn't easy at all.
It took great amount of planning and getting over my limits and fears. But it let it become a hindrance, instead I let them go and let myself breathe.
After that, there was no going back. With my hard-work and dedication I got selected in the most prestigious coed universities.
I was living a life that I made for myself. And while I lived away from them and their boundaries, I saw a whole new world. I realized that how important and rich our diversity is. It made me realize what acceptance is. And I accepted and lived with it.
Bringing myself out of that pity ride, over the lost love of my family, I lightly slapped both my cheeks and chugged down a whole glass of water.
Having an instant craving for something sweet and cold, I headed to the nearest ice cream parlor, already imagining the taste of my favorite ice cream - coffee tub which is made from healthy and organic coffee and walnuts.
Just thinking about the sweet ice cream and crunchy walnuts had me in my best mood ever. While walking in my happy bubble I collided headfirst in a hard chest. The impact making me stumble back and lose my footing.
Strong warm hands steadied me before I could fall.
His warmth was so strong, strong enough to seep through my clothing and burn the skin below. Through my formal black shirt, I could feel the goose-bumps all over my arms.
I sucked in a breath when my eyes landed on the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
His face was totally my type but the most beautiful aspect of his face was his coffee orbs.
Phoenix shaped eyes encased orbs that resembled melted honey coffee.
Strangely,
In the glow of that melted honey coffee I could feel myself melting too.
His moons were like a bright sun and mine could help but edge a little more closer.
A slight movement from his side shook me from the trance he created, and a smug expression came over his face.
Embarrassed, I distanced myself and mumbled a quick sorry and thank you.
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Yours,
Ver.