Anshu’s POV
When I saw her crying, I realized that I reacted out of anger and she may felt terrible. At least she needed comfort at that time, but here I’m making every second of the journey terrible and vulnerable.
When I saw her for the first time at the Manjeri bus stand, I felt she was helpless and miserable. That’s why I accompanied her throughout the journey. But her friend was really into something, I knew that I always created a crush on ladies but this is too much. She always created some awkward moments where I wonder how they become friends when both of them seemed like poles apart.
She was very worried throughout the journey, adding to that her mom seemed to be calling her all time. I think she was more worried because her favorite daughter had gone away and didn’t reach home at night.
I didn’t have any friends to meet at Mannarkkad, I lied to them so that I could accompany them and make sure that they reached home safely especially her. She seemed to like that girl who lived in a prestigious family who didn’t let her go anywhere, all the innocence can be seen in her behavior, I was observing her a lot throughout the journey. She made me remind of someone. I felt a connection with her, all innocence, and helpless attitude made me more concerned and attracted to her.
When that idiot touched her, I felt furious, how could he try to harass her? I may have killed that bastard. But the label “my girl” that I gave her at that moment made me shocked. I never mentioned anyone like that in my entire life. But my anger was a little bit harsh, she seemed to be frightened by my attitude and her eyes started to well up.
It made me disturbed, at least I made her cry. I gave her a kerchief. She wiped out her tears and looked at me. Oh god, those eyes, those hold magic, how could someone looks so innocent when they start to cry?
“Hey I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have scolded you for something someone else did.”, I said looking deeply into her eyes.
“No, you were right. I should be bolder than I’m. but you know what I didn’t have any chance to be myself, I didn’t have the option to choose what I love to do. My whole life is just like some Barbie movie who could only sit there and pretend like she is having the best time of her life when others are making her life decisions. The only thing that I do is let others live my own damn life.”
She started to cry like she was sniffling and tears were falling from her eyes. I could relate to her, I mean I know someone I cared for who let such things happen in her own life and ended up damaging her life. All those memories started to come back and I felt miserable about how she is living her life.
“Look I know it’s not my place to say anything about your life but you know what you shouldn’t let this happen. I know you girls have little space and power in your own life, especially in our community; but let me be honest, I know someone who was just like you, she cared about everyone but not herself, she wanted to be something else but all the family pressure made her someone else, then too she tried to survive, she always tried to wear a fake smile to protect the prestigious image of the family but hardship and torture was more than to bear, and at last she surrender herself.”
“And where is she now”, her curious eyes met mine.”
“Nowhere..”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean she is no more”, a single tear fell out from my eyes, then I realized I cried, for the first time after all these years. I never cried for her, not even in front of my mom. And for the first time in my entire life, I cried that too in front of someone I just met, crazy right?
Suddenly the announcement which said the next stop would be kalladikode was announced. She picked up her backpack and stand from her seat. Before going she stopped at me.
“It’s ok to cry sometimes”, she said with a smile and got off the bus. I also got off the bus. Her father was waiting for her in his car, so she walked towards the car and got in. I was standing there, but before going she smiled at me, which made the whole scene more serene.
AT HOME
I reached home late, it was pretty late. My mom opened the door.
‘Where were you? I called a million times but no sir never picked up my call.’ She was furious but my mom couldn’t hold it any long. I smiled at her and went straight to my room. All the incidents of today went through my mind like it was a roller coaster. Aysha and the influence she made on me. I drifted to sleep by thinking about her.
2:00 pm
I opened my eyes and I was panicked, it was almost noon. Oh god how could I sleep this much, I’m an idiot. I got up quickly and ran towards the washroom.
I got ready within fifteen minutes and when I came downstairs, my mom was making something for lunch’ she said the lunch was ready, but I was not hungry, so I took an apple and ate it. Then I ran.
‘What happened to you? Is there any interview that you need to attend?’, Mom was calling out but I was not in the mood to answer that.
When I reached there it was just 4:00 pm, I need to wait for another hour, so I ate lunch and wait for someone who becomes important to me within one day.
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So today I'm going to reveal my AyshuAnd our hero
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A Manjeri Love Story
RomanceWhat happens when two diffrent people collide in an unexpected scenario.. Will they fall in love or will they go in their ways.. ***************************************** Here comes Ayshu and Anchu to make their own love story in Majerian atmosphere...