The Impossible Love Story

The Arrival

Okay so here it goes!!! My first chapter.

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# Pooja's POV

Mumbai International Airport.

Sigh. Finally.

As soon as my feet touch the Indian soil, (I mean concrete, but you get my patriotism) I feel myself relax. The journey till here hasn't been a pleasant one. I cringe mentally at the last image in my head as I was leaving home.

Shit, Dad.

His heartbroken expression makes me sad. I will talk to him as soon as I am home.

I know he will forgive me. He loves me so much. It was not an easy decision to leave home. i have no one in this foreign country to look upon to, but I have my reasons. i know dad understands them or he wouldn't let me here.

Grabbing my luggage, I struggle my way out of the airport among the crowd of people and I am at the taxi stand now. Damn, dad was right. This city really is intimidating. The pace of the people, the crowd, the noise is slightly overwhelming. oh who am I kidding, this is mind boggling.

Should I go to book a ticket for London and abandon my plans? No, I am not a chicken.

Way to go Pooja, I glare at myself internally for being so stupid.

A guy near me looks and gives me a sympathizing look. Does everyone know I am new here and lost ???

Oh, he thinks I am a lunatic looking at my weird expression while I am glaring at myself. Giving him a brief smile I call for a taxi and reach the apartment my dad has rented for my three years of stay in Mumbai.

The apartment is on the 7th floor of a nice housing complex. I unlock the door and stare at the beautiful house my dad has picked for me.

The living room in spacious with cool shades of green and blue. It has a small couch and a television and two bean bags. The kitchen has a open platform and is loaded with the essential supplies.
Oh yes , I got to cook for myself!

The last room is a bedroom with red interiors and a centre bed. It has a dresser and a huge bathroom. My added bonus is a huge balcony overlooking the city.
I know where I will be reading and have my morning coffees now.

I arrange my clothes and other stuff and decide to call up dad.

"Hey dad, I am at the apartment you rented for me. It's so cool and comfortable, not to forget beautiful. Love you so much."

"Baby, I still don't understand why you have to go all the way to Mumbai for your graduation."

"Dad, please let's not get in this conversation again. I will take care of myself , I promise"

" I know you are stubborn like me. Just ,I let you win. Okay, I will not mention it again. And I am glad you like the house. Just promise me you will tell me if you need something and call me once in a day"

"Dad! Not everyday but I will call you regularly, I promise. And yes I will ask you if I need help. Okay, now I am sleepy and jet lagged and I have to shop for stationery and books and clothes tomorrow."

" Okay, goodnight and take care of yourself. Love you"

" Love you too dad, take care."

I disconnect the call and set an alarm for 8 am tomorrow. I have my first day in this huge city all by myself.

As I lay on bed, I feel a few tears escape. I am already scared and missing my dad. Maybe, this is not a good idea.

No, I shut my eyes before getting the pessimistic thoughts. I decided this for myself and I am going to do this no matter what.

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