His Only Beloved.

Derived from a German name Hrodheid, composed of the words 'Hrod' which means 'fame' and 'Heid' which means 'kind'. Also referring to a blooming flower symbolizing love, my parents named me Rose.

Like every Indian girl who had a dream to go to New York for further studies, my dream came true when from 200 students I was selected for the scholarship to study at New York University.

Except you never know what's waiting for you in future,

A person who will enter your life,

change your thoughts,

feelings,

presence and

make you feel special.

Thinking about it now, it felt like he was from olden times.

Only I never knew what he really was.

The sole thing I identified was he was not a human and it intrigued me!

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She was a girl with plans, until she met this Italian vamp.

Rose is a delicate flower who has been captured by the beauty of a beast (vampire), she feels a string tied to him that she cannot break. What happens when she comes to know the truth?

A/N: Hello! Thanks for choosing my story, hope you enjoy reading it. His Only Beloved is a series of books that I'll be updating soon so just stay tuned.

ROSE'S P.O.V.

At last! I'm in New York- my dream city. Not knowing what is in store, I hear voices beckoning me. I can feel it! I was never one to do anything without a purpose, so my plan was to get a degree to make my family back home proud.

Staring outside the plane window, it takes me back. When I was ten years old, my mom passed away. Her and granny were all I had.

My mom died of stage three cancer. She was a woman with breathtaking beauty and a heart of gold; she didn't deserve to die so soon. On her deathbed, she gave me her pendant. It was a beautiful silver heart-shaped pendant, ornamented with a rose on top. My mom used to tell me that the heart was her and the rose was me. Whenever I touched it I'd get power that helped me to face my difficulties. This breathtaking pendant had an unexplainable feeling. It makes me feel like my mother is always protecting me.

My mom also told me that dad gave her that pendant as a symbol of his love for her. Now hanging on my neck, I always feel as though my parents' spirits are alive in my heart. However, I was left to wonder why she never told me why dad left her so soon? At that time, I was just five years old when he disappeared and didn't return. He never returned even when my mom was no more.

This left my granny, Sahara, to raise me alone. She worked hard to make me who I am today. Granny wasn't like other Indian grandparents who were old-fashioned. She supported me through every hardship.

So now, I am here to achieve my dreams...

Arriving at the airport, I checked out and took a cab to reach New York University. After reaching there, I did the necessary admission requirement and headed to find my dorm room, hoping it's clean. Since I was a child, I was very protective of my clothes and books. I just hope that my roommate is too.

Opening the door, what I see is a small but cute room with pink colored walls. There are two small beds placed in the room and a study table at the side. There are books on the table and I let curiosity get the best of me and I go to check them, to find out my roommate's name is Grace.

Oh, it's a different name I believe and now I have the urge to meet her!

Eventually, the door to the room swings open and there is a girl wearing jeans and a top with her hair tied in braids. Of course she looks beautiful. She greets me with a sweet smile on her face.

"Well, well, well, you are my new roomie," she said and looked my attire up and down. I was wearing Kurti and leggings. I am Indian and we are very possessive about our culture and clothes.

"Hey I am Rose, your new Roomie," I tell her. "Nice to meet you, Grace."

She takes a while and then smiles after acknowledging that I read her name from her book. "Me too."

"Are you Indian?" she asked, pointing her index finger towards me.

"Yes, I am!" I reply with a smile.

"OMG! I'm a big fan of SRK (Shahrukh Khan), have you ever seen him face to face? Does he look the same in real life?" She excitedly threw all her questions onto me.

"Of course! My school was just next to his bungalow, so it was common for me to see him," I informed her. Her eyes grew bigger in response.

"You have seen THE SRK in real life and you feel it's common? I don't believe it!" At this, she made me chuckle. It was very common for me because I've seen him many times. But people who live outside of Mumbai come to his place and wait for almost an entire day just to get a glimpse of him.

We both chat about ourselves for a while and she tells me everything I need to know about NYU.

We had dinner together at a nearby restaurant. Since it is our first day, we celebrate there. It is a small restaurant and affordable too, so I don't mind.

Coming back, we head towards our beds. However, it happens again. That feeling reappears... this time the voice calls me. It didn't call me by my name, it called me,

'Beloved...'

