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The Green Dress
Kensington Palace Gardens
The dress was a problem.
The thing hung on the bathroom doorframe. It was emerald green. It shimmered under the harsh vanity lights. The bathroom doorframe thing looked really slippery. It looked like something that's poisonous that you would find in a rainforest. The emerald green thing was very shiny.
Esha was standing in the middle of the room. All she had on was her underwear. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest. Esha was feeling very cold. The thermostat, on the wall said the temperature was seventy-two degrees but to Esha it felt like it was freezing in that room.
The room really smelled bad. The smell in the room was disgusting. It was like something was rotten, in the room. The room smelled disgusting.
Lilies were everywhere. Zaviyar had filled the suite with lilies. These were not any lilies they were big and white and shaped like trumpets. They were leaking pollen all over the mahogany tables. The smell of lilies was really strong. It was a waxy smell. This smell was coating the back of her throat. It tasted bad like sugar that is no longer good.
The air was filled with a scent that reminded me of a funeral. It really smelled like a funeral.
Her mother's funeral, specifically. That same suffocating, sweet rot.
She looked at the vase that was near the window. Did he do this on purpose? The vase was really bothering her. She thought about it. Wondered if he read her file. He might have seen the notes about the service in her file. Maybe he decided to mess with her head because of what he read in her file about the service. The whole thing, with the vase was weird. It made her think that he was trying to mess with her head on purpose.
No that was not right. He was just thinking about the money. White lilies are really expensive to him they were a nice choice. He did not realize that the white lilies were making her dressing room feel like a place where people go to say goodbye to someone who has passed away. The white lilies were turning her dressing room into a room that felt sad and quiet, like a morgue.
She picked up the dress. It felt really cold. The dress was made of silk. It was ice-cold to touch. She put her legs into the dress. The dress went up her legs. It was very tight. It got stuck on her hips. She had to reach behind her to find the zipper on the dress. The zipper did not work properly. It got stuck. She pulled the zipper on the dress hard. The zipper, on the dress closed with a hissing sound.
She looked in the mirror. What she saw was herself staring back. The mirror showed her the way she really looked. She looked at her face in the mirror.
The dress did not cover her body. It framed her body instead. The dress had no back all. The front of the dress dipped way too low. The slit on the leg of the dress went all the way up, to her hip bone. Wearing the dress felt like a dare to her. The dress was the kind of dress that made her feel like she was taking a risk by wearing it. The dress was really the problem.
She sat down on the bench to put on her Black Louboutins. These Black Louboutins had really cool soles. She quickly shoved her feet into the Black Louboutins.
Pain. Immediately.
The shoe was really tight, on her toes it crushed her knuckles. The part that goes across the foot the arch was cramped. Wearing these shoes felt like she was binding her feet the shoes felt like they were squeezing her feet.
Good.
The pain was really bad. If her feet were hurting she could not think about the fact that she was going to tell a lie to her cousins face. She could only think about the blisters that were forming on her pinky toes. The pain, from her feet was all she could think about when she had to lie to her cousin.
She walked over to the vanity. Her hand was really shaking. She picked up a tube of plum lipstick and put it on her mouth. She looked like someone had hit her. The dark plum lipstick made her eyes look really dark. Her lips were dark. Her skin was very pale. The dark eyes and dark lips were a contrast, to her pale skin.
Knock. Knock.
Two hits. Hard.
The door was open she said. Her voice sounded really thin.
Zaviyar walked into the room.
The room suddenly felt really tiny. He had on this black velvet thing. It was a tuxedo jacket. It was so dark it seemed to swallow all the light. His shirt was white. It really stood out in the dark room. The room was dark. His shirt was very white. His bowtie was not done up it was hanging down loose, around his neck. He was wearing a velvet tuxedo jacket and it looked very fancy.
The man stopped. The man did not say hello. The man just looked at the people, around him. The man just kept looking.
He looked at her like she was something he might want to buy. He checked out her shoes. Then he looked at the slit in her dress. He also noticed her neck. He really looked at every part of her like the dress and the shoes. He seemed to be thinking about something.
The man said "Adequate". The mans voice was really rough. It sounded like gravel.
"I want to be good enough " Esha said. She turned around to look in the mirror again. Esha could not look at him.
The dress is a problem he said, walking to me. Do not move quickly. I do not like it when something unexpected happens that I did not think of beforehand. The dress is really a hazard.
I will not breathe.
The man stopped behind her chair. Then he pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. He was holding the black velvet box in his hand now. The black velvet box looked really fancy.
"Stand up."
Esha stood up. Then she turned around. The man was standing close, to her. The man smelled like rain and starch and expensive scotch.
The man opened the box. He wanted to see what was inside the box. The box was really old and dusty. He was curious, about the box. What it had inside.
I saw these diamonds. They were, in a choker. The diamonds were big. The stones were cold. They were set in platinum. The diamonds glittered under the lights. The diamonds looked really nice when they glittered.
Esha said "I do not want to wear that". She took a step back. "It is too fancy. I am an employee, at this place Zaviyar. Not a showgirl. I am supposed to be an employee, Zaviyar and I do not think this is something an employee should wear."
