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CHAPTER - FIVE

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Koi dil bekaabu kar gaya
Aur ishqa dil mein bhar gaya
Aankhon aankhon mein woh
lakhon gallan kar gaya oye
Oh rabba main toh mar gaya oye
Shuddai mujhe kar gaya kar gaya oye
Oh rabba main toh mar gaya oye

Shuddai mujhe kar gaya kar gaya oye

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Aahan pov

When I first saw her in Banaras, I thought it was just a moment—something I’d forget after a few days. But I didn’t. Her face, her smile, the way she walked—it all stayed with me, as if she had left a piece of herself in my heart. Back then, I thought it was just a crush, a passing attraction. But as time went on, I realized it was much more than that.

For a year and eight months, I didn’t see her again. Not even once. Yet, she was always with me—in my thoughts, in my dreams, in the songs I wrote. I’d close my eyes, and her smile would flash before me. I’d sit with my guitar, and somehow, she was the first thing on my mind. I didn’t just love the way she smiled or the way she moved. I loved everything about her—the kindness I imagined in her heart, the innocence in her eyes, even the things I didn’t know about her yet.

I kept asking myself, How is it possible to love someone you’ve only met once? But my heart didn’t care. It was as if she had become a part of me without me even realizing it. Some days, I thought, Maybe I’ll never see her again. But deep down, I never stopped hoping.

But before all this, something else had happened—something that gave me hope. One night, I opened Instagram to check some pictures my sister had sent me. By mistake, I clicked on her account instead of her dm. I was about to close it when a post caught my eye. It was a picture of her. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe it at first, but when I saw her picture, my heart raced. "This is her, my kajukathli"  I whispered to myself, smiling like an idiot. I remembered thinking,

"Kaha tha na, agar humara milna tay hoga, toh hum mil hi lenge."

The caption, “Aww, my jaan, swarg se utri hui apsara.”

I froze, staring at the screen. My mind was spinning. How does my sister know her? For a moment, I couldn’t believe it. But then, I read the caption again carefully, where my sister had tagged her as her best friend. Everything started making sense.

I couldn’t stop smiling. My sister’s best friend? Was this fate? Suddenly, I felt like a teenager again—shy, nervous, and overly excited. I wanted to ask my sister about her immediately, but I held back, feeling a mix of happiness and embarrassment.

From that moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about how connected we were without even knowing it. It felt like the universe had been working in secret to bring us closer. She wasn’t just a random girl I met in Banaras anymore. She was someone who was already a part of my life, in ways I hadn’t imagined.

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Then, this evening, everything changes. I am carrying a box and walking towards the small aangan of my friend's house, lost in my own thoughts, when I bump into someone.

The moment I bumped into her, it felt like time froze. For a moment, I couldn’t believe it. Was my mind playing tricks on me? But no, it was really her. I felt something even deeper. I was completely lost in her—the way her hair moved slightly, the softness in her eyes, her presence so close to mine. My heart was racing like it was my last day on earth. But then, I quickly reminded myself, No, no, this is wrong. What if she feels uncomfortable? I tried to look away, but my eyes just wouldn’t leave her.