The Shy Extrovert

Chapter 7

Finally it is weekend. It's March and Ashu's favorite festival holi is round the corner. It feels weird how I left my life and dreams and is settling up for setting my best friend's life back on track. I know it is difficult but I will do this because he deserves to live the best. I have decided to throw a holi party at Samarpan. Ashu will be alright, I am determined to make him alright.

I am at his place and entered his room. It was dark and lights were off, he had not shaved for months and keeps on talking to Vrishti's photographs. Seeing him like this, I felt for a moment that I was more in love with him. I could not control my emotions flowing out of my eyes. I was in love with his love for Vrishti. That is spiritual, divine and something unnatural.

I have been thinking all this time he would come out of this trauma but I was wrong. He was a kind of comfortable in his darkness. I had to work on two fronts now. Make his business back to pinnacle and bring him back to spicy argumentative conversations where he would hate me for pulling his leg and I would hate him for teasing me and we both would laugh our lungs out. I was missing him. I was missing us. The memories were haunting me and I was more determined and dedicated to make everything alright. I can. I will.

Holi party set. Guests are invited and arrangements are done. I somehow managed to bring him to the lawn at party but he is still not heartily enjoying the party. I asked the disc jockey to play his favorite songs. They played "balam pichkari" as I threw a bucket full of water over him. He is still irresponsive, lost in his own world. This was my red alert and I have decided to seek medical help for him. It is high time.

Nine months have passed and a lot happened these days. I am here for an award function where Divyashree is being awarded as best event management group. Turnovers are better than ever and everyone is enjoying the peak of the company. It is New Year's Eve and we are celebrating a yearly turnover of 25 billion USD. I am still trying to cope with rich society norms as this al is not mine it belongs to Ashish. This is his and I am dying to hand over to him. "Congratulations Miss Thakur!"A voice came from behind. I turned to see and what I saw was a real surprise. I could not believe my eyes to see ashu there and that too with his genuine shy smile. "Handle your responsibilities. I am tired." I winked and said to Ashu. "I don't know how to thank you." He said with a sort of discomfort. "You don't need to. You are so useless. Who does this to himself? You forgot your responsibilities for a girl. I know you loved her and she loved you too but that doesn't mean that you would leave living. Who does this? Tell me. Answer me stupid." I cried. He hugged me and we started laughing.