The Last Note [ON HOLD]

4. THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF THE PACIFIC.

Ajey's P.O.V:

-"That's fine, sir. I'll adjust with the timings. Thankyou."
Said the girl from the other side of the phone call.

It was the last thing she said before the call ended.

-"Bro, I'm so sorry you'll have to manage all this alone. But, I really can't help it, you know!"
Deepak bhaiya said in an apologetic manner.

So it went like this - Deepak bhaiya initially scheduled a meeting with Trishika, the girl from Excel College who was incharge of my performance (Deepak bhaiya told so.) But, he had to go on a week long business trip to Singapore, urgently.

My elder brother, Yash wasn't home too. He was currently in Mumbai for a musical fest. So now, I was all alone. In this mess. Human interaction is a mess for me. No offence to any outgoing person, though.

Deepak bhaiya told me that Trishika was even present at the Starbucks shop that day! But I didn't pay any attention to her, because I was in no mood to move my eyes in the quest of something interesting. Afterall, I came straight out of a wedding that day, and was in a desirous need of some sleep. I was sleeping in the car, by the way. But, thanks to the mosquitoes who buzzed in my ears like a drill, ugh! That brought me to where I ignored her. It wasn't intentional, though.
But now, when I've heard her voice, it sounds pretty familiar. And, it may sound cheesy but her voice was such a melody, god!

. . .

Deepak bhaiya just finished the call with Trishika, informing her about the sudden change of plan. And since the call was on speaker, I could sense that Trishika was a soft-spoken and well to-do girl. Unlike other people, who have 'meetings' with me and then waste that time in their not so civilized fan behaviour. I do love my fans. A lot! But, even they need to understand that I have a life to live so they have to accept that and let me live, for god sake.

-"It's okay, bhaiya! I'll manage. Don't feel guilty about it."
I said in an assuring tone, with a small smile plastered on my face.

Deepak bhaiya got up from his chair, smiling and pulled me into a bone-crushing, brotherly hug.
He bid me a final good bye and disappeared through the staircase of my house.

I sat on my gaming chair as I exhaled loudly.

Trishika.

This name reminds me so much. So many memories. So many laughs. And so many tears.

I don't know if 'pain' is even the right word to describe us.
Somethings are never meant to be. Us was one of them.

Then why is the universe making us meet again?
What's even the point of all that?

Is she that Trishika? Is she my Trishika? If she is, then does she remember me? Or is she some other Trishika? I hope she is.

Because if she isn't then my already chaotic life will become even more chaotic. I hate chaos.
Moreover, I'll breakdown right then and there if I see her after so many years! I hope she isn't the same Trishika. I hope it is someone else.

God, I'm just overthinking so much at the moment!

. . .

Trishika P.O.V:

-"Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out."
I said, instructing myself into calming my anxious self, so that I can atleast log into the Google Meet link he just sent me.

He. Ajey. Ajey Nagar.

He was the only reason why I was so anxious at the moment.

Deepak sir called me in the afternoon saying that he had to urgently go out of the country for some work, and so, therefore, Carry himself will be meeting me online for the meeting.

And now, here I am, controlling myself.

Just don't cry in front of him, Trish. Just don't. It will be fine. It's just a professional online meeting. He won't even remember you, now! Chill. Just stay calm, stay strong. You aren't that weak to cry at such silly matters. Cool down.

I kept on repeating to myself. But, it wasn't helping at all. All I could tell you right now is that my emotions were on a rollercoaster ride.

One moment I was happy that I'll see him after so many years, the other moment I wanted to bawl my eyes out because I wasn't able to accept the fact that he is back. One moment I was excited like a toddler who got its favourite toy, the other moment I was sweating, my heart was pounding as if someone made me run across the globe.

I was shivering as if someone poured a bucket full of ice water. All I wanted right now was to drown into the deepest depths of the Pacific.

A tear escaped my right eye as I let out a silent whimper, trying to supress my already suppressed cries.

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~Laga jaa gale, ke phir,
Ye haseen raat ho na ho.
Shayad, phir is janam mein,
Mulaqat ho na ho~

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Damn I seriously forgot to publish the chapter today!!
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~Ambhoj🖤