All in the name of love

The winter is literally stinging my eyes, it appears to be that the winds are carrying arrows with them. The fog has blinded me everything seems to be swallowed by white blanket. Have I lost the path to the village or I travelled myself further in the black forest. Suddenly I heard a rustle behind me, is it a bear?

Jesus Christ I don't have my gun with me, I slowly turn my horse to face the predator. There is no one there then, what was the noise about?

In the dense fog I see a slight outline it is a man on a horse, and was approaching me now. When the person started to come closer the fog started to thin as if it was paving the way for the rider. I couldn't clearly distinguish the sex of the person in this dense fog. It was riding a chestnut horse and had a sword pointing towards me, it was wearing a dark oak wood color coat with matching boots, its face was covered by a red woolen scarf and was wearing a olive skin hat which was decorated by the feathers of a quail. The hat reminded me of Cambridge but I couldn't point my finger at what part I was feeling the memory about. The person had a raven black eyes, in this icy cold weather it had a blaze of fire in it. As the person came closer the chillness evaporated and a sudden warmth filled inside me. Pointing the sword towards me the person asked "Are you Doctor Edward Hunchback from Cambridge" I nodded. In this chilly weather I had beads of perspiration on my forehead, the eyes were so volcanic of emotions.

The person said "Follow me" and pointed me towards a way, I did as I was instructed and quietly followed. But instead of keeping pace with me the person sped up the horse, in no time the distance between us increased. After a few meters the person the person stopped and turned to see me, it had the same fierce intense look and I could sense that the person was mocking me. Although the face was covered I could feel the grin on his face and there has never been a time where I lost a horse race.

Even I sped up my horse and in no time we were in a neck to neck race, my nerves were rushed by warm blood. My breath was fast, my heart was pumping with all the adventure and uncertainty. This same feeling I had felt back a year ago. I felt as if I knew the person and its intentions. The fog started to thin and faintly I could see a manor, as close we came to the manor more the fog started to disappear. I could see a huge manor which was partially covered by ivy, the garden were filled by all the dead plants. We came near the front door of the house, we still were on our horses the person in front of me hoped down from his horse.

"So still a loser or want to show your power somewhere else".

Is it Jane?

She removed her hat and down came her magnificent red auburn hairs . The shine, the texture the wildness of hair was still there. Then she slowly opened her scarf and there was the beautiful face of my Jane. It didn't had its actual luster, her face was full of fake emotions. But her eyes were speaking the truth it had a rage, a fire in them. Jane was beautiful the last time when I had seen her, but now she was looking like a art and art is not beautiful, art is supposed to make you beautiful.

"Edward your habit of gawking me still hasn't gone" her voice brought me to my present, I said

"Cause you still haven't stopped looking beautiful"

Hearing this I could see tears in her eyes.

What has happened to my beautiful Jane?

And then from behind we heard a voice of a women

"Madame Jane Mr. Ripper is eagerly waiting for your presence"?

Jane said" Edward the stable is towards right and Mr. beck will show you your chosen suit" and she left.

The suit was splendid I never saw such fine luxuries anywhere, I heard the creak of door when I turned I saw jane standing at the door.

"Can i come in "?

"You never asked my permission before, why now" I replied

"When you are the mistress of the house and betrothed to someone"

"What was the reason to call me here" I asked

"Because I needed a friend "

"Why" I grunted and turned and turned towards her.

She had tears in her eyes "When did you learn to cry Jane" I asked by cupping her face. She kissed my inner hand leaving a cranberry tinge on my skin.

"You won't understand"

"Try me"

We both were sitting on the a couch, her head was in my shoulders and she was in my arms. She started to narrate

"My father was in a shipping business he had five lovely daughters I being the eldest. When he hit luck in the business he made this beautiful manor. So last year one day in my collage I got a letter commanding me to come home as soon as possible. I reached home where my father's funeral was being conducted. After the funeral when I asked my mother that how father met such a sudden end, she said that father died on a ship trip".

She stopped I could sense that how tough it was for her to narrate the whole thing for me.

"In his will he had written that to obtain his property one of his daughter had to marry his friend and business partner Henry Ripper, I had to marry soon but that didn't mean that you weren't in my memories."

There was heaviness in her voice

"I married his friend, because I respected my father's last wish"

"You could have at least write a letter to me Jane"

"How could I and what should I have told you That I'm married and Edward please forget me"

"Then why you wrote me now? What was the reason to call me here?"

She shifted her position and sat straight and turned her face towards me and said

"Cause I found out the truth"

"What truth" I asked

"About my fathers murder"

"But didn't your father" she cut my sentence and said

"The truth is he was murdered by my husband" she continued

"After my marriage my sisters and mother were staying in this mansion, but my husband didn't like their company so they moved out. In spite of his behavior and temper I tried to be a good wife, one day on a evening when he was drunk by alcohol and arrogance he blurt out his foul plan. How he pushed my father from deck, how he forged the will how much he hated my father, he spilled out everything"

She stopped mid sentence and violently started sobbing. My poor Jane, all helpless and disgusted upon her fate. I pulled her towards me, gently laying down her face on my chest and comforted her by running my fingers in her hairs.

Her fiery tears soaked my shirt and seeing her in such a condition even I couldn't stop my tears from ashtray. She stopped after sometime and continued

"I even couldn't kill him, because if I would then I would be the culprit and the truth would never come out. I want the truth out from his mouth in front of the society and when society turns against him and he would beg for forgiveness no one should show remorse to him"

I could see all her rage and anger in her tone. I said

"Jane do you remember what people used to say to you in college"

"That Jane is partner in crime of Edward"

"That's right because, I have a devious plan to provide you justice and to bring out the real culprit"

I saw a smile forming on her face and at this time it was for real...

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