After 3 years of her beloved Rahul Jaykar's tragic 'suicide' , Aarohi was believed to have moved on from the trauma by the people. Or can I say she pretended to have moved on and living happily? She focused on her career, worked hard , smiled all t...
What am I even doing with my life! Neither I'm able to keep myself happy nor Aarohi. She was hospitalised because of me and how coward of me, I didn't even visit her.
Its been days and I'm just wandering here and there aimlessly. No one even recognises me now! I think the name- Rahul Jaykar is long gone!
Tringgg...my phone rang. "Hello, yes dad?"
"Rahul, did you check the new article about Aarohi?" He sounded tensed.
Something was weird. "No, what is it about?" I asked curiously.
"Just check it up online"
"Ok" I hung up the call immediately and opened my social media hurridly.
""Aarohi Shirke looking disguised at the streets of mumbai! Fans concerned about their favourite star! Is it Aarohi Shirke? Aarohi looked nervous about getting caught! Aarohi shirke spending *me-time* ! ""
"What the.... how irritating these media and articles are! They can't let a celebrity live their own life peacefully. What's so wrong about taking out time for yourself?" I snapped looking at the phone screen.
"But....wait.." Something didn't feel right about those photos.
"why does she look so scared? I mean she must have been used to the cameras by now. Then why she looks like she didn't want to face camera?" That question made sense.
"Was she hiding something? What was her actual purpose of wandering alone?"
"Did she..look for me?" I questioned to myself. "But no! How's it possible? I'm sure Vivek and Sehgal uncle must have convinced her that, that day it wasn't me. She mistook someone for me. Yes. It can't be true. I'm just being unreasonable." I convinced myself but a part of my heart still wondered if what I was analysing was true.
Because Aarohi was not someone who easily believed someone if she had a doubt about something.
She's a stubborn lady.
I still remember the day she was ready to quit her career because of me. Because I was feeling uneasy and jealous. She loved me so much!
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But I really hope my theory is wrong. She shouldn't waste her time on something as impossible as this. I can't face her right now. I'll just wait for the right time. Amd there's no way she'll ever come here at such a cringe place to find me right? If she'd have a doubt..she'll go to dad's house from where I have already moved.
Aarohi:
The address those girls told me took me to some outer undeveloped area of mumbai.
"I doubt he'll be staying here" I said to myself as it really was a cringe place. The roads were unfinished. The buildings looked like they could collapsed any time. "I mean... how could anyone survive here?"
The waste was dumped on road with flies flying around it. Children were playing around naked with dust and severe rashes on their body.
"No Aarohi. Don't get distracted. Its possible he's here. This is the best place to hide from the people who could possibly recognise him."
"Hey be..autifuu..ul" a strange drunk voice came from behind me. I looked back and it was some drunkard creep who reeked of alcohol. He was staring at me wierdlywith his partially closed eyes.
"Wh...."
I was about to say something when he brought one of his arms forward and tried to touch me.
I immediately snapped his hand away and slapped him hard accross his face. Since he didn't look much conscious previously too..he immediately fell on the ground and went unconscious.
Some people sneeked from their windows and some pedestrians looked at me and exchanged strange glances.
They looked like they don't allow someone like me to be here..as if I don't belong here.
I felt weird.
But that was not important. I had to find Rahul.
I went around asking people about him showing his pictures. Most of them didn't reply, some men looked at me in a strange way, and some replied with *obviously* NO!
I was still wearing mask and goggles so I didn't understand the reason so many people were staring at me.
I was feeling really awkward in that environment.
I spent some more time or should I say wasting my time among those strange people who couldn't stop staring.
Feeling tired I sat on a creaky old wooden bench which was too dirty to sit on. But I had no other option and I had to rest since I couldn't feel my legs. I rested there for a while. I blinked my eyes a few times to keep myself from sleeping.
My eyes went wide open when I felt someone bumped into my leg. I saw a little kid running..... with my purse?! Oh Yes. My bag was being stolen. I got up hurriedly and started running after him. But he ran faster than I could imagine.
"Thief Thief ..someone catch him please" I kept shouting but no one seemed to care. No one came forward to help. I was feeling helpless. My phone was also in the bag. I couldn't even call the police. I was about to give up when I saw someone running forth me after that kid thief.
A ray of hope enlightened me. "At least someone is humane here" I said to myself almost out of breath.
I bent forward holding my knees breathing heavily and I saw a pair of shoes stopping before me.
I straightened up to thank him and the person before me was...."RAHUL?" As soon as I called the name..he tensed up and started running away giving me his back.
I was doubtful before as he had his face covered with a hankey..but since he ran away I was dead sure it was Him. It was Rahul. I saw him. He was just in front of me. I started tearing up. I followed him. I kept shouting his name. I ran behind him through all the narrow streets.
My sight was blurred due to all the tears and I had no energy left in me. I wanted to keep following him with all my heart but I couldn't. I just couldn't. My body didn't support me as much as my heart did. I couldn't breathe due to all the running.
Soon, he disappeared right infront of my eyes. I was crying for him. I kept repeating his name. I wished he would appear but he didn't. Why? Why did he avoid me? Why did he run away? Why couldn't I reach to him? What was happening? Why was feeling so helpless?
