She came and went

Just as Nitin saw Reeba he is fallen for her, but as the time passes, Fate has something else store for them both......

“Hey nitin, are you coming to music classes?” a female voice interrupted him and he realised it as soon as it strucked in his ears. It was of his bench mate and his best friend-Aanchal. Their class never look down on opposite sex friendship and everyone was frank with each other.
“Nah yaar, i am not feeling well” he answered while cursing his head.
“Now stop giving those silly excuses “she continued “I want you to meet with someone”
He focused on the word ‘someone’ coz he was partially sure that someone might be a girl and suddenly a spark emerges in his head. His feeling of not feeling well was vanished in seconds and without giving it a second thought he replied “Ok! As you wish”. It is not fair bcoz whenever we get excited time starts moving very slowly. Though, the music classes were just half a minute away but he felt like he was walking for more than 10 min. And there was still a noticeable distance to reach his final destination.
Finally after that silliest moment of his life, the most awaited moment came. Just after they entered in music class Aanchal started her investigation to find that ‘someone’ followed by Nitin. After few moments she moved towards a girl and they both passed a grin. The girl was indeed beautiful. He had never seen such an innocuous beauty in his life. She had no make-up yet she was looking gorgeous. He was riveted by her. Her long silky hair, her laugh and a radiant glow on her face left him spellbound. She looked even more cute while talking with Aanchal both, in her expressions and in her body language. He started realizing that somewhere in the depths of his heart, she had grabbed a soft corner and an unidentifiable part of him had begun to melt. He felt as it was some kind of magical metamorphosis that was happening to him. He was not able to take his eyes off her, Rather he wanted to stare at her from top to bottom , very slowly, which he actually did. It seemed as if the earth was actually rotating and in his opinion for the very first time. A strange feeling caught hold of him strongly and he don’t have any idea what it was, but you may call it LOVE- at first sight!
And just then a hand was waving in front of his eyes not letting him to adore the beauty of “’someone”’(you see extra commas coz she was too special). He badly wanted to slap the owner of that waving hand but didn’t as he don’t want to spoil his first impression on ‘someone’.
“Yaar, baatein bhi karni hai ya fir ghurte hee rahega” Aanchal teased him with an unwanted interruption but he didn’t replied coz his gestures was enough for her. His head automatically turned towards ‘someone’ (sorry! but he also didn’t know her name till that time) and she was laughing horribly but instead of feeling embarrassed he was lost in her ever charming beauty. Aanchal introduced them with each other. ‘Shreya’- her sweet name was competiting with her beauty. Now it was his turn to speak but he just could not muster up the courage to speak anything. His windpipe was closed and his throat was not allowing him to speak. He was staring at her with infinite blankness painting his face. And suddenly his saviour- the music teacher came and helped him to get out of the typical situation. After exactly the 17th beat of his heart (Yes! He was really counting) Aanchal whispered to Shreya “Yaar Shreya, would you please give me your cell no. Coz my previous sim got lost”
“8136933498” came the reply from other side.
Though, Nitin was a mediocre but those ten digits are still there in his mind as well as in heart.
The school bell rang and everybody moved out of the class but he wanted to stay there only and just admire her beauty forever and ever........
“Wo jaa chuki yaar, let’s go now” Aanchal said bringing him back to the real world.
“Chalo” Nitin said tonelessly. They got out of the class and his steps started getting faster and faster bcoz he wanted to chase her, admire her, and see her and that too again and again. He reached his home thinking about her only. The lunch he had that afternoon was extraordinary. It was usual chapattis and all, the same frosty dehradun winter and the same warm sun in the sky but for some reason they all seemed at their best that day. He didn’t hang out with friends that evening. He wanted to see the next morning as fast as he could but time was not co-operating with him. His mind soothed when the moon replaced the sun. Alone in his room, he was smiling, talking to himself and there was different sort of feeling within him. He decided to propose her the next day only. He slept, just so that the night would pass and a new day would come when he would see her beautiful face once again.
The sun must have rised from west bcoz for the first time he woke up on his own with a notorious smile on his face. His plan was ready and bringing it to action was the only thing left. It was his turn to look after the class in school assembly and according to plan his chit was ready. It was folded better than the ironed clothes. He quietly went to her desk, took out her lunchbox from her ‘Hannah Montana’ stickered bag. And finally, kept the chit where her oily lunch can’t spoil it. He eagerly waited for the lunchtime but as the time came closer his heartbeat accelerated and he could feel warm from inside. He was excited as well as frightened coz this was the first time he was proposing a girl. Those 4 periods of exactly 160min. looked more than the journey from Jammu to Kanyakumari by train. The bell rang and everybody went out of the class but his mind was diverted towards Shreya as he wanted to see her first expression after exploring the chit thoroughly. Asking would not have helped so he simply demanded something from God-for her to accept his propose. And astonishingly this is what happened. She stayed in the class only and opened her pink lunchbox and took out the chit and started reading:
“Not everyone in this world has fate to cherish the fullest form of love. Some are born just to experience the abbreviation of it. I don’t know why but just as i saw your face for the first time i could not move from there, my legs were frozen there only and it seemed like i was dreaming but after spending some time with you i realised that such beauties really exist on this earth. It seemed that God had deliberately crafted you with his own hands and gifted you the best feature in every aspect. Whenever i see you a sort of spark emerges in my body and i feel slight warmth in my heart. I don’t have any words to write but i just want to pour my emotions in a single sentence from the core of my heart- If love means getting attracted to someone’s erudite, beauty etc. then i am in love with you.
