DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction. Hence, any resemblance to names, characters, events or places are merely a coincidence. This story doesn't intend to hurt any personal or religious sentiments, so, not to be taken seriously.
My apologies for all the errors, intentional or unintentional, you will come across in the story. Constructive criticism is always welcome. But, refrain yourself from spamming hurtful or illegal comments.
The original story copyright solely belongs to me so, no sort of plagiarism will be entertained.
© 2024 Jyotirmayee Devi
✧✧
Shruti
It's a sunny day.
Humming a tune, I walked through the silent street in the daze of the yellow noon still my own darkness suffocated me.
Though I was holding the umbrella over my head, I always despised holding one.
Nah, there's no specific hatred. But, maybe because my arm is feeling little irritated, being too accustomed of my father holding it over my head until this while.
Ah, not again!
Distracting me from my linked array of thoughts, a call emerged out as my saviour from my overthinking.
'I so love this caller, god!', I hushed under my breath as I shuffled through my purse to find my cellphone. By the time, my hand reached it, the call ended.
Therefore, I had to get through all the hard work to unlock my phone by swiping on the screen and drawing the pattern. Then, I called directly without seeing the name of the dialer. Phew!
"hello?"
As I registered the voice, the beat of my heart froze. My relief stayed for a little time as soon as I saw who the caller was!
My father.
"yes?" I mumbled, unsure of what awaited me.
"how did it go?" I heard his apprehensive tone as he asked, making me furrow my brows in doubt.
"sorry, papa. What?"
"I was watching news. It said your results are out. How did it go?" Oh!
"I am in the market right now. I'll just check and call you back." I hurriedly spoke as I declined the call and ran back to my rented room just few metres back.
As I sat before the laptop to type in my details with batted breaths, the results flashed in the screen.
My eyes went through each of the words, registered them deep in me as my eyes teared up. Facepalming, I slipped down the sofa. I hugged my knees sitting on the floor, my back inclined on the foot of the sofa as a sob emerged out of my palmed mouth.
Slanting my face as my blurry eyes fell on the idol sitting on the east of my little room, a smile touched my soul.
"Thank you, Bappa" I called out.
YOU ARE READING
Love, How does it feel?
General Fiction"When the rays of her resentment meets his sky of love..." An International Project. A Mistake from the Past. Two Stubborn Hearts. Shruti Rawat, a 26-year-old new joinee at IISU, Trichy as a research scholar is a bundle of hostility towards love and...
