bright, the journal

Bright

—— 11:57/October 27, 2025——
after the meeting with Meera, i just had enough strength to get myself inside the lift before i crumbled.

she looked so different, but how could he not recognise her at first glance. I wanted to blame the dim lights but i knew that her memories had faded.

She looked so pretty while smiling and her dimples were showing. Her hairs are a lot longer now, almost to her lower waist. I guess she finally she finally grew out of her 'I'm gonna keep my hairs short' phase, oh the amount of fights she had with her mom everytime she got a new haircut which used to happen every two months.

I took out my phone and typed her name of the search ig, it's been six months since i last opened her message, ofcourse they were in request box so she didn't knew I was always waiting for her messages, her complaints of not having enough time to read novels or her gibberish talk about how i and win should end up with eachother.

‘i cracked upsc brighttttttt. I AM AN IFS OFFICER.
haayee this is the best day of my life yet.’

she sounded so excited, too excited that she slipped her native language which does rarely. I was so happy for her.

I celebrated with Win for her that day because he was the only person who knew about her but stopped messaging after that day.

Are we lucky to meet?
Is my fate?

‘your neighbour is Meera!!’ I texted Win. He would have told me if he knew, i was sure of it.

He replied almost after an hour. ‘The Meera?’

‘Yes Saraleo’

‘You still have feelings for her?’

‘ofcourse.’

‘I'll look at her building residential information, but wait how do you know?’

i didn't replied so he double texted
‘You went to MY Home?’

‘I was tired and your house was closer.’

‘you just don't like your duties as CEO.’
win knows me too well, well he is my bestfriend afterall.
i replied with ‘🖕’  following my next message.

‘I need to see her.’

‘you are not allowed to be my roommate.’

‘I'll bring my things there.’

‘you have new drama coming soon and the shooting is far from where i live.’

‘should i cancel it?’

‘do you want to disappoint your fans?’

‘no’

‘that's what i thought.’

—— 08:15/ October 28, 2025 ——

I had been waiting for for almost half an hour when I saw her get out of the building.
she looked so great strutting out of her building. Her hairs were still a little wet but the locks formed were breathtaking.

She greeted her driver with that dashing smile but her dimple wasn't showing, she had only on dimple of left cheek which shows rarely when she is the happiest, she had told me that.

She was driving away and I was following her which was reckless but I had made up my mind yesterday, I needed to know where she worked, her embassy, where she eats, what she do.
I had been following her for almost 15 minutes when her car stopped suddenly and her driver got out.
He fumbled around with engine for few minutes, and walked away, maybe to find a machanic.
I was just few feets behind, I thought I should go talk to her and turned off the engine of my bike, she's my favourite baby.
Suddenly someone grabbed my wrist and my reflexes were to punch him and i did but he blocked it too. Being on motorbike put me on a great disadvantage.
I appreciate the concern of my manager to have a bodyguard now.