Yuvaan was sitting in his cabin shaking his leg in nervousness.
It had been almost a week since the post office authorities informed him that the parcel was received.
'Did she not read them? Did she not recognise? Did she throw them away? Or burned them? Did she recognise who wrote those and was disgusted by him now? He wrote a lot in those.'
His thoughts started going haywire. Drinking a lot of water he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"It's okay Yuvaan. It's just been a week. Maybe usse time nhi mila hoga padhne ka. There were 108 letters."
He knew the number was divine. And it was purely a coincidence that when he started numbering them they ended at 108.
Prisha reached home. She wass early today. There wasn't much work in the office. She decided to rest for some time before dinner.
She opened her almirah to take out her clothes to change into when her eyes fell on the box.
She took it out and out it on the bed. She then came out of the washroom after changing and sat down pulling the box close to her.
Her mother knew about them and her father won't enter without knocking. So she was safe.
She opened the letter numbered #6.
Prisha,
It's been five months since I have known you. And I want to know you even more.
But right now I wish I could be there for you.
I was there in the ground when you confessed your feelings for that Rajat. My heart broke seeing your adoration filled eyes for him.
Then he opened his mouth and I was enraged. Every word he spoke about you, to belittle you made me want to kill him. This is not me! I was never a violent person.
But seeing those tears in your eyes, something triggers in me. I love how you stood up for yourself and confronted him. Kept your dignity. Did not cry in front of him.
But I also knew the moment you are alone you're going to cry. And you did.
I followed you inside the building. I followed you until you locked yourself in the washroom and cried your heart out.
I was there. Standing just outside wishing I could do something about it. Do something to console you. Hug you, hold you, kiss you. Just something to make you stop crying over that asshole.
I wish I could do something to make that bastard pay for each tear you shed.
I wish Prisha. I wish!
Prisha was shocked. This by far was the most intense letter he had written. Something about his words made her heart sour with an unknown emotion. And emotion she couldn't recognise yet.
Someone had loved her so much at such an age. Someone felt emotions so strong and intense for her. She remembered how much she had cried over that stupid Rajat.
She cried in her mother's embrace telling her everything. Her mother had hid her in her arms and consoled her for long until she slept.
Keeping a hand on her pounding heart she put the letter back and picked up the next one. #7
Hi Prisha,
Today is the best day! I saw you smile. And God that smile!
Yesterday you cried a lot because of someone very unimportant (I am not jealous).
I knew I had to do something. I couldn't sleep the whole night. When you came to the school your eyes red puffy and tired and I had to do something. So when you were out I sneaked a chocolate in your bag.
Break mai when you saw it you smiled so big hugging that chocolate that it made my day. It made my year. It made my entire fucking life!
Prisha stopped. It was Him! She thought it was her mother who put it there. But no! It was him. A sudden urge to find out who he was sprang in her heart and she read further.
Also there's a rumour going on that Rajat had an accident and fell of his bike and broke his arm. That's true! He did fall off his bike and break his arm but it wasn't an accident.
*Wink*
She gasped. Oh my God! She then giggled. She knew it was wrong and he could have been charged with serious offences but knowing that someone was looking out for you like the men in her books did made her giddy.
She put the letter back and hugged the pillow to her herself hiding her giggling face in it.
"Who are you? Ab toh mujhe tumse milna hai. Kya aaj bhi tum mere liye yahi feel krte ho? Or something more?"
She whispered to her own self and read a few more letters which were his general daily diary telling her about him and his feelings.
The next night too she sat with the box and picked up the next letter numbered #15
Hi Prisha,
I am so so so happy today. I think I might be flying. You talked to me twice. TWICE! I still can't believe it. Like tum sach mai mere paas aayi and talked to me. ME!
Once for asking me whether my work was complete and asking for my notebook. I am keeping this notebook forever.
And dusri baar in the break. You got cookies which you were giving to everyone in class.
You offered me also one. And that was the best thing I have ever had.
Tumne jo banayi thi.
And just so you know I am grinning so hard right now. I am going to think about this whole month now.
Prisha smiled reading it. Funny how her little acts impacted someone so much. It felt weirdly happy that someone was affected by her moods.
And it was even more unbelievable that a boy of 15 years of age had such strong emotions towards her.
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