Only You.....Just You.....

Chapter 2: My Mom

So finally we reached my home which is in Sadashivnagar. My father didn't like the apartment culture and so he decided not to buy any other property, just a piece of land would be enough to build his dream home. He had invested all his wealth, which he had earned throughout his life being a doctor to build the house and this is why he says, "I can lose my life with a smile but even a single stray mark on my house feels me like a pin pierced in my heart."

We were standing at the door and were waiting for it to be opened, which was definitely not gonna happen until someone knocked at the door or rings the doorbell. We were standing in three rows. The first row from the door consisted of me and Alisha, while in the second row was standing Ginni masi with Ishaan in her hands. And the driver was standing right behind her.

My eyes were still searching for love in that of hers. Meanwhile, the driver continued smirking over the situation. After a few moments of my friend-zoned love, at first
sight, the only person, who felt awful for my status, was Ishaan. Ishaan started crying and Ginni masi got annoyed, said, "Why isn't somebody opening the door?"

The driver instantly replied, "Because the geniuses standing in front of the gate hasn't knocked the door yet." and smirked again. I looked at him with intense hatred. I turned back and approached the doorbell, but the doorbell was far from the catch of my hands and so before I could take a step forward in doing so, Alisha pressed the doorbell and looked at me with a sober smile. I don't know why, but I felt like I had ruined the whole scenario. I think I was being cheesy with her, or I was actually being cheesy and didn't realize it.

After a few seconds, my mom opened the door. We both were standing right in front of the door. My mother's eyes got bugged out at the view. She saw her son standing on the door with a smile full of nervousness, which generally happens at a situation you know very frankly.

But this wasn't the end of drama. Yet the scene was converting into the entry of the bride in her husband's house. Ughhh... I can't believe I was so stupid at that time.

But this was what actually had happened that time, I can't change the sad truth. Both of us kept our right leg forward and stepped into the house at the same beat. My mother had really interpreted the scene in the way I told you. And to be very honest, somehow, I too had imagined it in the same way. Alisha was in a red bridal dress and I was in the dress of an Indian groom, as seen by my mother. She was still bugging at us ever after we were in the house. Coincidently both of us leaned down to take the blessings of my mother and this coincidence had almost converted the misconception into reality for my mother. We moved ahead and sat on the sofa. My mother's eyes were still searching for that invisible bond between me and Alisha, sadly which wasn't there at that time.

My mother was startled by a push given by her sister, i.e. Ginni masi. She asked, "What happened?" through her gestures. "Nothing," she said and invited them in. The driver too came in and took a seat on the chair kept near the TV. My mom filled the gap on the sofa between me and Alisha. I shot myself dead, in my mind. "This is Alisha, I told you about her this morning." Ginni masi introduced
her to my mom. "Hello Aunty," she said with a pretentious smile on her face. My mom too replied with the same expressions. My mom and Ginni masi started talking to each other and my eyes got busy in tracing myself in Alisha's eyes. While she was busy watching TV and listening to the talks between my mother and Ginni masi, not even for a single time she looked at me. It was the moment, I realized it was just a first-look crush as all the boys have on the girls. It was the time when I realized, I was being extra cheesy with her. I really felt bad about myself, and somewhere deep inside I thought, this is not me and this was when I decided not to make more efforts to Impress her.

But after some minutes later, Ginni Masi said, "Ah....! I'm so tired, Raj can you make tea for us please.....it's been a while since I've drank your hand made delicious tea". "Wow.....!! You know how to make tea" Alisha exclaimed. I grinned and in the next nano-second before my voice could come out of my vocal cord, mom said, "The best tea you would have ever had."