Waiting hopefully,
Nitin”
She didn’t utter a single word but the way she looked at him and smiled, confused his mind. ‘Does she love him? Or is she laughing on him? The day passed very quickly and a full moon was shining brightly in the night. He could not resist his temptation of listening the answer. He felt like calling her up and it was hard to curb that urge. He simply dialled her ten digit cell no. And she picked up the phone but Nitin didn’t utter a single word.
“Nitin?” after few seconds she guessed.
“Yes, it’s me”
“How did you get my number?”
“I heard it when you told it to Aanchal”
“You wrote it down so quickly?”
“No, actually it was the fine work of my mind”
“Oh! Smarty”
“Thank you for compliment” he said gaining confidence.
“So you called up to tell me that you have my cell no.” And with this single sentence she brought him back, he again got nervous.
“Ah....Ah...I j... just wanted to know your answer”.
“Duffer! Ab class mein kya gala phadke bolti” she continued “Of course, Yes! I love you too”
“Shreya, have your dinner” i heard her mother calling. “Okay, see you later” she said and hung up.
That night he ate a lot more and lying on his bed he went over the conversation again and again. He doesn’t know why but he felt like calling her up again, but he had to control it bcoz he did not want to mess things up, right in the beginning. He suddenly switched off the light and jumped into bed.
After few days:
He had changed a lot and was no longer the person he used to be till sometime ago. A lot of things had changed, in him and around him. Most of the time he was found outside the class for punishment coz he was usually found day-dreaming. He slept less and talked more. Most of the talks were usually at night and it suited the conversation well. So, it was quite a romantic setting with both of them seeing the moonlight at the same time. He started noticing couples; the way they sat in gardens, hand in hand; the way a girl holds her boyfriend. He started following her everywhere she would go. He started worrying about the ‘how do i look’ factor. She became the password to his several internet ID’s. He roamed with her more than he had roamed with anyone else. His life got filled with twists all were positive except the one which brought him back to where he started or even below in this Love affair.
Things started getting worser and worser between them. Everytime he would call her- she would not pick up or talk rudely to him. The winds of their relationship had taken a different course. She started ignoring him and she had also stopped hanging out with him by giving really stupid excuses.
One day as she was not with him he was roaming alone and suddenly something caught his attention which he can’t believe. The girl whom he loved, who said ‘i love you too’ to him was doing what she always did with him but with other guy. Shreya was chilling out with someone else. He could not resist and ran towards her and grabbed her hand firmly and asked “you were having headache na!(her excuse for that day was headache)then what are you doing here?”
“Leave my hand” she demanded and he followed her.
“It’s my wish and will, I’ll do what i want and anyway, who are you to ask that?”
“I am the one whom you said you loved”
“Liar! Cheater, i know your tricks, you middle class boys are all same, kisi ameer ladki ko pata lo aur life set” she continued “I want to live a luxurious life, i want to enjoy parties, i want to be respected and don’t want to spend my life with you crying for the crisis of money. Sorry! But i can’t sacrifice my life for a poor guy like you”
During that time he wanted to tell her “i may be poor but my love is like a vast open ocean for you”. But her firely selfish words evaporated his love of ocean without his consciousness. He tried to speak but his mouth was dry. He tried to cry but there were no tears left and she went away with that mimiac.
From that evening only he hated everything, everything he saw even himself for loving her. He used to be lost in his own thoughts most of which would take him back to his past. Whenever he would recall his past, he happens to laugh and in no time, he taste his own tears. He was bound by his stars to live a lonely life without her, he felt so alone. Though, the fact is that it’s just she who had gone and everything else is the same. But this everything else is nothing for him.....
Every day while going for classes he would see numerous smiling faces, all of them making him jealous. He couldn’t imagine his life without her and he wanted to suicide. At times he would curse God for playing a big gamble with him, with loss and loss on his side. He misses her in his days, he miss her in his nights, he miss her every moment of his life. While working out in the gym, he would try to lift the heaviest weights. Later standing under the shower he would cry but nobody could hear him. The splashing of the shower would mask the sounds of his sobbing. Everything that bought smile to his face had now started torturing him and his face never smiled again.............
Those who don’t get love cry for it but those who do get it do not care for it.........

Reviews

[Jeyanthi]

The narration of his encounter with a girl was written in clever way, ‘
Shreya’- her sweet name was competing with her beauty.lol this is ever loving sentence..

is the story conveying betrayal? whatever i like it, keep on writing. the spark of creativity too will touch u soon.. :)

[Rajat malik]

Thanks for praising me #i felt special
Yes, its a betrayal

[Pratik Mishra]

Rajat, the story was awesome! But is this the story's end? Plz write something after this!!!

[Rajat malik]

Yes!!!! it's the end of story..... but if you like it so much then I may write more

[Pratik Mishra]

yes, plz write more.........

[Rajat malik]

OK!!!! will try to do so, dear don't worry

[prajakta]

good work.keep writing..:)

[Rajat malik]

Oh!!! thank you so much

[Shubham Joshi]

It was a nice story, though there are some errors but you will remove them. About your writing style, some lines I loved very much, you know which lines I am talking about, they show your creativity. A simple story and a fine one, and I believe you have the creativity in you to come up with more and better. Good luck.

[Rajat malik]

Thanks for your kind words but can u plz write some faults of mine #will b very thankful if u do so....