Tired of pacing in the room in the heavy bridal attire, she sat down at the end of the large bed at the center of the room. Suddenly she was reminded of the first night of her first wedding. Manish's cousin sisters had made her sit in the new bride...
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I decided to put aside my laptop. I was trying to complete my application form for a masters degree in India, preferably in Mumbai. The same city that Harshit was in. The application was left half done because my stupid head was stuck at my cute,sweet and adorable man!
Uff, Harshit! This man was going to be death of me. I loved him more than anything and for a really long time now. I was very well aware for equally long time that I would need to put in a lot of hard work to make him realize and reciprocate my feelings.
Despite being the very likeable and pretty girl of my every class, I had fallen for Harshit who lived miles away from me. Maybe that's how destiny worked!
Moving here in Dubai was the hardest for me in my family. Mom had her own issues while settling in but she had some family and they helped us all. Dad was more than happy to have a high paying job and a better position at work. For my older brother as well, it was sort of easy - he had already completed high school when we moved. So, he was excited to be in a new country and enter college here.
For me, changing schools at the tender age of twelve and adapting to a completely new environment was very rough. From being ignored in the school as a new girl to learning a new language, everything was tough to say the least. Learning Arabic was necessary as it was a mandatory course at school. But more than that, the course for my grade was at a reasonably advanced level.
Therefore, I had to work really hard to be at par with my class children. I did it with determination in my head that I was more than the girl who could get bullied at school easily. I would think to myself that I need to shine through the grades in school in order to warm to other children in my class. And one day, I succeeded at it. I got good grades in my class work and made a lot of friends. I even joined a dance class with some of the school friends. That helped a lot with warming up to the new environment overall.
I would initially miss my old school, my friends and my school van partner, Harshit. He was adorable even as a boy and whenever we played together with other children of our residential community, him and I ended up on the same team.
Slowly and steadily, I had found comfort in exchanging emails with him. They were just forwards at the beginning and then developed into quick hi/hello emails where we found it very fancy to send emails. We would meet every year during my summer vacation when we were in India to meet our relatives. My cousins, Harshit and I would enjoy sneaking out on hot summer days to get a kulfi or two each.
I realized my feelings for him one summer when I was still a teenager and brushed it off for a long time thinking its just infatuation and nothing more than that. Harshit and I would share a lot with each other specially after his mother passed away suddenly. He was grieving and honestly I was affected by Harshit's trauma over aunty's loss. Aunty was a very gentle soul and I vividly remember playing in her lap and complaining to her about her youngest son when he troubled me.
