Love never ends

Waiting in your love

"Chhote,how long would you wait for her? She is now someone's else's. She will never come back to you. Donot you know she hates rich people. She thinks rich people can do anything by their power. Mostly are Playboy"said Anjali Rathore,the elder sister of Arnav Singh Raizada,married to Kunal Rathore..

"Di,my heart tells me,one day she will come. One day she would understand that not everyone is same. Her views on me will change"said ASR with a tone that said no more discussion on this matter.

Anjali sighed. She was tired. Her brother deserves happiness,and Khushi is not worth it. She could not even see the honest love her brother has for her.

How she wished Arnav had not gone to Dehradun for that one year as an exchange student..

Flashback
Arnav Singh Raizada,the son of famous industrialist Arvind Singh Raizada,had left his posh college in Delhi and had arrived in Dehradun,as an exchange student. In fact he had come there to find a little peace before he took over his father. He was a fashion designer. He wished to start his own firm.  Yet his father was not in favour of it. They had a small argument and he applied for that exchange student thing. And here he was,in Dehradun,without knowing anyone,anything. Thank God the University gave him hostel to live..

Keeping his small backpack in the room,he went out,in search of market. He needed to buy his daily necessities,from soap to sheets. As he walked down,he followed the crowd,marking landmarks for easy return. Picking up his phone he messaged his mother about his safety and walked towards the nearby market..

There he saw her. Standing infront of that flower shop,smiling and talking ten to dozens. She was not beautiful,not in a way he had seen before. Her beauty was more natural,like the forests of Dehradun,like the flowing river,like the clouds. Something so in harmony with nature. It felt like she was a flower blooming in the valleys of the beautiful place. He stood mesmerized..

She had walked away. Someone bumped into him and he came back to sense. He looked here and there searching for her. Yet she had left. He walked towards the flower shop. The florist was a kind old woman. He smiled. She smiled back. He picked up a bunch of red roses. Donot know why,but red reminded him of her. She was like the red rose,so ethereal,so divine..

"Umm.. Ma'am,the girl just now..Who was she?"he asked..

The old lady looked at him with scrutiny. But seeing the clear eyes,she told him,her name was Khushi,an orphan girl living by herself..He smiled and gave the old lady her price,for the roses and left the bunch for her too. She smiled at the silly boy,first love..

Khushi..He uttered the name,tasting it. It felt like she was the vibrant colour in his black and white world. He was hit with inspirations,when he thought of her. He walked back. Without buying anything lost. Reaching his room,he picked the pencil and sketchbook from his backpack and began drawing. After three designs he came to sense..

Then he again walked out,while the sun was setting,colouring the whole city in red. He bought his necessary items and some food to eat as dinner.

Next day he walked towards the college. There he saw her,laughing with some friends,her books hold close to her bosom. Her long hair dancing wildly. Her bare face little red due to cold,lips had some cracks. He looked down. Her shoes were old,dress had lints too. She must be working hard to support herself,he thought..Her books were old. Yet she hold them carefully..She must love reading..

He walked towards the office of the principal. After doing formalities he went to his class. But all his mind was on her. In a few days,he learnt,she was a junior student. She lived with some friends in a shared place.

From then on,began his journey of silently loving her. He wrote letters for her,kept them in her books,inside her lockers. He kept flowers in her locker, chocolates too. Yet never came infront. He had noticed,she hated rich people. She was a child of a soldier. Her parents died saving someone,yet they were not even ceremated properly. Her friends were mostly from middle class..

Then he saw him,Arnav Malhotra,proposing her,quitely,inside the empty classroom. He stood outside the window watching her accepting him. She needed someone,may be Arnav Malhotra will keep her happy,safe. His one year was coming to end. He left,with a lot of her photos as memories..

His sister knew. After his parents'untimely demise,he had confessed to her,about his love,when she had pressure him for wedding. She had told him,to move on. Even found many to date. But something in his heart told him,to wait..

And wait he did. For eight years..

Flashback ends