Forcibly Yours

||Past and Dilemma||

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Kian sees Krish biting his nails and pacing back and forth at the college gate.

Kian asks, "What happened, bro? Why are you so tense? Yesterday you were all tough. What got into you overnight?"

Krish, with a puppy face, looks at Kian and starts explaining, "Bro, yesterday I know I was a bit... um, I know I was really rude. I was just frustrated with Ekta and took out all that frustration on that girl, I mean Kanak.

"Last night I thought about it all over again and realized it was all our fault from the start. But I just blamed her. Then I decided to..."

Krish stops for a while, and Kian, sensing something, urges him to continue.

"I decided to find out more about her. And I got to know that she only has an old grandma at home. It couldn't be considered a home; it's just a small room in a deserted area, and her grandma is sick. She's her only family. Kanak works before and after college. She works at a bakery and a flower shop. She works so hard for her grandma .

"And I just... what the hell did I do? Kian, I can't sleep. I just don't want to... I don't want to add more to her misery. I'm guilty. I want to help her somehow. I mean, I..."

Kian interrupts, "Krish."

"Yes?"

"Bro, you're in love."

"Yes? No, I... What?"

"Yes, bro, you're in love.

Ok tell me ,Do you pity her?"

"No, never. Bro, she's so brave. She's all alone, she is of same age as us , and yet she's managing her sick grandma. She's the breadwinner of her family, doing all this alone at such a young age. I'm proud of her. Why would I or anyone pity her?"

Kiyan continues "So, you don't pity her. Are you after her beauty? I mean, she is beautiful with her big black eyes and ..."

Krish instantly grabs Kian's throat and says through gritted teeth, "What the hell are you saying? Are you out of your mind? How can you talk about her like that?"

Kian manages to free himself and starts coughing.

Krish, calming himself, says, "By the way, her eyes are grey, not black."

"Oh, grey, hmmm. And you're saying you don't love her?"

"Kian, is it possible? Yesterday, I was emotional, frustrated, or whatever was going on with me, I don't know. But after going home, my thoughts were occupied by her. I can't explain what I felt, but after learning about her, I was amazed by her. Her proud face, her anger, her self-respect, everything about her.

"But it can't be love. How can I yell at someone and admire her on the same day? It's not love, right? Love is a huge thing. It's a small word with just four letters, but these four letters contain immense power—the belief, the purity, the respect, and so much more."

Kian listens to Krish's words, but his mind wanders to Shanvi. Her long black hair, her small round face, her angry expression, her little nose scrunching when she was mad. Her scared face.

"My kitty," Kian mumbles.

"What?" Krish asks.

"Nothing, bro. I was saying, maybe it's not love, but it's not less than that. I can see that now. Just tell me what you want. I'm here for you."