FAZER LOGINOur business expanded well, which gave Kartik a huge name and fame. My smart work astonished him a lot. Since school life, he admired me for my impressive performance.
It’s unfair for a fish to compete with a rabbit in a race and it was same for Nisha. Her fear of failure made her struggle to step ahead. It made her out of sight in business. Riya became her biggest enemy, because she was doing much better than her. All compliments and special treatments were for Riya. Being a business partner, I had to do stuff which was required from my end to appreciate her. It made Nisha an arrogant lady. She used to ignite in a second whenever she found me praising Riya. It became difficult for me to manage my love and professional life. I used to think how my cool friends manage 3-4 girlfriends at a time. It was tough to manage even one girlfriend.
Those days, Riya was busy from morning to night because of a symposium in her college, so we used to talk after 10 pm till 12 pm. In between, there were other people too via conference call. It made Nisha more and more suspicious. I was helpless because it was my job. I couldn’t make Nisha understand how formal chat we used to have in an informal time. It hit me hard when she couldn’t understand and she made a withered face every time.
But during the late-night calls, Riya, in her sexy voice, drove me crazy. Her seducing voice gave a cool touch of ice to my warm body. She was different in conference and a sexy lady while talking to me personally. Her romantic tone went straight to my mind and making me feel nostalgic. She was completely a different person at night. I don’t know whether she was so seductive with other boys too or it was only me who enjoyed by grace of God.
I was getting seduced by her pleasant voice. It took my breath away. She ignited my burning desire to meet once more. We used to imagine, the day when we were lost and made fun. Sometimes it was funny, sometimes it was emotional, but every time it brought me closer towards my destruction.
Some day we lost control and had a little flirt. It was a healthy flirting, only to release a deadly stress we carried due to our business. I had no intention to make her my girlfriend. No, I never had an urge to do so. Nisha was my first love, and I had made her last.
As we say, life keeps giving unexpected gifts which either make us or break us. It was Riya who called a day and shouted on the call, “Good news for you.”
Lost in business every time, I asked with my voice full of curiosity, “Got a big deal?”
She became disappointed yet her voice was as loud as thunder, louder than before and shouted, “I am coming to Kolkata next week, yeah.” As she said, she lost in her happiness, I could feel her lips stretched and gave the biggest smile it can make. My heart filled with pleasure of gazing at her once again. It made me super energetic, and I lost in daydreaming.
A soft smile enlightened my face. A list of filmy scenes flashed, and I rolled my eyes in daydreaming once more. She counted days and crossed dates on the calendar. I couldn’t hide my small smile, which was playing at a corner of my mouth. Happiness within me, especially in front of Nisha, was visible to even blind. It used to be the only reason when Nisha was sad and I was happy. Never in our life came a day when one of us was sad and other was enjoying. We always enjoyed and cried together. I pretended to look normal but unable to hide my expressions from her.
Every day my mind made plans to make Riya feel special. I got so involved in her, I didn’t care about what Nisha was going through. Her jealousy hit her hard. Her face gave a vibe of her deep suffering. Dark circles made her face dull and her future too. I became so blind, I couldn’t notice her silent tears. I tried many times to confront and soothe her, but it was not much effective like before. She observed a big change in me which stabbed her hard. My inability to feel her pain hidden behind her smile hurt her a lot. I badly overlooked her sufferings.
Riya left from Bangalore. She was excited to meet me more than meeting her family. I dreamt of sitting beside her, talking, and gazing at her in a different dress. It was a stupid thing, but I did. It made me mad.
It was so strange for me, how a few years ago, I used to avoid girls and after a few years, I lost my sense for a stranger. She was not even my love, but the way I got addicted to her grew a cell of cancer in my relationship.
At night, I planned my next day with Riya and went to bed with lots of expectations. I jumped thousands of times in my mind. From jumping in my mind to jumping from the terrace, I lost my temper when I got stuck in my father’s phone when he had a short and serious conversation with someone. He was completely in grief.
He said in deep sorrow, “We need to go Patna (Capital city of Bihar, India) tomorrow because your aunt (his sister) is not well and in a critical condition.”
Within a minute, my dreams broke into pieces. A small drop of tears came from my right eyes. It was less for my aunt, and more for not be able to meet Riya. I texted her with wet eyes after a few minutes. As I shared, we both lost somewhere out of a blissful world. I informed to Nisha and she showed compassion for my aunt, as if she was her aunt too.
