Alexander-

I wanted to do something. I desperately wanted to. I couldn't be just sitting in this ship compartment, leaving her after she had said those words to me.

I love you, she had mouthed. It was too surreal for me to believe her. But I knew she was saying the truth. The tears were dripping down her face and it felt like an intense agony had been thrown onto her and all I wanted to do was embrace her, telling her that everything was going to be okay.

But it was not okay.

My father and mother were talking to each other in hushed voices. Matthew and Jordan sat silently beside me, with Matt staring at the ceiling and Jordan in deep thought.

My body felt antsy.

I got up suddenly and walked towards my father. I knew he wouldn't want to talk to me, but I needed to try one last time to convince him to let me stay.

"Father, can we please talk?" His hooded eyes shifted towards me. They were blank. I knew that this man didn't feel any remorse for doing this to me.

"Son, what is there left to talk?" He said in a sarcastic manner, one that urged me to remind myself that he was my father.

I shut my eyes tightly. "Please."

Bowing down towards my father was not something I was proud of doing. But this was my last chance.

My father raised a bushy eyebrow then urged for me to follow him. We stood in the hallway of the many ship compartments.

"Father, please let me stay. Please. This is the last thing I will ask of you." I said to him. Or more like begged him.

His green eyes flashed with something chilling. He then came forward and grabbed my by my collars. "Do you realize what you did yesterday? You ruined my reputation in from of everyone!"

I swallowed my pride and said the next words, "I will apologize to everyone, publicly."

He pushed me and said, "Oh no Son, you've done too much already."

I closed my eyes and breathed in. It was hard to, for all I was seeing was red. Yet in a calm voice I said, "Father, for once just act like a real father and not a council member of the British who needed everything in control, everything in his hands."

My father huffed loudly and let out a laugh, "I don't act like a father? All the riches I give you and this is how you repay me?"

I couldn't take it anymore, "Riches? Is that all a son needs drom his father?! There's a feeling called love and a feeling called care, which you as a father failed to give me!"

He opened his mouth to utter some excuse, his eyes almost black, but I didn't let him as I continued to shout at him. "Did you ever ask me if I wanted to marry her? No! You did not. Because that's all you do! Force your will on me and my mother. First you brought me to India, forced me to leave my mother and my life behind. And now, you're forcing me to leave India just because your so called reputation was ruined!" I was breathing hard by the end. I felt the urge to punch this man who called himself my father in the face.

His eyes suddenly widened as he pushed me away. Suddenly, my mother, Matthew and Jordan came rushing towards us. They had realized that something was wrong.

My mother went towards my father, trying to calm him down.

I clenched my jaw and tightened my fists, but didn't say a word as a feeling of anguish overcame me. I knew I had ruined all the chances of me staying here.

My father turned towards my mother, "Fiona, it's time we go. Say goodbye to your son." He said in a calm voice.

My mother's eyes were filled with tears as she came towards me. She said a few things I didn't register and then proceeded to hug me. But I didn't return it, yet she didn't question it.

The feeling of hurting my father settled in me and Matthew suddenly came and placed a hand of my shoulder, whispering, "Alex, please calm down," in my ears.

I pushed his hand away as I walked towards my ship compartment. I was seething.

Matthew suddenly entered the compartment, giving me a pitiful look. I looked away.

"You know, you could write her a letter." He said in a quiet voice.

My face snapped towards him. "You saw it?"

He nodded and sat beside me. He smiled sadly. "I wish I could convince your monster of a father, but it is not possible."

I stayed silent.

Matthew continued as he got up, "The time is less Alexander. There's a notepad and some ink on the desk. Write the letter and I'll give it to Anvesha. I'll be waiting outside with Jordan."

I didn't say anything as he left, closing the door behind him.

Did I want to write this letter? The letter which only hold the words of finality?

The answer came me as my body quickly got up and took the ink and a notepad from the table beside the small bed.

I didn't know what to write. So I wrote what I was feeling.

Anvesha,

Just a few hours ago you whispered the words I desperately wanted to hear. But I wish it wasn't too late.

I wish we had more time together. I wish the world was a more peaceful and accepting place. And I wish that instead of fighting when we had time, we spent it by cherishing each other.

I don't know when... Or if we will see each other again, but I want you to know that you were the first person I ever loved and will keep loving you.

Being a woman in this age meant being tied under the shackles created by us, the Britsh and an equally orthodox society.

Headstrong and outgoing, Anvesha, you didn't care what people thought about you. You were not one of those women who stayed in their homes and popped children for their husbands. You were determined to pry you freedom.

While I like to consider myself a "childishly" arrogant man of eighteen, my journey to life began when I came to India with my two best friends, Matt and Jordan.

The day I crossed paths with you, a fierce looking Indian woman, I was sure that coming to India was the worst of my decisions.

But did time change my mind?

A feeling other than hatred; did something develop?

Yes. It did. You changed my mind. You showed me that to ever ordinary, there is something extraordinary.

Brave, bold Anvesha, stay the way you are. Never let anyone bring you down. Don't let this get to you to either.

I think, for sometime, it will hurt. But maybe we will both learn to live with it, you know?

I don't know what destiny has for us, but neither did we know a few months after you had slapped me, ahem, that we will be falling for each other.

This feeling, love as we call it, has a weird timing, don't you think? It comes at the wrong place, the wrong time and the wrong situation. But I don't think it comes with the wrong person.

I don't think I would ever be writing such sappy things, but here we are.

For now, I would like to say bye. But I promise you that it is not a "goodbye", alright? Amelia used to say a quote which got deeply engraved within me from the time I started loving you. 'If it's meant to be, then destiny will bring you together for sure.' And I think that destiny would be kind to us.

I hope you feel that too.

From the person who'll continue to love you all his life,

Alexander