THE WRONG PERSON

Love ends with hate.

We were on the bus, way to Delhi. I could not believe that he was sitting beside me. Everytime there were breaks, his arms would touch mine. I would get goosebumps and butterflies at the same time. It was already 8:00 PM and I was drowsy but I could not sleep due to all the bumps and breaks on the way. Plus my head needed a support to sleep. He saw that. He said, "Can't sleep Ha!" and gave a small smile. "Yes!" I said. "Come" he said and pulled my jacket towards him. My head landed on his shoulder. His hands were on my jaws and then patting my cheeks. Those butterflies wanted to Burst out of my stomach. My heartbeat increased. I thought 'HE IS SO FUCKING COMFORTABLE!' and I slept. After approximately 30 minutes, I woke up due to sudden brake. My head was about to hit the front seat, but he managed to put his hand between the front seat and my head. His hand was hurt. I held it to see, but he was looking at me. He might not even know that he is hurt. He again did the same thing. Pulled me towards him, and patted my cheeks to put me in sleep. I again woke up slowly only to see that his hands were covering me. I was sleeping on his left shoulder. His right arm was on my left shoulder (almost hugging me).His head resting on my right shoulder. I tilted my head to see him. We were so close that I could smell his Cologne. I could feel his breath on mine. Our lips were so close that ONE break could make us kiss.But I made my head down in such a way that I could see his black Tshirt. His lips were near my forehead. DAMN! it was a break. He accidentally kissed my forehead. I regret putting my head down. It was supposed to be my lips not forehead! 'I am so sorry!' he exclaimed but I pretended to sleep so he kissed my forehead again! Not by mistake this time. He kept his hand on mine now. I was sleeping in such a way that he could now see my neck. He couldn't control himself. He allowed his hands to run through my neck. I sighed. I opened my eyes to see him. He was glancing at my body. He seemed to want all of me. He couldn't stop staring at my lips now. He wanted to taste them. He came closer and closer. I closed my eyes to feel that moment. I could almost feel his lips on mine.  "Almost". Then, *break* Our foreheads collided. "Ouch!'' we both said at the same time. All the eyes on the bus were at us. We quickly moved away from each other. He moved back and slept facing the window.
And I was wondering that, if there was a break, weren't our lips supposed to collide instead of forehead?
I did not try to sleep on his shoulder again.
3:00 AM, i could still not sleep. I wanted him so bad! I was feeling uncomfortable. He could sense it even in his sleep. He did that. Again.
But this time, he kept his head on mine. I wanted to scream loud.
I could not control myself. I wrapped my arms around his. Trust me, that was the best sleep I've ever had in my life. I woke up at 7:30, the sight was beautiful. The sun rays kissing his cheeks, he gradually opens his eyes. His brown eyes were now shining and looking more bright. I was staring at him.

But, things went really down from that morning.
He didn't look at me. He didn't even smiled at me.
I tried to hold his hand, but he gave me a disgusting look. I was broken.
The moment we reached Delhi, we made a stop at a "Dhaba" where I called my best friend, Vedika. I cried my heart out on the call.
I sobbed a lot. I said, "there are plenty of things to play with, i don't know why he wanted to play with my heart?" She found this line funny. She told me to forget about this. But I could not! I cried a lot in the washroom. When I came out, my eyes were swollen. He saw this. If he can read my mind when I needed his shoulder, i am definitely sure he can see these eyes, and the pain beneath them, and the reason for them being swollen. When he saw my eyes, he felt pitty. But didn't say anything. After that, the whole journey went quiet. He didn't even ask me if I was ok. It looked like that night was just a game for him. I had no other option but to sit beside him as all other seats were full and nobody was ready to switch. I laid on the chair of bus with my face facing him, but his; facing the window. A tear peacefully rolled my cheek while looking at him. I've had lost every hope from him.

That was the end of journey. We reached home. I was happy that I won't have to see him again. But Destiny had other plans ready for me.
"Hi" a text came. It was him.
"hi" I replied.
Him: whatsup?
Me  : Good.
Him: Good? Okay..
Me  : Hmmm... Let me get straight. That night, did you feel anything?
Him: No. I am sorry. I didn't. That was just..
Me  :Timepass?
Him: NO NO NO! it was not timepass. I don't know how to explain what I am feeling.
Me  : You don't even have to. I got my answer.
Him: ok
Me  : Bye
Him:bye? You don't want to talk?
Me  : Is there anything left? Anyways I got some work to do, so gotta go. Bye.
Him: Ok bye
That was the last conversation we had.