"In a moment of childhood innocence, SHE found herself unwittingly tied to HIM by a simple promise. As the years passed, she harboured a silent love for him, keeping it secret and buried deep within her heart. A life filled with longing and unanswer...
"I should call Prisha. One day without her feels so tedious. And in the meantime, my clothes will be washed too." Aishwarya decided to make a phone call to Prisha while preparing soap lather in the semi-automatic washing machine.
Hello Prisha...
Hiii Aish!
How are you doing darling?
I'm doing fab! What about you?
I'm good too, I just have to depart for Toronto in two days.
Oh! Take care then. And safe travels.
Love you dear!!
Umm... Have you got to know about him?
Him?...
Ayee Aish, you know! Then why?
No, I seriously don't. Of whom you are talking about.
*Sighs* About Ryan.
Ohh, Actually not now...
While conversing, Aishwarya's phone slipped from her hands and directly fell into the washing machine's tub.
At Prisha's House
Hello, hello
Are you there?
Prisha continued to speak on the line but listening to no response from the other side she hung up the call. "Maybe because of some important work." She reasoned herself and went to the kitchen.
In Canada
"Oh no!! My phone!" Aishwarya wailed as she lifted her phone out from the tub. It was shrouded with white lather and water.
She reclined down on her sofa and tried to dry it up. But nothing happened, the phone wasn't opening at all.
"Ahh... this phone. Now I have to take it to a mobile repair shop." She mumbled to herself and strode to the shop.
In the Shop
"Hello, mam! How can I help you?" The worker of the shop implored gently.
"Actually, my phone fell in the soapy lather. And now it's not working."
"Let me check it." She handed over her phone to him.
After keenly scrutinizing it, he remarked, "Mam, it will take a week to get repaired and recover its data."
"No, please! Can't you do it fast? My flight to Toronto is the day after tomorrow. And I don't know when I will return here. Till then, How can I contact my friend?" She questioned him as her baritone was lacing with frustration and helplessness.
"We are so sorry madam. But we can't do anything. And you can contact your friend through social media also." He suggested.
"Repair it! I'll take it back when I come." She coldly replied and left the shop.
"How much I wish that Prisha had told me about her social media accounts but no! she doesn't tell me anything without compelling her." She huffed and went back to her apartment.
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"Ding-dong!!" A loud sound of the doorbell resonated throughout the house as it led Prisha's feet to open the door.
She unlocked the door and saw a male figure whose face was sheathed behind the bouquet.
Her narrowed eyes followed the movements made by the man as he gradually revealed his handsome face.
"You!!" Her voice came out like a whisper.
"Hello! Miss Prisha. This is for you." He greeted her and gave the bouquet to her. He entered her house without her invitation and settled on the sofa as if it belonged to him only.
"What are you doing here?" She inquired to him.
"Relax! I came here to return this." He pulled out the umbrella from the bag that she gave him and conveyed it over to her.
"Oh, thanks!" She took the umbrella from his hand.
"Now you should go." She nervously added.
"Not so soon Prisha. We are friends now. Moreover, I wanna take you along with me to a restaurant." He stood up.
"Sorry, Aayansh. But..."
"Oh! Come on Prisha. Please. Please... Don't deny my request."
"Ummm, okay!" She somehow agreed and went to the restaurant with him.
In Restaurant
They talked and laughed together while eating.
"You know Prisha. Yesterday I was watching a movie on TV, where two children used to be best friends and after some time, they got separated. Till the time they grew older, they waited for each other and the funniest thing is that they actually met at the carnival with the help of their unique violin melody and phone number that the actress had written on her 100 rupees note in her childhood." He casually told her.
She smiled and said, "I too have watched that movie."
"Hmm, that was too funny. This childhood love and that waiting for your love, it suits in fantasies only, it doesn't make any sense in real life. It's stupidity nothing else." He smirked and leaned on the chair completely.
"Stop it Aayansh! First of all you are kind of a stranger to me, then you make me come with you in this restaurant and at last you are trying to humiliate me. You know what? It exists in real life too!! The true love along with a long wait, that people like you can't understand!" She furiously replied to him and picking up her handbag, she left from there.
"Prisha! Listen Prisha!" He ran behind her.
"Sir, your bill." The waiter made him halt in between as he began to pay the bill amount first.
Prisha was walking very fast on the road while murmuring some words, "How can he say that? I thought that he was different but no, he's the same! Just like any other person. Aish told me to stay away from him but I didn't listen to her. I don't want any friend who can't accept my truth. I just don't... Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
She was at the crossroad when a car sped towards her and in the flashes of seconds, it struck her like a thunderbolt. Her body bounced up in the air and then slammed on the rough surface of the metalled road with the elevated force.
She attempted to move up by herself but all her efforts went in vain. In no time, the hot-scarlet liquid began to ooze out profusely from her skull and hands.
Her inner self was experiencing a deep burning sensation where she had wounded herself. Before shutting her eyes down, she saw the people gathering around her and he was just there, struggling to reach her from the middle of the crowd.
"Prisha!!" She heard him calling her name last time.
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