ROSE P.O.V

"CHIRP CHIRP!" rolling over I saw that it was 6 a.m., putting off my alarm, I left my bed. It was the first day of University, and being late was the last thing on my mind. Glancing towards the bed beside mine, I notice my "roomie" still fast asleep.

My closet was modest, made from old oaken but sufficient enough for my clothes to fit in. I hadn't brought many clothes here, since shopping in New York seemed like a better option. The culture here was totally different from India, people's clothing here depended on their comforts whereas we Indian's think 'what will others think' before we ever did anything. I had never complained about it because according to me the more we covered ourselves the safer we were.

Sliding my hands across the dresses in my closet, my eyes caught a glimpse of a black Kurti, that granny had given me as a token of her love on my last birthday. It was black, with black roses embroidered on its sleeves. 'It's perfect for today!' I thought to myself.

The shower room here was spacious enough with the same cute pink colour on its walls, hanging my clothes on the hook behind the door, I entered the shower and switched the hot water on.

The hot beads of water dripping down my tanned skin allowed me to escape and drift towards the beckoning voice. I couldn't help but wonder- was it just a trick that my imagination had been playing on me?

Once I was outside the shower room and back in my room, I found Grace awake, once she had recognized that she was late, she hurriedly grabbed her towel and rushed towards the shower room.

Whilst she had taken her shower, I dried my hair and pinned it into a bun, but due to the dark messy curls that they were, I wasn't able to pin them in place properly. Becoming tired, I decided to just set them free and allow them to flow gracefully down my back.

By 8 a.m., I was ready, now it was time to leave for the University.

"Shall we?" I questioned Grace.

"Yeah, sure!" She responded.

Once we had arrived, Grace seemed to know her way around the campus, so I just decided to let her guide me to go where I needed to be.

"See, that's our class," Grace informed me pointing towards the classroom on our right.

"You're also coming?" I asked her, a bit confused.

"Yes, since we have same subjects, we are in the same class," she chirped.

As I was about to enter the class, I ended up colliding into someone. All my books fell to the floor, with a loud 'thud', and were now scattered across the floor, some of the pages flying around the hallway due to wind. I quickly bent down and started collecting my books. When I finally stood up, my eyes landed on the stranger with whom I had collided. She was lean, wearing shorts that barely covered anything with a tank top. All the time when I was busy collecting my books she had a disgusted look on her face, 'she didn't even help me to get up' I thought to myself.

Maybe she might not like me due to my appearance, because I, of course unlike everyone else that was here, had worn a traditional dress that sounded odd in NYU. Not uttering a word to her, I decided to ignore her, but her voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Hey you bitch, don't you even have the courtesy to say sorry to ME!" She yelled. Trying my best to ignore her rude comment, I walked away from her and went to my seat. She was still waiting by the doorway, shooting daggers at me but I don't want to get in trouble on the very first day, so it's better to stay away from such trouble makers.

"You handled her very well, did you see her face? how she was waiting for you to answer, yet you just ignored her? It was so worth it!" Grace exclaimed, making both of us giggle.

Grace led me to a pair of friends chatting and introduced me to them.

"Violet, Renee, this is Rose. Rose, this is Violet, my high school friend, and Renee, my college friend."

"Nice to meet you both," I greeted them.

Violet was a little taller than me, she was lean wearing a yellow top and black tight jeans, her hair tied in a ponytail. While Renee was the opposite of her, she was healthy and wore tracks with a black t-shirt, her hair were straight and blonde which looked really cool.

Being bored of waiting for the professor to come, I decided to initiate a conversation with my new friends,

"Violet, Renee how do you both know each other?" I questioned curiously.

Violet and Renee glanced at each other, smiling. Renee was the one to answer my question,

"Long story short, we were high school enemies, but eventually ended up becoming BFF's in NYU."

"Oh, I see," I replied.

Finally, the professor entered the class while everyone greeted him. He quickly started,

"My name is Marcus Steel. I'll be teaching you history."

During the lecture his eyes had landed on me, he stopped teaching for a while looking shocked, but within seconds he regained his composure and continued the lecture.