"As their eyes met, the hearts fluttered. The butterflies danced, as the souls found their solace in each other's hold. "
A tale of romance that made their hearts to skip beats, as it will make yours too.
Dive in to know how they found their...
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We walked back to the hostel. I didn't get my lunch today as well. Kyu? Because I woke up late.
All the way back, the only topic that I and Sara talked about was "Kartik", with bich bich mei " Ashwin" and "Dr.Dayanand",he is a Consultant in the surgery department, aur Sara ka dusra crush. Yeh ladki crushes aise karti hai, jaise ki bazar se aaloo la rahi hai. Par thik hai. Atleast she is happy. And she doesn't expect stuff from them. Kyuki usko aachi tarah se pata hai, ki yeh log pure ke pure, aukaat se bahar hai. I mean crushes toh aise hi hote hai aur hone bhi chahiye na, aukaat se bahar wale. Par talking about me. I can't say the same thing about me. Par khair chodo. It's my butterfly phase and I don't want to think about anything rather than that now. (And Sara's second crush!) (This girl makes crushes as if she's buying potatoes. But it's okay. She very well knows it that they all are totally out of our reach. And crushes are meant to be so naah?) (Leave it.)
You know the fun fact, Sara ne in sab ko Insta pei request bhi bhej di. This girl is just so fast. (Sara has sent follow requests to literally all of them.)
I chuckled as I thought about it. Kya pagal hai na hum. Un logo ko toh pata bhi nahi hoga ki hum jaisi koi do pagal si ladkiya, pichle aadhe ghante se sirf unke bare mei baatein kar rahi hai. But. Who cares. Yaar, ab aacha laga toh laga. Aacha hi nahi. Bohot bohot accha laga. (We are insane naah? I mean those people won't even have a vague idea that there's two girls out there talking about them, for nearly half an hour now. Now if one likes someone, it is so. )
Just then I saw Eshaal. I rushed to her. I was squealing in excitement. "Eshaal... You know what... I saw Kartik. Aur bhai.. He is... ", I was too lost in my excitement, announcing it to my friend without caring about anyone around. She too squealed. We did our little excitement wala jumping dance. " Dekha!Kaha tha na meine. ", she raised her imaginary collar. I laughed. We then walked to out rooms. (See, I told you. )
The rest of the day was pretty usual. But his thoughts were going on, in the back of my mind every now and then.
For practicals, we had Community Medicine. Woh ek aisa subject hai. Jo hai. Par kyu hai, kya hi Jane. (It's a kind of subject which is there. But God knows why it is there!)
I and Sara were sitting next to each other. Kriti was in the other batch.
The lecturer went out. Dekha, I said na, community medicine is alag hi level ka thing.
I turned to Sara. "Yaar, mhuje bhi usko request bhejni hai! ", I huffed. " Toh bhej na! ", she said like it was that simple. " Par despo lagi toh? " "Shri, tu yeh mhuje lunch break se keh rahi hai. Agar bhejni hai toh bhej na. Maine bhi toh bhej di, woh bhi pure ke pure surgery department ko! ", she chuckled. " Par... Yaar... ", I put my head down in irritation. (Yaar, I too want to sent me a follow request!) (So send naah!) (What if he feels like I am some despo!) (Shri, you have been telling this to me since lunch break now. If you want to send then just do it. I too did naah, that too I sent requests to the whole surgery department.) (But.. Yaar)
The rest of the day went well.
It was at night, around, 11'o clock. I was studying. Yeah. Padti bhi hu bhai mei. Pass bhi toh hona hai. (Yeah!I study as well. Got to pass.)
Just as I finished the chapter in hand, and was wondering over which new topic to start with, my phone pinged. It was Sara.
"Bro.... He accepted my request! ", she texted. Whattt. He did!!!
" Yeh dekh! ", and with that she sent me two of his posts. (See)
Damn. It took seconds to download them, and I was feeling tingling sensations over my entire body.
As the photos got downloaded, I was lost. My Mr. Nazrein.
This was the first time that I saw his whole face.
I was staring at those pictures for minutes and minutes.
Oh bhai.. As I watched both the pics, I could make out that one of it was a year old, while the other was 3 years old. Not a know-it-all. Niche likha tha, timeline mei. (Was mentioned in the post)
And believe me, this man had such a big glow up, for real.
Earlier, he was, a bit thin, there was just few traces of beard and he was a bit boyish.
But now, the man is so well built, so manly with that broad chest that hides behind the green scrubs. That height jo mujhse toh lambi hi hai. Haaye! (He is certainly taller than me.)
But one thing that had remained same all this while, are those Nazrein. Deep like ocean.
"Bhai.. Iske jaisa hi glow up chahiye mhuje! ", I texted, Sara. She sent me those zipped mouth emojis. (Bhai I want a glow up like him.)
We texted for a while, before I returned back to my study.
A subtle blush adorning my cheeks. But I got to study and finish the work that I had planned for the day. But me being me, mei baar baar woh pictures open kar ke dekh rahi thi, for the past fifteen minutes from when Sara had sent them to me. So I switched my phone off. Only way, for a dhit and mobile addict like me. (But me being me, I was just looking at his pictures again and again.)
Okay. The thing Is, I have got responsibilities, and I know my responsibilities well. I know my journey. The place that I have come from. And the places that I want to get to. I have responsibilities to look onto.
Aai- Baba are getting old. I have a younger sister. Our parents always gave us everything, and now I want to give them all that they deserve and desire. Small mouth, big talks, it might feel, but that is the thing.
No, I am not hoping for unrealistic stuff, though I used to at the earlier points of my life.
Now, I just want to complete my degree, start earning and give my parents, my sister, everything. I want to take the responsibilities of my house on my shoulders and free Baba from it. And I am ready to work as hard as it takes, and give up on anything, for it.
But, a little part of my heart also desires all that the girls of my age wants. That's, Love. You know, I am a hopeless romantic. Even after, what all happened with me in the past, I still hope. The desire to find the love of my life and then spend the rest of my life with him, living that happily ever after.
The books that I read, have not just raised my standards to say, but has also left me wanting for that subtle, gentle, innocent kind of love.
But, the thing is, I don't want the handsome, billionaire, ready to burn the world for me, grumpy for the world and lovable for me, kinda man, like the books usually have. No. I want someone, who'll be normal. Who'll love me. You'll be by my side. Who'll motivate me when I am low. And who'll give me a forever. Even if the forever is a mixture of ups and downs, but one who will still hold my hand and face all the ups and downs together with me.
Its too deep of a thing of what I want in the love of my life. Words won't do justice to it, to be real.
I have a lot of insecurities, and the only thing that I wish from the bottom of my heart is if I can't find someone who'll drive my insecurities away than I don't atleast want to find someone who triggers those insecurities and then act like I am the one at fault, that I am overreacting.
But does this exits? The kind of love that I imagine about, the kind of love that i desire. Is it real? Or am I too delusional?
