Forever - Falling in Love with the Enemy

Three - The Murder

Seemingly after an eternity I managed to drag my feet off the very spot I stood staring after Abhay's back, I managed to lift each step heavily and dragged myself into the library. The adrenaline was still gushing through my entire body as a unstoppable tide. The continuous sound of drums filled my ears, only that they were not drums but the sound of my own heartbeat thumping fighting hard against my chest in a attempt to get out leaving me feeling nauseous. The aftermath of my encounter with Abhay left me completely abashed.I could not comprehend - whether these feeling raised a displaced effect which I revealed once I was sunk under his beauty or simply ... a feeling of being scared.My senses were sowely returning back and I was begining to feel around me again, I managed to slowely unclasp my closed fists and allow the blood to flow through my hands which had turned pale. My palms revealed nail dents from the tight clenching. I finally managed to feel my hand over the smoothness of a polished wooden chair and draw it out to be seated. As I relaxed, the air started to fill my lungs again and I could finally feel the coolness of air passing inside me. The tickling affect of adrenaline was moderating. Once the irritating noise of drum bashing stopped my ears picked up sounds other than the rythem of my own heartbeat. I drew my eyebrows closer to concentrate and focus for their sources."My Gosh, That Psycho threatened you!" I recognised as Syria's voice."Why did he make a big deal of it? It's just a fun column.. no big deal. My theory is that he's cloaking something under his hard shell. We need to find out!" Added Harini."No, No , Just leave it! Don't invite trouble !!!" Pleaded Ayesha."No way, we're not frightened of him, nor are we going to be intimidated by his threats". Syria tried to pursuade her."Don't worry I'm going to keep an eye on this Raichand" Reassuared Harini. Diary - I wish I had build up the courage that day to stop Harini...The girls all left in a single file one after the other. I was still in shock over my own encounter with Abhay. I had a atrocious gut feeling, But I was unable to piece any of it in words. How could I make them understand anything, which was out of my own apprehension.Another hand on my shoulder startled me, I almost felt my heart jump out an escape from my chest. I slowely turned towards its source.. But I was immediately put at ease seeing Anmol's smiling profile towering above me."Hi Pia, are you alright?" Said Anmol whilst pulling another chair out and positioned himself opposite me."Yeh, yeh.. I'm fine" I hesitated and with a trembling finger pushed a lock of hair away from my face."I'm really sorry, I know recently we haven't talked since..." He stopped.I felt a little uneasy, not because I wasn't prepared to focus on anything else other than Abhay - But because I knew where this conversation was leading."It's okay, I understand". I tried to reassuare him."You do!" He said in astonishment. "You really do, I mean you forgive me, I know I betrayed everyone's trust" He sounded ashamed."You broke Shristi's trust, we are your friends and will not turn our back on any of our friends.. we have forgiven you, but you can't expect the same from Shrish". I couldn't help being honest."I know - I thought the grass will be greener on the other side. I hurt Shrish for no reason. Things between me and Sanchita never really turned out. She was always under C's influence and never spared me any time, I was just a charm to hang down her bracelet.. a mere accessory. I'm feeling bad regarding my treatment towards Shrish". Anmol said regretfully looking down."Don't worry Shrish is a big girl, I think we all understood your courtship was very platonic. Besides now she's more chillaxed being single and she'd prefer to remain that way". I said reassauringly but honestly."I know, Also Pia just to let you know My sister Pinky and I will be leaving for America next week. Pinky has landed herself a great career opportunity and our parents decided I should finish my studies there too". His voice picked up with enthusiasm."That's great! Good for Pinky and I always new she'll fly high with her determination and hardwork. I'm also happy for you aswell, this is a great opportunity for you too". I added with excitement."Thanks" Anmol said gratefully."Tell me Anmol does Pinky still wear a lot of Pink?" I inquired to lighten the atmosphere.Anmol laughed "No she doesn't much now, after her brief encounter with Kabir.. Protima Di now