OUR OBSESSIONS - FATE of LOVE

Chapter 1

ESHA

          My heart shattered into countless pieces as his words sank in. Tears brimmed in my eyes, and in disbelief, I whispered, gazing into his stormy grey eyes, "What did you say?" He repeated his words, each one heavy with emphasis: "Do. You. Require. One. Night. Stand. To. Leave. Me?"

 At that moment, my soul felt utterly crushed, leaving me hollow. Tears streamed down my face as I pushed him away and fled from his house.

I stumbled through the abandoned gate of the nearby park, seeking refuge on a secluded bench where I sobbed, my cries echoing in the stillness. Just as I thought I might drown in my sorrow; a gentle voice reached my ears.

"Calm down?" he asked softly, offering me a handkerchief. I looked up to see a handsome face, framed by beautiful hazel eyes, a chiselled jawline, and a muscular physique that hinted at a disciplined fitness routine.

I had never noticed him before in our neighbourhood. My heart had always belonged to Dhruv since I was three, making me oblivious to any other boy who crossed my path, even in school or college. Embarrassment washed over me as I accepted the handkerchief, feeling vulnerable that a stranger witnessed my emotional state—something I had never shown even to Dhruv or my own family.

He spoke to me, trying to ease my distress. He introduced himself as "Jay Surya Chouhan" and mentioned that he lived nearby.

"I'm Esha Raghvendra Sharma," I replied, finding comfort in his easy-going demeanour and humour. Once I calmed down, he offered to walk me home, and to my surprise, I discovered just two others separated our houses.

After saying goodbye, I entered my home with the spare keys I always carried, relieved to find my parents absent while unlocking.

I assumed they were at Dhruv's house or perhaps still hadn't returned from the resort trip of dinner.

My father, a businessman in textiles, had married my mother for practical reasons, but over time, they fell deeply in love, forming a bond that seemed unbreakable. It was for their love that I came into this world. I retreated to my room, sitting by the window as darkness enveloped me.

"Hi," I greeted a cute boy outside my house as he and his family moved into the building across from us. He ignored me, turning to his father, but his mother approached, lifting me into her arms and asking my name and where my parents were. I pointed to my house, saying, "This is my house, and my parents are inside. I came out to play."

"Aunt, will you come to my house with your son? I like him a lot, and I want to introduce him to my parents so we can play together."

His parents chuckled as they carried me and their son to my home, where the servants were still unloading their belongings. The cute boy's dad instructed them to continue working as we entered. I wriggled free from the cute boy's mom's grasp and ran to my parents, excitedly introducing them to the cute boy's family.

While they exchanged pleasantries, I noticed the cute boy still in his dad's arms, looking at me with disdain. Ignoring his attitude, I approached him and asked, "What's your name?" He turned away, prompting his mother to scold him for not responding.

"I'm Dhruv Rajvanshi Malhotra," he finally said. I introduced myself, "I'm Esha Raghvendra Sharma. These are my parents, Manisha and Raghu Raghvendra Sharma. I'm three years old and will be going to XXX school. How old are you? Which school will you go to? What are your favourite games?" I bombarded him with questions.

Dhruv remained silent, and his mom answered for him, "I'm Riya Rajvanshi Malhotra, and this is my husband, Goutham Rajvanshi Malhotra. He's Dhruv, and he's five. He'll be attending the same school as you. He loves computers and video games."

Excitement lit up my face. "Wow! Then my dad can drop us off at school together, and we can have lunch together! We can play together... but well, I'm not that good with computer games," I whispered the last part.

Dhruv snapped back, "I'm not going to have lunch with you, and I'm not going to play with you." With that, he jumped down and ran back to his home, followed by his parents.

My mother and aunt saw my hurtfulness and consoled me by assuring me that he was just feeling too shy to play with a girl. I didn't understand the complete meaning but I nodded with my glossy eyes as a good kid.

In the weeks that followed, our families became inseparable, enjoying picnics and shared meals at each other's homes.

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