Tonight you are not an employee. He took the necklace out of wherever it was. You are something that will make people talk. Now turn around so I can put this necklace on you.
Esha hesitated. The sound of her heartbeat was really loud. It was beating hard that she thought the person in front of her could actually see it moving under her silk clothes. Thump. Thump. Eshas heartbeat was going fast.
The woman turned around. Then she gave the man her back. She just turned her back, on the man.
The metal touched her throat. It was really cold. She pulled back because it scared her. The metal was still touching her throat.
Then his fingers touched her skin. They were warm and dry. His fingers brushed the back of her neck. He was having trouble with the clasp. It was taking him a time. The thing is, he was taking his time on purpose, with the clasp of her necklace. His fingers were still touching the back of her neck.
He was standing behind her. The woman could feel the heat that was coming off the mans chest. She felt this heat from the man. It was making her feel weird. The heat coming off the mans chest was really strong.
Click.
The necklace broke and the two ends came together with a click it was shut now.
He did not move away from her. His hands came to rest on her shoulders. They felt heavy. His thumbs pressed into the muscle. It was not a gentle touch. He was not trying to comfort her. The man was actually holding her in place not letting her go. His hands on her shoulders were, like a grip keeping her from moving. He was holding her down the man was.
She looked at her face, in the mirror and said very quietly "Why". She was talking to the mirror. She asked "Why did I pick this dress". Then she said "Why did I wear these diamonds".
"We are going into a room with a lot of people " Zaviyar said. His eyes looked into hers in the mirror. They were black. Seemed to have no end. "The Roys will be there. Arjun will be there. The Roys are people who look for weaknesses Anya. I need them to know that you are with me that you belong to me. If The Roys think you are mine they will not hurt you because they will know that you are, under my protection and The Roys will not bother you if they think you belong to me."
Mine.
The word just hung there in the air. It was a greasy word. The word itself was greasy.
Anger was building up inside of her. She felt like hitting him hard. The diamonds that he gave her were making her so angry that she wanted to take them off and throw them at his face. She was really mad, at him and the diamonds. The diamonds were just making her think about how much she wanted to yell at him.
She looked at him. Said "What if I do not want to belong to you?"
Zaviyar leaned down. He put his mouth close, to her ear.
He said to me in a quiet voice "You signed the paper. You took the money. You took the keycard." He made it very clear that until this war is over I belong to him. He wants all of my time. He wants my loyalty. He even wants to be in control of my life my neck, everything about the keycard and the money and the paper it all comes back, to him the war, the keycard, the money and the paper.
The man let go of everything. He just let go.
He stepped back. The cold air rushed in around him. The cold was really biting now that he stepped back.
The man said "Let us go". He started buttoning his jacket. The car is waiting for us. I really hate the car waiting.
Esha picked up her clutch. She held it tight until her knuckles turned white. Esha walked out of the room. The smell of lilies stayed behind Esha.
The car was a hearse.
The car was a Mercedes Maybach. To me it felt like I was inside a coffin. The seats were covered in leather and the windows were tinted so you could not see out. It was really silent, in the Mercedes Maybach.
The man and the woman sat on sides of the back seat. There was a foot of space between the man and the woman. The space between the man and the woman felt like a mile, to the man and the woman.
It was a bad day outside, in London. The city was getting totally soaked. Water was hitting the window making a lot of noise. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound was so annoying it just would not stop. London was really taking a beating from all this rain.
Esha looked out. What she saw was pretty sad. There were streaks of taillights everywhere. The black pavement was all wet. People were walking under umbrellas trying to stay dry. These people looked really miserable.. Esha envied the people. The people were going home to watch TV and relax. The people were not imposters they were normal people living their lives.
The car was really quiet. It was so quiet that it felt weird. The silence in the car was hurting her ears. It was like the quiet was squeezing her ears. It felt bad. The silence, in the car was a feeling.
The woman said "The Roys".
Zaviyar did not look up from his phone. The blue light from the phone made Zaviyar look like a skull. "What, about them?"
I want to know the story. The actual story of this thing. Not some speech that a company would give. If I am wearing this collar I want to understand why I am wearing the collar. I have the right to know the history of the collar.
Zaviyar let out a sigh. It was a tired sound. He rubbed his eyes. For a moment Zaviyar just looked like a guy who was completely fed up with fighting.
What is it to you that you are even bothering to ask? Why do you care about this in the place? You are taking the time to ask so you must care about the answer, to this question. Why do you care much?
Esha said "I am going to be, in a lot of trouble. I want to know who is going to be doing the shooting."
Zaviyar looked out the window. He saw what was going on outside. The world was. Zaviyar was just standing there looking at it all through the window. Zaviyar thought about what he was seeing. He kept looking out the window.
My grandfather was a farmer he said in a voice. He lived in Punjab. This was before the Partition happened. My grandfather grew cotton on his farm. He was a soft person. My grandfather really liked poetry.
Esha did not say a word. She was very familiar with this story.. At least she was familiar, with the way Roy told it. The Khans were people her father always said that. They took the cows that did not belong to them. The Khans were thieves her father would say. Esha knew the story of the Khans and what they did to the cows.
