"I love you, but..", the first three words come together to form the elixir of love only for it to be diminished by another word. Three words that make you feel like you're at the top of the wall only to pushed down by a but that makes you feel wort...
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Who am i ?
I know many of your minds are curious to know who i really am. Why am i like this. Even i ask the same to myself at times. When i feel i am not what i actually am.
Basically i am a 21 year old indian female whose minds are filled with rage and passion to break the stereotypes , but can't do it actually as she herself is bound by those stereotypes. The biggest being "your-sister's-ex-is-your-biggest-enemy" . If i was courageous enough i would have easily professed my love for him and hopefully would be living happily. I don't know if he is my soulmate , I don't know if i have one even.
You maybe thinking that i loved Dev from when he started dating Diya. But no. I was in love with him 10 years prior to their dating life. To explain it out I'll have to give a elaborate note of my life to you guys.
Born to Malayali parents settled in Hyderabad isn't easy. You'll have to work hard to balance between the two cultures. Though these came in later, but a big part of my life was introduced into my life when i was 3. Another malayali family was shifted to the next door. A father, a mother and their two kids. The curious me tried to peep into their door but was scared off by some person shifting things.
I remember the same family visiting us later introducing themselves and then turning to be a great part of our lives. Diya and The younger child of the other family went to the same class. I was always the third monkey behind the back.
There was this fine day of a summer vacation , when i was 7. Dev came to me and told me that he wanted to marry me when we're old . I didn't know what he meant then. He left Hyderabad later that summer making me forget of the things he told . But on another day during the fake combine studies of eighth grade i found a book given by him , which miraculously reminded me of the stuff happened and me later on sharing it to my bestfriend. Who later convinced me that he was in love with me. That's how it started. The Ishaani Sharma fell in love with The Devdutt Padikkal. And that was my last year in Hyderabad. Another transfer of my dad shifts me and my family to Bengaluru and surprisingly my sister gets admitted to the same school Dev went.
And here he is back at my life. With my live for him going stronger tahn ever. But everything turned down when Diya proposed him on their first day to college . That was it . I tried to forget the feelings i had . I didn't know why i agreed to their plan to fail my commerce exams so that Dev could tutor me my way to college and could spend more time with Diya. And once again he disappears a few weeks after my final exam. And i finds out that they broke up. Never did i have the guts to ask Diya what had happened then until now. When he was back again .
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I don't know where the hell this story is going. So decided to break the fourth wal and bring ishani out . Sorry for the crap .
