My Dearest Rival

41.Sangeeta

Secrets, i don't like the idea of keeping secrets. In fact i hate them. Secrets are the mother of every dispute, broken relationship. Secrets breaks people and i am done breaking everything. I want to lead a peaceful life.

To be honest i never wanted to keep secrets but i hated him. I hated him for not being there for me when i needed him. I hated him for breaking my heart. I hated him for breaking our friendship. I hated that i called him so many times but he didn't heard me, he didn't helped me. I was angry, sad, emotional in that moment. My mind was not working. All i wanted was someone to help me. I needed someone but i couldn't find anyone. That was the worst day and part of my life and no one was there for me.

I wanted to tell my father about that incident with that mask man but he threatened to kill him so i kept my mouth shut. He kept threatening to kill my family even me, i was child, i was scared and eventually he made me keep my mouth and let him play his dirty games.

I call him mask man because i have never seen his face. He kept calling me sweetheart and his doll. For the two years i was harrassed, tortured by him and when my dad decided to leave India, i was the first one to support him. I wanted to run away from here as soon as possible. But my life had completely changed once i left India. I missed my country and my first friend.

I and crackyhead were best friend that times. He was my first friend. I loved him from the bottom of heart. He was the only one i was comfortable with. We used to hang out together. He was my chai buddy. After his mother died we became even more closer. Everything was going to well until between us until his mother died out of nowhere.

His mother's death made him little more grumpy. I don't remember exactly what happened to his mother but he used to became like a stone whenever the topic of his mother rise. There was something off about him after his mother's death. He never talked about it and i never asked. I wanted to make sure he remains happy even if I don't get to know the truth.

We used to spend our times together.
I made sure he never gets hurt and he did the same for me.

He never hurted me until that day. When the mask man left me, broken, shattered, i called his name but he sat on his stairs like a statue. I cried but he never listened to me.

I hated him for that. During my childhood i wanted to never forgive him for not helping me out but now i understand something was offf about him that day.

He was my best friend. We were close, someone of our classmates used to call us soulmates. I know he would have helped me. I know he would have never let that happen to me. He called me that day twice. He wanted to meet me desperately. As far as i remember he was scared, i could feel in his voice, but i never met him. I don't know what he went through that day.

We never talked about that day again. Perhaps he hated me for never showing up for him and i hated him for same reason.

Sometimes i miss him, i miss us. The way we used to play, the way we used to dress up. I miss everything.

"Is mask man and your stalker happens to be same person?" He asked. His voice calm and collected but i can feel the tightness in his throat.

"Yes" i replied, wiping a tear. His grip around my back tightened. I buried my face in his chest. I missed him so much.

When i got the text from mask man, i instantly decided to come here without thinking twice. I thought he wanted to meet me, so i came here with a knife but as soon as i step inside the brew i saw nothing. He wasn't there. Then all of sudden someone trapped me, took the knife from my hands and hit me against the wall. My head is still spinning because of that hit.

I knew something bad was going to Happen.

"Why didn't you tell me about this man before?" He ask, his hands started to soothe my hairs. I felt goosebumps all over my body. At the same time i find myself into a peaceful moments. I want time to stop here, i want to be here with him.