"Your family, the Roy family Vikram Roy is the head of the Roy family his father was a man who owned a lot of land " Zaviyar said. His voice became very serious. "The Roy family was very rich and powerful they had connections with people, in the British government the Roy family had a lot of influence."
The man said that when they drew the borders in 1947 it was really bad. There were trains that were full of bodies. The air was also full of smoke everywhere.
"I know the stories " Esha whispered. Every single kid knew the stories about things that go bump, in the night. We all drank in these stories with our morning milk. They stayed with us forever. The stories were a part of our lives and we heard them so often that they became a part of who we were.
"My grandfather had these papers " Zaviyar said. His hand curled into a fist on his knee. "He had papers that showed he owned some land. My grandfather also had some gold that was sewn into his coat. He was trying to get to the train. The Roys stopped my grandfather. They took advantage of the situation when everyone was scared. The Roys took the papers from my grandfather. The Roys also took his coat with the family gold, in it.
He turned to look at the woman. The mans eyes were really burning when he looked at the woman.
The Roys walked into this place like they owned it he said. They took our money. Used it to make their first boats. My family came over with nothing we were really poor. We had to start from scratch from the ground up. We built everything from the dirt and mud that was here. The Roys built their ships but my family built our life from nothing from the dirt and mud and we suffered a lot for it.
The man leaned forward.
"I will not let them take it back " he said in a tone. "I will not let Arjun Roy, a kid who has always had things easy take what I have worked hard to build. I would rather see this city go up in flames first. I do not want Arjun Roy to have what is mine. I will fight to keep what I have. I will not let Arjun Roy take it from me."
Esha looked at him. She really looked at him I mean she took a look, at him at the way he was standing there and Esha could not help but look at him some more.
The man was telling the truth. He was not lying. The man was being honest.
The man actually thought this was true. He was totally convinced that he was the victim, in all of this. The victim that is what he believed he was.
The thought of it made her stomach turn. Her father said that the Khans took things from the Roy estate that did not belong to them. On the hand Zaviyar said that the Roys took things from the Khan estate that were not theirs to take. The Khans and the Roys were having a disagreement about this. Her father was very upset with the Khans and Zaviyar was very upset with the Roys. The whole situation, with the Khans and the Roys was very confusing.
It is possible that they were both not telling the truth.. It is possible that the truth was destroyed in a fire that happened eighty years ago. The truth may not be important anymore. The hate that people have for each other may be the thing that is still real about the situation, with the hate being the main thing that people remember and the hate being what is still affecting people today with the hate being a powerful feeling that is hard to forget.
The car slowed down. The sound of gravel crunching under the car tires was really loud. The car tires kept moving on the gravel.
The driver said "We are here."
Esha looked out of the window to see what was happening outside. The window was something Esha looked out of every day. Esha would look out the window. Think about things.
Panic.
The scene was chaos it looked like a riot. There were hundreds of photographers all crowded together pressed up against the barriers. The flashes on their cameras were going off like explosions one, after another it was really something. The photographers were all there to get a shot of something and they were not going to let anything get in their way the flashes just kept going off.
"Ready?" Zaviyar asked. Zaviyars hand was hovering over the door handle.
"No " Esha said. "I think Food is not agreeing with me and I am going to throw up."
That is good. He took her hand in his. He held it really tight. The rings were digging into her fingers. He said "Pain helps you think clearly. Being scared makes you think faster. Use that feeling of fear, to your advantage use the pain."
The door opened.
The noise hit the people like a slap, in the face. There was a lot of screaming going on. You could also hear shutters clicking over the place.
Zaviyar stepped out. He took her hand. Pulled Zaviyar took her with him. Then Zaviyar put his arm around her. Zaviyar held her tightly to his side. His arm felt like an iron bar, around her waist.
Esha walked the carpet. She was blind. All the camera flashes wiped out Eshas vision completely. The red carpet was really overwhelming, for Esha.
The woman saw the man. She looked at the man. Then she saw him. The man was standing there. The woman saw him.
Top of the stairs. Holding a glass of champagne. Laughing.
Arjun is her cousin. He is the boy who taught her how to ride a bike. Arjun is also the boy who held her hand at her moms funeral when she could not stop crying.
Esha just froze. She could not move her feet because they felt stuck, to the carpet. The air went out of Eshas lungs.
Zaviyar felt something. He leaned down close to her. His lips touched her ear gently. When the cameras saw this it seemed like Zaviyar was whispering things to her like people do when they are, in love.
Smile Anya he told her in a voice. Show them your teeth, Anya. Do not look weak Anya. If you look weak the people will take advantage of you Anya. They will be very mean, to you Anya.
Esha felt the bitterness rise up in her throat. She had to push it back down. She made herself move her face into a smile. Esha smiled. It felt like Eshas face was going to break into a million pieces.
She squeezed Zaviyars hand really hard.
The woman said quietly "Let us go".
She let him lead her up the stairs. He took her straight to where her family was.
She was the lion in the skin of a lamb. She was walking into the slaughterhouse. And she didn't know if she was the butcher, or the meat.