Angeline - His Uninvited Queen ✅

14 - Friends

Arun's POV:

Three days passed. I have had a light fever and a cold for the past three days. Still, I took the tablets prescribed by Krishna appa and I managed my daily chores as usual. I even prepared Pari's favorite beetroot cutlet in heart shapes after about a month. I never entered the kitchen to prepare special dishes after my Diya passed away. But, When I prepared beetroot cutlets, that too in heart shapes meticulously, Amma, Appa and Vijay were so happy for me. But, Pari was still upset. She was not that much excited to have her favorite cutlets without her mom, my Diya. Still, I managed to feed her during our dinner. She had it with a pout while talking to the star.

On the other hand, Amma and Appa appreciated the change in me. I explained to them that Angeline was the one who brought out my own subconscious thoughts with so much effort. They were so thankful to Angeline. We all wished to spend time with her. But, she was busy as usual. She didn't visit our home too for the past three days. We too couldn't go and meet her in the morning haste.

But I wished to meet her from the bottom of my heart. I don't know why, but I felt more similarities between my Diya and Angeline. Her eloquence in explaining things, her humanity, the way she wanted to help me when I was no one to her, everything had my Diya's essence. I started to develop an affection for her. This time the affection was not because she had my Diya's eyes. But because she was Angeline. An unique character just like my Diya!!

Whenever we had dinner in the garden, my eyes searched for her. I wished to share my special beetroot cutlets with her. But, I couldn't meet her. She came back to home in the late nights only, it seemed.

On that day, I dropped Pari in her school in the morning and I was riding my bike towards our home in the morning traffic. It is very hard to travel during the peak hours in a metro city like Chennai. We would feel as if walking on the footpath would be better than riding a vehicle in the traffic. That day had such heavy traffic. I was riding my bike slowly in the irritation of the traffic.

While I was riding my two wheeler, my eyes landed on Angeline who was running out from an orphanage, rubbing her eyes.

"Is there any problem?" I thought, widening my eyes, and turned to ride my bike towards the orphanage.

I stopped my bike in front of her. She jerked, moving back and said, "Sorry. I didn't see the vehicle."

"It's me Arun.. " I said and lifted the front glass of my helmet.

She turned her face away and wiped her tears.

"Hey, are you crying? Did you forget Krishna Appa told you to keep your eyes away from tears?! What if you get any infection?" I said worryingly.

"I am not crying." She forced a smile.

"Don't lie. Why are you crying? Is there any problem?" I asked sternly.

"No, Nothing problem." Her voice shivered and her eyes formed fresh tears again.

"Hey, What happened? Please don't cry." I worried, removing my helmet, and got down from the bike.

"Nothing." She shook her head.

She was such a taciturn when it is about her own feelings. But, she would turn as a talkative when she wants to comfort others. She loved to give confidence and hope even to third persons. But, she didn't like it when someone comforted her. I didn't like that character of her. Standing on her own feet is a good habit. But, Needing no one even in her difficult times felt bad to me.

I don't know why, but I felt angry at her for not telling her problem to me. I knew, we get angry only on the persons on whom we have rights or on the persons who seize our rights. I was sure, Angeline didn't seize any of my rights. But, I was not sure whether I had the right to get angry with her. Yet, I felt angry and upset with her.