The sky is fleeting ~| Short story |~

♥️Beautiful Bitch♥️

Aakash

Barefoot on the grass,
Listening to our favourite song.....

My breath hitched as the lyrics rolled out of my tongue. Suddenly I couldn't hear myself singing to the crowd. I couldn't hear the sound of thames under the bridge or the reverberating indistinct noises from the alleyway. I couldn't care less about if people were clinking the coins inside my guitar cover or if someone was smart enough to steal from my hard earnings. I stood behind the mic shivering in sync as she shivered under her heavy and expensive layers of clothing.

She was here. Blinding my senses. Again. It was unusually usual to have her listen to me sing on the Oxford street every morning. I didn't know her name but as soon as she came my mind always cursed 'bitch' and I have a good reason to call her that. Only that this bitch was beautiful. Way way way more beautiful than any woman I have ever come across. Well I have only come across girls trying to impress and one up one another. Who cracks the funniest jokes? Who wears branded clothes? Who has the most amazing foriegn travel stories? These games are all that teens do and I have always found myself more mature than people my age. Maybe my family history had me grow up earlier but I couldn't tolerate and keep up with Gen z trends ever.

And here was a woman, for the first time in my life, watching her did something to me. She never once glanced at me. Everyday she'd come and fold her hands and her eyes wandered to the flowing river and the hanging bridge. But I knew she was listening to my song. This is the reason I cursed at her because she always listened to my song for exact 90 seconds and she'd disappear from the crowd. Each and every time she'd leave me and my song hanging in the middle and rush away. What a disrespect to my art. My songs were original most of the times but once in a while when i needed more money I sang the songs of the artists people have already listened to. Strangely they were more willing to stand long enough for a song they can sing along to than a song they didn't know and wouldn't waste their time for. Today was one of those days I was singing 'Perfect' by 'Ed Sheeran' and hoping atleast she'd look my way once. I was singing for her.

I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect......

"Bitch!" My mind cursed but thankfully it didn't elope to the mic for everyone to hear. Before even I could complete the ending lines of the song, she'd left. Again.

But she always came back.

I knew she'd be here tomorrow morning in her classic formals, staring at the water flowing beneath the bridge and then flow out of my sight, leaving me wondering about why she can't just stay back one day to listen to my whole song. Her behaviour was constant atleast.

Another constant behaviour was of an elder man maybe in his fifties, who was decked up in a suit and tie with black ray bans, straight out of some bond movie except for his white hair. He'd always come ahead in the line of crowd and listen to me with a smile, snapping his fingers to the music and it was a delight to see him enjoy. He'd also leave me in the middle of the song though. But he atleast looked apologetic about it and drop me money in the guitar case with a pleasant smile plastered on his face.

So you see, it's not the action that hurt becuse both of them left and i understand people have their own errands to run and whatever they do in those high rise buildings to make money. They can't stand long but it was the elder man he respected my song and interactive even with a smile. On the contrary that woman whose name I don't know but I so wanted to stare in the depths of her eyes and know what she was seeing so intently everyday in the river. She was so infuriating sometimes and I was so infuriating to myself because why did it matter to me if she walked off without giving me something before i could complete the song. There were so many people who came and appreciated and yet I wanted her to stay longer. I didn't know since when she started coming but I began to notice her three weeks ago.

I don't deserve this but
She looks perfect tonight.....

I was still singing the end lines of the song and she wasn't here but I was still imagining her standing away at the back of the crowd listening still. She always wore her hair in a ponytail but in my imagination I could see the winds tickling her open hair and wondered how'd she look up close.

The outbreak of applause broke my train of thoughts as my fingers stopped strumming on the strings. People rushed to drop me coins and I sighed, crashing down to my reality.

Money was such a problem and no matter how many jobs I took up, I knew it wasn't enough to send to my family back in India and it wasn't enough to survive here in London and also save for my MBA. Mom didn't know I had dropped out and my time was limited. After two years I'll have to go back and if there's no degree I don't know if I'd be able to lie as efficiently in front of my mom as I do on the phone.

Some of the faces I knew at college in my initial days have already gone ahead with their studies and I have no friends in this city but I have made people happy on all my jobs. They are kind and because of all the smiles I share throughout my day, I don't feel alone in here. But during cold nights and weather when I can't step out, I did crave for company.

A small voice inside my head wanted her company.

I was waiting for the day she'd stay long enough so that I can speak to her. Ask her why she always leaves halfway through my music.

I was waiting to know her more.

Just as the skies of London waited for the rainshowers to begin.

Little did I know the wait will not be that longer than I expected.

Because a week from now, it was raining and I found myself drenched, standing at the front door of her house.

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How did this happen? I know I've updated in a full year but there was no motivation and then it finally came along because it is The_storyteller12's birthday again and I started this story for her specially so I thought it was time to return!

Happy birthday my doll❤️ Love you❤️

Okay so how did you think Aakash ends up at her door? And are you excited to meet Sagarika?

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Love always,

Sue❤️

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