Renaming Destiny : Apsara To Myla

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Ashwin's POV

"I think she's pretty", Mike said.

"We all know you are whipped for her, Mike. Drop the act man!", James teased.

"Ok. Ok. I like her. I accept it", Mike said with his hands up in surrender while we laughed at him. 

"Mike in his lover boy era! Who would have thought?!!!", I laughed at my flat-mate, James's words. 

"Well, I think it was funny how you kept denying it until we got you drunk", David chimed in. "I think he was just trying to be secretive about it but we all saw how bro was looking at her all night. He's like a love sick puppy!!", we all laughed. "You all can laugh at me all night. We have our last exam. And this one matters the most. So get your asses in the beds and let me sleep!!", Mike announced and walked away. One after the other, the boys walked away until it was only me. I took my whiskey filled glass and pressed the cold glass surface against my cheeks. The slow breeze of New York ran a chill down my spin as I sighed and moved to the balcony of our apartment to call my father. 

He picked up on the last ring and said, "Ashwin, sorry for not answering your call earlier, son. You know how houses with a wedding being planned can be", I smiled and said, "I guessed you were busy with that, Paapa. So, how's everything there?", I asked. It was quiet for a few seconds until I heard a lot of people say, "HI, ASHWINNN!!!!!!", together making me smile. "Hello, guys!!! How are you all? How's the preparations going on?". A sweet voice said, "Well, technically, you should be here doing all these with us. Not sitting hundreds of miles away and asking about everything from there. Are you forgetting that this is your own brother's wedding?", I laughed at my mother's words.

"Ma, I'll be leaving for home the day my exams end. You know that, right? There is nowhere else I want to be more than with you guys", I lied. I wanted to be in London with my Apsara more than anything else. I spoke to the others too but ended the call to go to bed. Like every night, I sat against the headboard and opened my social media to do what happens to be the highlight of everyday in my life for the past 8 years, stalking Apsara with my fake account. Or should I say stalking Myla? 

My Apsara, whom the world now calls, Myla Moretti, is now a very famous model in London. I sometimes get jealous of that place just because it has my girl in it and I get to live so many miles away from her. I searched her name as a hashtag and saw many new posts on her. From dating rumors to rumors of her debut to Hollywood. I sighed while silently wishing she was doing the right decision in whatever she was doing. I saw her latest pictures with her friend and new brother's girlfriend while they walked into the studios of some show. 

I opened the comment section to read so many people in awe of her beauty had written so many nice comments. I wrote, "Only if I could hold your hand just one more time....", and sent it. In no time many users replied. 

"You lucky bastard!!"

"What does she feel like?"

"Ahhh!! I'm so jealous rn"

"Manifesting this rn!"

I laughed and logged out of my fake account which immediately redirected to my real one. I was about to keep my phone away and go to sleep when I saw a text from Apsara. My eyes widened but I immediately opened the chat and saw her text. A huge smile took over my face to see that she had seen my gym picture from morning. I wrote a reply and stared at the phone eager to know what she was thinking about. She immediately texted back.

"Oh! What is Ashwin Simha doing these days? How long has it been since we last texted? A week?"

"He is about to start his very own business very soon. And yes, it's been a week", I sent.