When a boy says he wants to go away from relationship, try to stop him. He might stay.But when a girl says she wants to go away from relationship, don’t try to stop her because she has already gone from her mind even before telling.Pearls in love is tough to findAs you know some love is blind.Dealing with damage like beggars without choiceGiving my story a sweet, broken voice.Promises of life burnt in fireTogether we stay, I still desire.Once in life you too will flyI wish we meet above the sky.As a writer, the only thing I tryReading my story, I hope you cry.I will succeed as I am wiseIf I bring tears to your eyes.Pleasure of life left with mysteryWriting my journey, the rest will be history.Dedicated to my school-life girlfriend who left me alive to die every moment
Who knew, seeing her in that railway station would be our last meet. Who knew, wiping her tears would be the last chance to show my care. Who knew, the crave to see her in that blue lehenga will remain unfulfilled. Who knew, whispering of her wish in that bus ride of getting man and woman next year will just remain a sweet wish. I wish I knew, tears will leave her eyes and stuck to mine forever. I wish I knew, the one who gave hopes in life will shatter so brutally. I wish I knew, the crave to hug her in that railway station will never get fulfilled. I wish I knew, I had to weave our dreams alone forever. I wish I knew, she will take away all my happiness and leave my body with a deep wound forever. I wish I knew, my dreams of being with her forever will end up being with her wounds. I wished lots of things.Kartik and Ankit tried a lot to convince her, but they were futile. So, they ended up confronting me with a shoulder full of sympathy. I came home early from the ba
7th June 2019.The sun was not the same when I woke up early. Morning tasted different to me. It didn’t warm me any more like before. It was not as bright as before. It was ten long days we remained with no proper conversation. It happened for the first time in the history of our ten incredible long years of relationship. I tried to keep aside these thoughts for a while and attended our morning meeting of our boring bank manager.I was helpless. I was self-obsessed with these thoughts till our bank manager finished his monotonous speech. And the moment it went over, I pushed the door and came out of his cabin. I distanced myself from the bank and called Sunita, Nisha’s female cousin, who was here in Kolkata. She knew everything about our relationship. She was the only person in her family who knew a lot of stuffs about us. She was less a sister and more a friend of mine. I called her twice but both times she disconnected. My mind encircled wit
I shared our concern with our close friends including Ankit, Kartik, and they were ready to sign the court papers. We needed minimum three witnesses to get registered in court. So, I arranged them and ordered to be present with no delay, whenever I call. They were obedient and desperately wanted to accept us together forever.It was early morning when I received a text from Nisha about reaching her village with no hurdle. I thanked god when she reached safe. I was worried how would she travel such a long journey in such a worse condition. What if she gets some ache? Lots of questions ran in my mind, which faded away by her text.It was over three weeks, we hadn’t met. I missed her the entire day. I described what was going on in my mind. How much I was worried about her. I texted her in WhatsApp. At night, I waited for her text badly. I described every twist and turn off my bed. Everything which came across, from missing her to worrying about her, I t
My blood was boiling, and I was sweating with anger. Every time, I fought a new battle in my mind. Every day I had to face new challenges in my life. Challenges which broke me out and built me up together. And when I asked her, after coming out of the manager’s cabin. Nisha burst out crying on call. In deep pain, she said.“I don’t want to attend my cousin’s marriage. So, I intentionally slid off the ladder of computer class. But unfortunately, it hit me hard on my leg and it’s paining like hell. You please come fast. I couldn’t walk.”Her words pressed into my chest with a ton of loads. My heart was full of sorrow and my mind full of anger. Squeezing my brows, I told to myself, “Idiot girl. What nonsense you did.”I pushed the door hard to step in the bank and took my wallet from my half-opened chain and threw my bag to a corner. I rushed towards Nisha. She was waiting in a railway station, near
April 2019.It was 11th day of the month. I celebrated my birthday in despair with wet eyes. I spent my entire day in the bank and they were oblivious to my birthday. I didn’t prefer to inform them to get special treatment. Nisha called and wished me half-heartedly. It was not as adorable as before. I knew things were not the same. There was a time when she was more excited about my birthday than I was. And then came a time, she didn’t even say to meet. I was of twenty-five so, I behaved like a gentleman, mature and smart enough to tackle with tears. Her wish was enough for me. At least, she gave me a chance to be with her and it was enough at that time. I kept myself happy whenever she used to hurt me by remembering her second chance.Past three years were not much good for me. She never missed a single chance to tease and taunt me. She always criticized me for every little thing. She used to connect everything with my past and slammed