He is a boy with an uncompleted love story in the past, stuck in life, trying to live and fight the boredom of youth and the generation. He knows the harsh realities and knows how to deal with them.
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She's a girl who lives in...
"What??? But you tell me everything then how??" I wasn't even able to utter the whole sentence. My blood was turned cold as ice. And I heard my heart breaking in my chest with a clattering sound. The sharp edges of my heart piercing my chest making my internal organs prick with pain.
"Ah!!! That's why it's called a surprise. Didn't I tell you Kairav my cutiepie is just a big buddhu?" She stated to him affectionately.
And my fingers tapped on the decline button. And I hung up without even saying Happy Birthday to her.
The whole night I was trembling with sobs. Muffled sobs that were breaking my every organ into pain. That was the first time I experienced a heart break. 2 days I didn't eat anything and after it for 3 months I didn't even touch my phone.
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But after those 3 months her absence was torturing me. During the 3 months I was angry from her and didn't talk to her when she wasn't even at fault. But after it I realised that I couldn't do it. She was still my best friend.
Therefore, I decided to message her. But even after finding so much. I couldn't find her profile. So, I tried to call her. But it always showed busy. I tried my best.
But everything was fruitless. I could never find her again till this date. I could never tell her that I was in love with her. I could never tell her that she was something more than just a girl I love. I wanted to tell her that she was the best best friend I ever had.
I wish I could tell her that I love her, adore her, respect her." Tears spill from my eyes as I tell this to her. And she looks at me with concern.
"Who says your love story is not a love story? I think that's the best love story I have ever heard." She says with a wide and proud grin on her face.
I wiped my tears," It's because I never even met her, I was afraid people will ask me how can I name it love when I didn't even meet to her in reality? I wonder people will ask me how I just fall in love with someone over the phone, I was afraid that they will dismiss my love as a misunderstanding of my teenage years rather than love?" I state to her with ache.
"Well, it was love, For me it was love. I don't care if you met her in real or not. But it was love." She announces with proud sparkling on her face.
"You don't need worldly definitions to define your love or your love to adjust in those definitions. That's because love is free, crazy and uncertain. It always amazes everyone even those who falls in it. And you have to believe me. You know why? Because I have read or listen so many love stories. That in a few days I am gonna have a Phd. Degree in Love." She smiles brightly squeezing my hand, looking at me to trust her.
A faint smile of relief comes dancing on my lips.
"See that's my boy smiling, looking proud and happy. I like you like that. And also if I ever find Vishaka. I would kidnap her and bring her to you. I promise you on my heart." Her face beams with smile as she puts her hand on her chest while swearing on her heart.
And I chuckle seeing her. "That's okay but our heart is on the left side of out chest not on the right." I tease her while pointing at her.
Her eyes widens in shock and she places her hand on the left side abruptly in a second and grins being embarrassed saying, "Ah! That's why I was wondering why my heart is not beating."
She looks extremely adorable and hilarious while saying this, like one of those cute baby pandas who play by themselves and when they do something mischievous they make a cute baby face. I break into laughter looking at her. And I want to pinch her cheeks as badly as I am laughing.
And suddenly it hit my head. That I have met her, even told her my love story but I still don't even know her name.
"So, what's your name Miss.Sunflower363? I ask
"You really wanna know?" She questions.
"Yes, I really wanna know." I mumble with furrowed brows.
"Well, actually my name is Ishq." She says with her eyes staring at the table in embarrassment.
"Ishq means love?" I question her with a sweet smile hearing her name. Because her name is just as cute as she is.
"Yes Ishq means love. My Mumma is an Urdu teacher. Her favorite urdu word is "Ishq". And in our house ladies has the sole authority to name their child. So, here I am Ishq Singh Rathor. Though Ishq means love but with my Surname it sounds like I am some Vandal or something. I feel embarrass over my name. So, I don't tell my name to anyone." She explains.
"But I think your name is perfect for you. Ishq means love just like you. I think that's why you can understand love the best. Cause you are yourself love. Don't you?" I compliment her.
And she looks shy.
"The first time you told me your love story. Your lips were missing a half hearted smile. People with uncompleted stories usually have an uncompleted smile on their faces too while they talk about their old love which shows their incompleteness.
Just like that crescent moon in the sky which stayed half on the dark night and which has time to turn into a full moon. The difference is that the moon will turn into full moon. But the smile of the heartbroken lovers stay the same for forever.
Talking about your love for the first time you had that smile on your face. But it was not there when you ended your love story for the first time. " She concludes looking like an intellectual person. Someone who can read you in and out just within the blink of your eyes.
"How are you so innocent and clever both at the same time? Are your siblings like this too?" I ask her in awe.
She laughs, "My father and his brothers are three brothers without a sister and my father is the youngest brother of all the three brothers. And even in the second generation I am the only one and single sister of all my brothers. They are 5 of them but all are my cousins. 2 are the oldest brothers, 3 are younger than them. I am the youngest. And to be honest, my father takes so much pride in me. Because neither he had a sister nor my uncles have a daughter. So for him and my uncles I am their precious treasure and achievement."
"5 brothers wow! your life must be great." I compliment her.
To be continued....
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