Impossible Love

Chapter 12

P.O.V Anjali 

"Love is the best feeling. It's the greatest happiness that not many people get to experience." - When I read those lines in the book, I grinned bitterly and tossed it aside. "Yeah...sure. I've never had a better feeling," I rolled my eyes and thought. But that's how it was at first. I was really happy. It was like a fairy tale. But I'd forgotten that life isn't a fairy tale. Reality was too cruel. I read a lot of books about love, and most of them ended well. One part of me believed that everything would be fine in the end, but the other part told me that I shouldn't believe in pipe dreams. and that it would be better to just forget about Rahul. I tried to listen to the rational part of me. And I succeeded, but fate brought me back to him again and again, as if it were mocking me. I could barely play that scene with him, and in addition I almost confessed my love to him. What an idiot I was! After that incident, I tried to avoid him. We filmed scenes, I tried to act as natural as possible, but he didn't trust me. I did apologize for my "confession" to Tina and Rahul and said that I was just joking. I hope they believed me. At least Tina did. I don't know why, but I felt very guilty in front of Tina. She's so nice to me. And I had my eye on her husband. Even though nothing happened between me and Rahul, and nothing can happen. But still I felt ashamed in front of Tina. 

After that we were friends again as before. Rahul and I fooled around, joking and teasing each other. But Tina now started following Rahul around. She would not leave him even for a minute alone with me. Maybe it's for the best. I don't know. Probably more yes than no. God, why am I so weak? Why can't I just get Rahul out of my heart? There are tons of guys out there, and they're not married. Why the hell did I fall in love with him? Take Aman, for example. Last year I did a movie and I met Aman. We worked well together. He was quiet at first, and damn it, he was awfully quiet. It really annoyed me. He was the opposite of Rahul. With Rahul I always laugh and he understands my sense of humor unlike Aman. God, I'm thinking about Rahul again. So back to Aman. He is almost as tall as Rahul. Shit. Forget about Rahul. Aman has black hair, brown eyes, light skin, very good build. 

I managed to get him to talk to me during the shoot and now we're friends. He often writes me letters, and I write to him too. I can say that he's a really nice guy. And why can I love him? Why does my stupid heart beat only for Rahul? What is there in Rahul that Aman doesn't have? "We don't choose who we fall in love with..." - I remembered a line from a book. Why can't people choose who to love? It would be so much easier. I sat and thought for a long time and I didn't notice that it was noon. I quickly jumped out of bed and went to get ready. Today my mom was having some kind of family dinner and she called me over. To be honest I missed my family a lot. My mom, my dad and Paro. Yes, I have a little sister who is exactly like me. Only she was five years younger than me. 

I quickly changed into a gorgeous yellow sari. I didn't like to wear T-shirts, tank tops, or sneakers. I preferred to wear kameezes, and beautiful sarees. I gathered my hair into a high ponytail so it wouldn't get in my way and walked out of my hotel room. The whole crew stayed at the hotel until the shooting was over. We were in Kolkata, where I was born. I knew every corner of the city. My mother asked me to stay in our house during the shoot, but I refused because my house was far away from the shooting location. "Who are you kidding? You just didn't want to be away from Rahul," my other self started shouting. That's it! Stop thinking about Rahul. 

I've been waiting for my elevator to arrive, and finally it did. When the doors opened, I was very surprised. In the elevator was none other than Rahul. Why should I be punished like this? Why am I so unlucky? I quickly got in and pressed the first floor button. Rahul's room was a floor above me. I was on the eighth floor and he was on the ninth.
- Hello, señorita! - Rahul smiled after looking at me. I liked it when he called me that. And only he could call me that.
- Hello, Rahul. How are you? - I decided to ask. Rahul smiled at me, giving me my favorite dimples. Without realizing it, I smiled at him too.
- I'm fine. I just thought I'd walk around town. Where are you going? You look beautiful, by the way. - Rahul admitted. My face instantly turned red. He knew how to embarrass a girl.
- Thank you, Rahul. - When I looked up at Rahul, I smiled sincerely. He continued to look at me in the same way. Suddenly he took a step towards me and then another. I instinctively stepped back without taking my eyes off him. My back hit the elevator wall. He'd never looked at me like that before, except on camera. But he wasn't acting now. His piercing gaze sent a chill through my body. I couldn't even push him away. It was like he was hypnotizing me. I wondered what he was thinking right now. Why was he doing that? Maybe he liked me after all. No, he has a wife. Where is she, by the way? When I thought of her, I instantly regained my senses and pushed Rahul away slightly with my hands on his chest.