The Last Note [ON HOLD]

21. HE WON!

Ajey's P.O.V:

I looked at the sun signing off for the day while I related my life with the lyrics of the song, as I heard Ye Tune Kya Kiya by Javed Bashir, playing on my airpods that were plugged into my ears. And the lyrics couldn't be more realistic, trust me.

Saari duniya se jeet ke main aaya hoon idhar...

Today, after completing twenty-four years of my life, I hold enough power to shut down the whole scene of the Indian social media. Call it boasting, but I almost entirely rule the Indian YouTube scene and noone could deny that fact, even though they hate to do it, including me.
I hold the power to ruin the whole career of an individual with just one phone call, even though I mostly choose not to.

But as the lyrics go,

Tere aage hi main haara kiya tune kya asar?

The real question was, even though I held the power to ruin everything, who held the power to ruin me? Who held the power to ruin Ajey Nagar?

And the answer was that noone but her, can only ruin me from inside and out, if she wanted to. What affect she has on me, even I don't know. Even the mention of her name holds the power to make me go entirely crazy for noone but her, and only her.

It was evening already now and the haldi function was over long back. I had my lunch and changed into a fresh pair of white kurta and jeans with the sleeves of the kurta folded upto my elbows, as I thought about the events that took place today.

Never in my twenty-four year long life, had I realised how much power a day holds to change almost everything in an individual's life.

Even though a certain day, seventeen years back, had changed my whole life in the blink of an eye, I was too small to realise it's power, back then. I was too busy grieving my own pains and fighting my own battles, to realise how everything had changed now.

Do not forget what were the circumstances when our families lost contact. And I assume that you have the hint from that, that you are forbidden to even be near my sister, forget having her as your life partner.

I recalled the words of Aakash Bhardwaj from the morning.

Whatever happened today had embedded in me wholly now. And if that wasn't going to help me to change things in my life for the good, it was useless, I concluded.

The weather had turned extremely chilly now and the winds were getting colder with each passing moment. There was noone present at the rooftop of the Bhardwaj House but me. I stared at the city moving like unstoppable winds, the cold and misty sunset was only adding up to my view.

This city is something, I tell you. Even though there is a lot much to my story in Lucknow, than just being here for an event, I still feel like an outsider who was never a part of this chaos.

A part of me doesn't ever want to leave this city again. Atleast not until she does, with me, back to Delhi. Well teachnically, I actually did leave a part of my heart here, seventeen years back itself.

I left it with her. For her to take care of it, until I returned. Atleast hoped to.

And I guess, she did that. Very very well.