They say that love stories are made when the stars align. Everything falls into place and two hearts come together like pieces of puzzle.
But what if these two stars are on different skies. From where they can see each other, even cross each other's...
Karan reached home to find Monami sitting in his room, with his mom, Reena and some other ladies.
She was still shaken and had probably cried a bit, her eyes looked a bit swollen.
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"Tum theek ho?" Karan asked, with a terrible urge to hug Monami. Monami just nodded her head in a yes but was too full of emotions to speak. She needed the hug too. Karan needed to take her away to a place where they are alone.
"Maa main Monami ko ghar chhod ke aata hoon. Monami tum change kar lo." Karan said.
"Police ko inform nahi karna?" Yashoda asked.
"Nahi maa. Please. I don't want dad to know about this. He will get stressed." Monami requested.
"Un ladkon ko main dekh loonga. Jo kiya unhone uske baad bach ke nahi jayenge. Par pehle Monami ko wahan pahuncha doon jahan wo safe feel karti hai" Karan was firm.
Reena spoke up then. "Kya karoge Karan? Tumhara gussa pata hai humein. Behtar hai police ko deal karne do. Khud madam ka hero banne ke chakkar mein phas mat jaana"
"Tere saath badtameezi karte to bhi main yahi karta. Monami ke saath jo Kia uski sazaa wo zaroor bhugtenge." Karan was defensive but was careful too. He didn't want Reena's truth to be out this way - in front of everyone and at that moment when Monami was anyways troubled. ————————————-
Monami was changing back in Karan's room. Her clothes were kept on a table in Karan's room. And a part of her clothes was stuck in the drawer below. As Monami opened the drawer she noticed many MBA school brochures and cut outs in the drawer.
As she removed her garba attire and looked at her torso, she remembers the grabbing, touching and molestation by the men unknown to her making her want to cover herself faster. But as she changed into her own clothes, she also remembered Karan touching her waist playfully before that. She wondered that both acts were without her permission but Karan's touch gave her an intoxicating sensation but the other group of boys made her feel disgusted. Karan was her friend she could trust for real. Right now, if she wanted to be anywhere, it was right here-around Karan. With him she could be herself, she can express herself, share her feelings without any fear of repercussions. It was such a strange feeling.
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Karan was waiting at the door of his house, ready to take her away to somewhere comfort her and talk to her. But he wasn't sure if Monami would like to go home directly, or if she would be willing to talk to him.
" Hi boyfriend", Monami said in a low voice, trying to sound normal, but Karan could see she was far from normal. Karan replied, " Hey listen, how are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you want to go home immediately? I was wondering if you're okay I can drop you on my bike and we can talk as well."
"Yeah, bike is good. I will send the car back with the driver. I really need fresh air and I need to talk to you too" Monami seemed to already feel better with the idea of talking to Karan.
