Chapter - 27

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Jimin’s  POV
I rang the bell at first, my heart was dying to see her at least for one time. I wanted to lock her in my arms and stay in her embrace. When there was no answer from the other side, I had to unlock the door from the keys that I had. ‘Sanii’ I said. Her apartment was dark. Well, it’s everywhere dark without her. I switched on the lights and the couch where we’d spent numerous moments got my attention. Before I could think any further, I was a page tucked beneath a paper weight on the table. ‘What it could be?’ I wondered and unfolded it. ‘Oh, so it’s her handwriting.’ I smiled. At least something related to her is here. I started reading it and with every next line her absence starting hurting, my love for her started increasing more. It felt like I couldn’t tell her enough, else she’d never write ‘You shouldn’t have loved me Park Jimin.’
I shouldn’t have loved her? Who am I? A kid? A stupid teenager who doesn’t know whom to love? Sanii, if you were here, I’d have pulled your cheeks so hard that you’d never ever dare to say this bullshit again. I read it further and there was so much stuff like that. I was blank, vulnerability was taking over me.. 
I finally accepted that she isn’t here but sniveling my heart out loud at the place where she used to live could make me feel a bit lighter. Sania I miss you! I miss you so much! And you’re the biggest ‘ghadha’ or whatever it is of this world, there is no bigger idiot than you!
Meet me soon and I’ll reply to each and every misconception of yours. 
‘Hyung, it’ll be alright.’
A voice came from the back side. It was JK. I hugged him tightly as I saw him. ‘Thank you so much.’ I sobbed.
‘Shh I did nothing.’

Sania's POV- It took me 15 days to get a new job. My parents were happier than before because they never wanted me to go and work in South Korea. I still live with Rani; it hurts less when she is around. It hurts more when my parents raise the topic of marriage. Ah... I better don’t say anything about that. Colleagues here are nothing better than South Korea. Just they speak Hindi and they used to speak Korean.
Above all this, I miss my love more and more by each passing day. I hope he is doing okay. I hope he never reads that letter... that was so stupid of me.

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