I Dreamed of Love

3. Snegurochka She Was

UNKNOWN’S POV:

The window was fogged and I kept looking through trying to find some blurry snippets of memory in the shady cracks that the fog left. I sighed as I adjusted myself on my seat as I tried to soothe the chaos in my mind. It has been as it is for years. For years I have been restless and in agony. I wonder whether there was someone around to soothe everything away and bring a little joy to my disrupted life.

As I peeked through the cracks again, I found myself above the land of snow. It was the land of winter son and it did bring a smile to my face seeing myself approach it again.

When was the last time I came here? I tried to rekindle the memories of old times and then I did remember. I was ten when I was here the last time and now I was twenty-five. Fifteen years to the last time I was here.

The goodbye was not a very memorable thing and so I did remember and with that, I remember the detached house in the deep woods. The house where the memories of the one sneaking and peeking through the logged walls were encapsulated. “Snegurochka,” I mumbled as I felt the familiarity of something important brought a smile to my face. Snegurochka is a snow maiden in Russian and I called her that. She was indeed that and more than that. Beauty that lasts forever and the eyes that mesmerize for eternity. I know she might not be there anymore but what if she was?

I remember her being there, waiting for me with a smile so pure on her enchanting face. I remember her laugh on my accent which was not so odd but for her maybe it was. As she was the daughter of the land of beasts and I was there as a visitor from the west.

Memory lane was a pleasurable track for me until someone nudged me back to reality “We are here, Sir,” 

I looked up to find Archer there. I nodded as I came to know that we had already landed. I followed him out of the plane and as soon as the door slid to a side, a wild rush of wind slapped me and I, being a man, still shuddered with the frostiness it held inside it. I trod down the stairs as I heard Archer say “My Sir, Wear this blazer. It’s cold outside,” and I turned as I replied “Let this cold remind of me things I have long forgotten. This is not needed right now maybe a while later,” 

As soon as we got out we got into our cars and sped our way to the small town that had my precious treasure. Hours went by, passing through the streets, gazing at the crowds of Russia, and then at last a while later everything was left behind as we entered through a trodden path to my detached house or our winter house.

I remember when I was little we used to come here every winter. Even though London was cold enough, the winter here in Russia was different. It was blissful. My mother had her roots here and every year she brought us here to see the bloom of Russia in winter. She told me stories and my father used to smile sitting across the fire, reading a newspaper. The bond weekend when she died and after her death, we never came to her. It became a source of utter devastation for me and my father to come to this place where every nook and every corner reminded us of her. Not only it broke my only link to my maternal roots but also broke my connection to the one waiting for me on the ramp steps. The day a blizzard invaded the walls and windows of the detached house, was the day I said goodbye to this place and to her too.

As soon as I gazed out of the memories of my life in a reel, I gazed out to find us entering the gate of our detached house. It was beautiful as ever and maybe because of Bogdan Volkov. The man who took care of this house all those years was now gone. I loved that man and we talked a few times after I was gone and now his death was what brought me here.

As soon as the car halted in front of the Log studded house, I remembered every tiny detail attached to this house. “Don't be upset, Sir. We are not here for long,” I heard Archer say. I tried to hide the gloominess as I said “This is not a house, Archer. This is the only living memory of my mother. This is my identity. I just forgot myself as I forgot this place,”

Archer patted me as he replied “Memories live within you my son. Houses don't hold them. You just submerged them deep and now they are just resurfacing. It shall pass,” and I nodded as I trod up.

As soon as I trod up a man all so bulky, maybe in his mid-twenties made his way to us.

He smiled as he flustered said “Come inside. I forgot you must be tired. I will ask Ashk to arrange for tea, my lord,” 

I took a step and then I halted at the name. It sounded familiar. I gazetted back at him as ripples emerged on my forehead trying to remember the name and then I asked “Who is she?”

He gazed back and forth at me and Archer and then replied “She is the daughter of the housekeeper, Sir. She just lives near. She is the one who takes care of this house with her father and now when he is no more, all the responsibility is on her shoulder,” 

My mind clicked and I remembered “Snegurochka,”. I might be wrong for what I was thinking but she was the one. Before my mind could put a reign on what’s going on the boy continued “She is my fiance. That’s why I am here to help,”

I gazed at him and the smile on the corner of my lips faded. The one thing I feared had come true. She was not mine anymore. The snow maiden was gone.

*******NOTE****************

Sorry Guys for not writing for so long. But the thing is I had so many matters at hand that I couldn't even focus on myself for these few months. My job got tougher and tougher and now I have decided to quit it. Quitting a job that pays well is very difficult but I am doing it now as my mental health is disturbed to a level that I couldn't even write despite having a clear vision of what I was going to write.

Now I am going to complete this story and I want your full support. I want you to read and comment on whatever you want. I do want to communicate with my readers and I will reply to anything you will ask. As soon as this ends I am midway through writing I belong to my bully sequel. But read this story to find more about Elijah and Mia