ZDMN GALA (CELEBRATION OF ZDMN )

day 24 os by @kriya0004 aka kriya

Kismat

Monami took the flat black framed glasses in her hands and looked at them for a while before gritting her teeth and put them back into their box. She then threw the box deep into the drawer and closed it back with one hand.

She has been wearing these glasses for the past three years. Although she wasn't short- sighted, she still wore them for three years, just because the frame was the same as his.

After her College graduation, she was impulsive enough to run all over the city. searching for a similar pair. She wanted the same frame as the one he wears.

She couldn't understand for the life of her why she was so obsessed.

Maybe just because he was her first love? No, That's not what it should be called, it was more like secret feelings buried deep into her heart, you could say it was a first time crush.

Moreover, this was the only love affair she had in all her 24 years of living.

After graduation, she hadn't seen him for three years.

Yesterday was actually the first time she met him after such a long time. Karan, the boy she fell in love with at the same time as her best friend, Shaifali.

The first to confess always wins, Shaifali revealed her feelings to her first, so Monami could only bury hers. She still kept them hidden to this day.

Karan had changed his glasses, yet, she was still wearing the exact same frame as the one he had back then.

The scene of their reunion was not very exciting.

He seemed to be taller and stronger, but he was still fair-skinned and gentle. Even surrounded by a big crowd, Monami could still recognize him from his back at first glance.

He did not know that she had been in love with him, and she did not know whether he could even still recognize her.

The answer was yes.

He turned around, looked right into her eyes, warm as it felt back then, he greeted her:

"What a coincidence, hum itne saalon baad phir se yun aise mile…. Kitne saalon baad ek doosre ko dekha Hain nahi. " he said.

Monami suddenly felt very nervous.

She subconsciously used her index finger to push back the glasses on the bridge of her nose, which was also his habitual movement.

She was a little uncomfortable, afraid of being seen through by him, so she tried to maintain a natural expression, seemingly relaxed, and replied: "Haan, sach me.. what a coincidence."

"How have you been these last three years?"

"I have been fine."

"Yahan aas pass shopping kar rahi ho?"

"Nahi, main bs.. just dropping by after an interview."

"Oh, kaisa gya interview? did it go well?"

"It was alright, but I don't know."

Their conversation seemed a bit boring, and she tried to think of a better way to answer him: "Anyway, main bs news ka wait karungi."

"Yeah."

He kept looking at her, with a gentle and warm look making her heart pound in her chest.

She warned herself to wake delusions. up from her

The reunion didn't bring any more interactions; she said a hasty goodbye without saying more than a few words.

He didn't ask for her contact information nor did she ask for his.