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

Chapter 8: Phone Number Scam (part 2)

I kept on wandering here and there till afternoon, but couldn't get a single chance to touch her phone. Eventually, God showed some softness on me and told Ginni masi to go to the kitchen. Ginni masi got some work to do in the kitchen. Fortunately, she left her phone on the sofa. The heart rejoiced the

moment, but not for a longer time. I took the phone in my hand and tried to open it. The phone asked for a password. I really got annoyed at that instance and once thought to crush the phone. But then I would have been left with no way of getting in touch with Alisha. So, I had to spare the phone, even if I
didn't want to.

I left the phone on the sofa and went away. The mind and heart were together being restless. I was afraid if I would be able to fetch Alisha's number. But what could I have done there? I just kept calm and looked for the right time. The charm was almost gone and what left was fear, fear of losing my love, fear of not seeing her again, fear of not loving anyone again.

The thoughts of dropping the mission had already started knocking my head. For a moment I felt like something is depluming me from inside. Later, I realised it was none other than me. I had completely lost myself.

So, basically, the scene was that then conscious part of the brain had resigned and the subconscious part was overruled by the heart. So, I was left with nothing rather following the commands of my heart, which told me to have faith in my love. I consoled myself saying, "Miracles do happen, in this era of sins."

I was at my favourite, lone survivors place, the balcony. The balcony was the only place where the solitary reaper of my thoughts got wings to fly. I communicated with the air and so did the complete environment to me. I never felt I was a guest in this world, while the balcony spoke to me. I was drifted to such an edge of life where there was no U-turn possible and here arrives the evidence for my words to be true. I said, "Miracles do happen these days either." But how could I forget that the thing happening to me was a miracle itself? Yes, it is true, "Love happens to be the only miracle, which more often hurts the heart."

I was talking to the air when suddenly my shoulders felt a hand over it. I promptly turned back to see the person. It was Navya. I relaxed and with a phoney gin on my face asked, "What's up.... Aaaa... Navya?"

Her voice wasn't at work but the smile of sarcasm tripped me into the situation.

Before discussing her issue, allow me to clear the confusion of your minds. First thing, Navya and Divya are not twin sisters and secondly, they don't play the character of a villain in this story. And as far as the incidents at that birthday party concerned, it was my foolishness or can better be called cowardliness. And when I was 11, my mom and dad had sent me to the hostel, and when I used to visit my home, Navya and Divya were the ones who used to visit me and show me love, and used to play with me. Actually we were not even cousins we were more like best friends.

Ok so, let's come back to the present. Navya's eyes were humid and I was not liking it. I asked, "What happened? Tell me..."

Her humid eyes looked out at nature. The voice was still forbidden. Then she shifted her eyes to the ground. Her nail was piercing the finger. She wanted to speak up but the voice was dragging the tears with it. I just held her hand and cut the thread that had attached the voice with the tears. I cued her to release herself and so she did. She took a deep breath and started disclosing the reason of her humid eyes.

She said, "I don't know why I am doing this? I ... I just..." she stopped. I again tried to fill some consolation as a fuel to her. I said, "What are you doing... this marriage? Aren't you happy?"

She bowed her head down and said, "That moron asked for a bike as dowry. We gave him and now he is being rude to me and all of us. He accused us saying that he had asked another model of bike and we gave him another, just to save money. Now you tell me how will I manage to survive my whole life with such a cheap man, who doesn't even know how to talk to a woman. You know Raj, the way he was talking to me, I felt like abusing him and just smashing him giving five or six or many punches on his face and
break his nose." Navya ended up with a loud voice. I looked around if anyone was spying at us and then said, "As far as I have heard about the bike conspiracy, he had demanded a bullet right."