Not a fairy tale

Crafted among the stars was their fate long before they met and created a story. The lion and the lamb, at last, fell in love with each other and started to nurture that definite feeling which was, yet particularly unknown to both. They were beings of the earth, yet very different from each other. The Lamb was the quiet, meek ice princess who was yet to bath in the glitters and gloom of life; the Lion, a careless, carefree fool, chasing hope, aimlessly. The Lamb was a budding gem with overflowing dreams and the Lion lived life as it got dished. Coincidences bloomed from being mere acquaintances to friends and then to best friends; for life. And then gradually with more sunrises and twilights, a strange bond started to build up. They sowed the seeds well, nurtured with care until harsh calamities took the harvest away. A Déjà Vu misinterpreted.