likes to wear yellow". We bid a temporary farewell and Anmol left.I was about to leave when I heard Nisha from down the corrirdor. I can't say talent, but Nish has the ability to make herself heard before being seen and unfortunatily the library was no exception. As soon as she appeared through the doorway, ten studying heads hushed a 'be quiet' gesture at her."Chill dudes - study wudy karke, Prime Ministers ki job nahin milegi! That was Nisha's reply without any shame or a second thought. The rest of the gang tumbled in after her. Anurag who was completely cemented behind a armful of book bricks left for the silence area closely followed by Chakku to study by themselves. Anurag was really sweet - he occassionally carried Chakku's belongings and books for her too. I'd say ninety percent of college time Anu spent looking after Chakku.However Chakku was the same, but in more subtle ways. If Anurag didn't attend the lectures, she'd take the trouble of writting them up for him herself. Mind you she wasn't very subtle yesterday and emoted a high volume of emotional revalation when Abhay was attempting to fill Anu's gap on the bench. I don't know whether they realise how they perfectly compliment each other. It would be a effortless relationship. I let my thoughts wonder off.I momentarily started thinking about Abhay and I, If we courted Abhay would be hard maintenance. How would I deal with his arrogance, secretive behaviour, mood swings, I could bet he had mood swings! But he'd be worth it.."Oi, Oi, Maam kahan ko gayi? What's wrong with you Pia?" Nisha rudely clicked her fingers in my face."Jolly good today's newspapers have arrived, I need them for media studies". Ritzie followed the postman who set the pile on the libarians' counter. Dishu Maam signed for them and placed them next to the journals and flyers."Pia, your book is here that you had reserved, wait I'll get it". Dishu Maam left to fetch it."Thank you maam, I was really waiting for this book, I'm glad I finally found it, even Papa doesn't hold this one in his collection". I said gratefully."I shouldn't tell you this, but Carisma was hogging it on purpose.. finally after a warning letter she returned it, I'm surprised Arnab doesn't have this book - I've seen his collection and it practically gives my library a complex ". Replied Dishu Maam with a warm smile and wink."OMG OMG OMG" Ritzie started shouting in the background."What happend" Deboleena questioned"OMG" Ritzie repeated.Nisha snatched the newspaper from her clutches and examined the 'OMG source'. "OMG" She was startled aswell."What's going on - why you all shocked, Kisi celeb ka PDA hai kyaa?". She said snatching the paper from Nisha."Read it Shrish, Kya likha hai?" Urged Deboleena desperately."I'm trying na wait Debo". Said Shrish whilst carefully examining the article. When she finished reading, everyones eyes with the exception of Ritzie and Nisha, who still stood there like they'd seen a ghost, was on Shrish.Shrish faced her onlookers with a shocked gaze. But with a brave attempt she revealed the news."The onetime hit wonder actress recently visiting Dehradun was found murdered in the depths of Dehradun's dark forests""Who was it?" I exclaimedAfter another long silence Shrish revealed "Vahbizz, Lady VD!"Diary... I cannot express further than this for now, It's 12 O'clock lunch hour and I'll be served my dinner in my bedroom cell.Last night Abhay stayed out, I couldn't sleep. Whether he is in or out of the room, i'm always at unease.I pricked my finger yesterday with a knife..and Abhay wouldn't let me near the first aid box. He pulled me vigourously by the arm and ran my hand under the cold tap, occasionally stroking the paining finger with his handsome hands. There was no sign of emotion in his face over my pain, nor gentleness in his touch. BUT why did I still feel tingles running their way from my finger to my heart. Why does my heart still flutter when he's close to me? I hate him. Though the bigger question is, there was no sign left on my finger of the cut, nor the pain.. How could that happen?Editors noteAbhay's treatment towards Piya is a mystery. Her love/Hate for him is a mystery too.In the black writing she is disclosing her past and in the blue her present time. But all her story so far is dipicted thru her diary. In the present time she is married to him. So I am running Abhiya through a parallel time, past and present. Then oneday - when she catches up telling us about the past and why they are where they are in the present - the story would move forward in real time only.