The Impossible Love Story

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#Pooja's POV

I had no clue how someone could be so hateful. What surprised me though was the reason for such a profound hatred. I didn't know this man from Eve. I had no clue what I did so wrong that time and again he would be so spiteful towards me.
The time when I gave the idea for the theme, I saw a faint smirk and some emotion in his eyes, maybe appreciation. But now I was sure I am reading too much into it.
He must be thinking I was being over smart and wanted to take this authority away. Somehow, when I was thinking this I spontaneously rejected the idea. Something told me there is much more to his thoughts than what meets the eye.

I was furiously blinking back tears. Nothing sounded more inviting than rushing back home and crying to my heart's content. I wanted to call dad and ask him to book ticket for home
I am so stupid with people skills, people whom I don't even know hate me so much and I was a fool to even consider coming here to complete my college.

Hrehaan asked Umang what he means by me no longer being part of organizer.
I think he was getting increasingly pissed off with Umang's attitude and temper. I was thankful to meet him here. Maybe when I return home, we could be in touch with each other.

"Umang, will you please elaborate what do you mean?", he persisted when Umang was not in the mood to answer Hrehaan. He was focused at staring at me intently like I was a mathematics problem.

I was irritated with this man who sadly still gave me strange feelings in the pit of my stomach. I glared at him and he looked taken aback with my anger.
Jeez! I do not believe him. He behaves so rudely with me and now he looks confused.

He opens his mouth to speak and I shut mine close and pray to God to give me strength and that atleast the tears don't start pouring. When I am angry and hurt, and in this case both, I tend to cry.
" Pooja, it was a great idea, I admit. You will now work with me on the core committee and in the Public Relation's team." Umang tells me .

I know that is something positive but what my mind is involved is in staring at him. I am in my fan girl moment checking him out.
One moment I am pissed off at him and next moment I am oggling at him
Just then, Hrehaan gives me a friendly hug and congratulates me. My eyes immediately shoot towards Umang.

There is an unfathomable expression on his face and he goes away.

As Hrehaan launches an explanation on what core team is all about, I think about Umang and the expression on his face. It certainly looked like jealousy.

As if!

Hrehaan insists on dropping me home and this time I don't refuse. On the way, he tells me about his friends and the college , all the cool spots around. We chat on different topics and I notice how easy it is to talk to him and he keeps me entertained with his wit and humor. If only Umang was so uncomplicated!

Argh! I swear at myself internally . I do not want to be obsessed with that guy.

Hrehaan talks about Umang a little and I can see they are best friends and have been buddies since long.

We reach my society and I invite him over. In the lift , I bump into Riya. She seems lost and is shooting glances at Hrehaan .

Hrehaan and I entered the apartment and I went in to make coffee for us. As we sat chatting over coffee, he asked me why I chose to come all the way to India to complete my degree.
"Uhhhmm", I hesitated a bit because nobody had asked me this. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it", Hrehaan sensed my hesitation and soothed me.

" It's not like I don't want to talk about it, it's just that I am scared of people not understanding my reasons," I finally confessed.

Hrehaan intensely looked into my eyes and said , " Try me".

I took a deep breathe and try explaining to him. I was just hoping he doesn't think I am crazy to do this.

" My mother passed away when I was very young," I saw the apologetic look on his face and I knew that look, I had seen that so many times on people before. " I got a lot of letters written by her and she always described India in them. She wished that her daughter would visit India and live there and take in the Indian culture, her motherland . She missed home and this was her home. When I read those letters, I wanted to fulfill my mom's dreams and I wanted to spend my time here..." Towards the end , I became a little emotional.

Hrehaan was gazing at me and he hugged me. " That is so sweet of you.
You must really love your mother . Nobody would do that just to fulfill a wish "
"So, how you liking Mumbai and India  now? ", he teased me.
"Uhhhmm, it's awesome." I looked at him and saw he was biting back laughter. " Okay I admit. It is nothing like UK, so much people, crowd and all the time people are in a hurry. But there's also the lively atmosphere, vibrancy all around and so many people speaking a language I understand. "
We chatted a bit more and then he told me he has to leave .

I played the day's events in my mind. Too intense on the drama and the events that happened today. I couldn't help but draw comparison between Hrehaan and Umang. Best friends, yet so different. Talking to Hrehaan was so much fun, never a dull moment. And the way he can read your emotions sometimes, and you don't even have to say anything to him.
He just, understands me....

While Umang, I don't know what goes on in his mind. Sometimes I think he hates me, but I don't know why and sometimes there are instances when he is caught off guard and the real emotion shows.
But , why would he want to hide the real him ? I should forget about him and save myself from the headache but I just cannot . I cannot stop thinking about him.
I am definitely going to go insane one day.

I try hard to ward off the thoughts from my mind and drift off to sleep.