Their Romeo, His Juliet

Chapter 2

Vibha's POV: 

I struggled to open my eyes as the bright sunrays coming from balcony, kissed my eyes. I picked up my phone from the table kept beside my bed. It was 6 AM. Well, not too late! I always have a habit of waking up early and exercising. 

I sat up on the bed and began to do my hairs. It was late night yesterday, but I think I got enough sleep. I looked at the balcony, it looked more beautiful in day time. The long white translucent long curtains were fluttering softly with the rhythm of the wind, allowing the sun rays to penetrate through them. 

I quickly pulled up my hair in a bun. I brushed my teeth. After that, I opened my suitcase and took out a large yoga mat. I went to the balcony and the breeze hit my face, making me feel fresh and energetic. 

After yoga, I took a hot shower. It was 7:30 AM and I still had time. I had to be present at the university at 9:00 AM and it was not much far from here, so could easily pick up a transport and reach there in five or ten minutes. 

I was not hungry either. I generally have my breakfast late. So I didn't know what to do now. I sat on the bed thinking what to do. Suddenly my gaze fell at the same suitcase, which I had noticed the previous night. 

A smile erupted on my face as I kneeled down to the height of the suitcase. Should I open it?  I asked myself yet once again. No Vibhu! It belongs to someone else? Damn girl! Are you a thief?  My mind said. Vibha, sweetheart, you know that you aren't gonna steal anything, you are just curious girl! My heart interrogated. Well, psychology says that listen to your mind, because your heart is an idiot, but you know what? Today, I am gonna listen to my heart! Yay! 

So without a second thought, I quickly unlocked the suitcase. It wasn't a big one, but there were a lot of things kept in it. Hmm... Maybe someone has forgotten it while going back to his or her hometown.

Wait! How do I know whether it's a he or she? 

If it would belongs to a man, then maybe, I wouldn't find many things in it. Only a female can stuff things in a small space! I am ninety nine percent sure that it belongs to a female. 

Shrugging off my thoughts, I began to take out the things. 

Firstly, I found a beautiful peacock feather in it. Umm..hmmm... She's an Indian probably. I concluded. And maybe, she believes in Lord Krishna. 

Okay... So the next thing I found it is a beautiful inner garment which is used to cover the upper part... Hmm.. it's a bra! Finally confirmed that it's a female! Yay! If some day my psychology fails, then I would surely change my name! I promised to myself and giggled. 

Okay, then there were few more garments kept inside. Then I found out a beautiful red saree. But it wasn't a normal one. I mean, it was more of a half saree, and few more scattered pieces of clothes, to wear the saree perfectly I suppose. Hmm.. it looked more like a costume now. Wait, is she a classical dancer or what? 

Then there were few jewelleries. Then two normal sarees. Then... A violin? 

Does she play violin? Is she a violinist? 

Okay, then the last thing I found was a... Diary? 

The diary didn't seemed much old. I ruffled the pages. The pages were fresh and I could also smell the ink. I know it's bad to read someone's diary, but I couldn't contain my curiosity. So I opened the first page. It stated: 

'This diary belongs to Krishnaa Singh. Please don't read it. It's a humble request.' 

Hmm... Krishnaa Singh... Krishnaa... Nice name!