Our Designed Love

CHAPTER-11

"The first thing we'll do is, eat some cookies."
His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Can you ever just stop thinking about cookies? We are going to New York, not to some bakery shop!"
I told him with an annoying expression.

"You are my personal sweetest bakery shop! Do you know that Shyla Gilbert?"
His little smirk and not so flirty lines made me laugh out loud like always.

He joined me and soon the room was filled with laughter and happiness on the expectations of our dreams which will finally come true in some days.

"We are moving to New York together. Our dreams are finally coming true. We both are happy. Can life get any better?"

I said as my eyes looked at him and sparkled with tears. Tears of happiness.

"New York is gonna be better with you. So much better."
He said as his lips touched my forehead leaving a comforting imprint on it.
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A small chuckle left my mouth when I remembered those days. Those days when our mind and heart both were filled with dreams being completely unaware of the bitter reality which was going to hit us. The reality which hit us in such a way that everything, every dream and every heart was destructed. The reality which shattered me in every way possible. The reality which made me realise that no matter how well planned you make your life, it can never be predictable.

Sitting on a small bridge way outside the resort, facing towards the beautiful beach, my mind is playing games with me by making me remember every little detail about the past. There is the sun who is still sleeping and there is me who came here to watch the sunrise as my eyes were not able to catch an hour of sleep after what happened yesterday in the club.

Only the thought of that moment is enough to get me goosebumps all over my body. Several questions revolving around my mind is making my whole body restless. Linda and Ave who spent almost 3 hours yesterday night comforting me to sleep are asleep now in the room. The two people whom I watch everyday working their asses off, are here to enjoy their vacation and there is no way I have the right to ruin it for them just because of my own problems.

I don't want to make them feel that I am deeply bothered by that incident. I decided to remain as cool as possible in front of them even if I would die inside. I will never let all these things ruin their peace.

I don't have any idea what kind of game my life is playing with me right now. No matter how much I want to distance myself from the past, it just keeps following me everywhere.

"There is a saying that the older you get, the fewer hours of sleep you need. So how old are you to not sleep at this hour?"
A very familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned around to see the same person who invented a new nickname for me yesterday.

I smiled a little and replied-
"That's a very strange way to ask someone's age. By the way people ask for names first. You are the first person who is asking my age"

"Well Evan Kavinsky is different from people then." He replied with a little smirk plastered on his lips.
Evan Kavinsky. His name. I think I have heard it somewhere before but I can't remember where and when.

"Hello Mr. Kavinsky! Shyla Gilbert here. Nice to meet you again."

"Same here. Mind if I sit down here for a while and interfere in your personal space a bit?" He said pointing towards the space beside me as I smiled and nodded my head in response.

He sat down beside me, not so close but close enough to let me smell his euphoric perfume which felt like heaven.

We both maintain the silence as the sound of the whole Island waking up made its way towards us. The sun was finally getting up and the sound of birds was filling up the whole environment.