Kashish

CHAPTER : 1 - HAPPILY EVER AFTER

[First draft :- April 12, 2021]

Chapter : 1 - Happily Ever After.

Have you ever been in love?

I have. Countless times, but everytime with the same person.

Why him?

I asked myself, why him? Why do I have to fall for only him when it could just be anyone. Is it his cool grey eyes? Or is it his smile? What made me fall again and again, perhaps a little deeper each time?

Ten years. Ten fucking years I've been in love with him. I still remember the first time I saw him. My first day at school.  But from the first day of school to the first day of college, nothing's changed. He didn't notice me back then. And he doesn't notice me now.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just invisible to him. For a star hockey player like him, of course I, a random nerd was invisible. But to me he's the only person I could see. Oh, and did I forget to mention? He's the guy next door too. And still, he was too busy to notice the nerd that lives next door.

From the second grade to first year of college, I know every single girl he has dated. From their first date to their first fight, till their breakup. I know every single one of it. And, having his window next to mine? I got to see and hear a lot more then just kissing his girlfriends. He dated five in all. Atleast five were exclusive. If not, it could be nine.

But I don't mind. Even after ten years of being invisible to him, I still hoped he'd see me one day. Notice me one day. And I couldn't wait for the day to come.
The day when he actually sees me as a woman, the day he takes me on our first date. The day we'd have our first kiss. The day he confesses his love for me and the day we'd wed. And hence our Happily Ever After.

I know he's mine. I just know it.

We are different people. We have nothing in common. Polar opposites. But thing about opposites is, they attract when they come close to each other.

I've done so much just to be closer to him. Go to the same school, then getting into the same college as him. It was difficuclt with my parents. To go to same college as him, I must lose opportunities. Opportunities no average British-Indian girl would miss. But for him, anything. 

Looks like he finally woke up.
Well, you are thirteen minutes late Mr Williams.

"That was beautiful."

I was broken out of my reverie by a voice, it was high pitched. It was very familiar.
I turn back to see the raven haired little girl. My youngest cousin, Amara. She is six. Her brown eyes study me curiously while her fingers play with the hem of her skirt. She was nervous. She always seems nervous around me. I never knew the reason why, but I didn't care much.

"Thank you." I muttered quickly as I lifted off the violin from my shoulder facing her entirely.

"What was it you were playing?" She asked her face curious. She seemed as she was genuinely interested in it.

"It's  Chaconne." I replied and she nodded.

"It's better you go downstairs to aunt, she must be looking for you." I said firmly turning away from her and putting my violin in the case right on the desk.

"Good bye." She said and ran away. I didn't bother looking back.

I slowly took a few steps closer to my window moving my curtain a little more to have the perfect view of the perfect Kian Williams.

"Well hello, Mr Williams." I muttered.

His soft brown hair was messed and sticking up to his forehead. The muscles of his upper body flexed as he stretched with a yawn, he was wearing only his blue plaid boxer briefs. He raked his fingers through his hair and turned back to his bed with a shy smile.