Dodge The Douchebag

‘Holy Moly!’ My mouth falls open as soon as we pass the dim, stinky back corridor that opens in an adjacent hall. The hall resembles…well a hall. What else would an open space with lounges, big portraits of grinning wolves, stupid vases and glass windows look like?

It’s your regular waiting lounge irrespective of the location and it kicks me pathetically back in nostalgia.

‘I miss my castle so much.’ Ella pouts.

‘I miss it too, Sweety. Those yellow and red roses. Those flower beds, our study, the painting room, the soft fluffy bed, our living room with those special lights that we especially imported from Vampan, and the closet. My clothes!’ I miss all of it. I had modified every corner of My Manor myself. From the colour on the walls to the hangers, pictures, and crockeries—I chose every single one of them myself. It was my special place. My kingdom where I had absolute control over my life.

‘Ahan.’ I signed. ‘I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get back to that place.’

‘Alright, b