Kaisi yeh Yaariyan Season 3

Chapter 9

This has been her routine for the past six months, ever since she took up a music teacher's job in one of Panchgani's boarding school. Everytime she got a weekend off, which was roughly twice a month (for on the other two weeks she had classes on Saturday), she took a bus from Panchgani in the afternoon. She would reach home quite late in the night, spend the Saturday at home with chacha chachi and Rishab and then take an early morning bus back to Panchgani on Monday morning. The school had provided her with a small one room apartment at the picturesque foothills of Panchgani.

It was hectic, 5 days of work and then a 7 hour journey. But she preferred it. The once bubbly girl now liked to stay alone, especially since her alone days were now numbered. In less than a week, everything was going to change. The more she tried to think about life post engagement, the more it baffled her. So one fine day she told Aiyappa to deal with it, to decide which way to steer her life and she promised to follow suit. But sadly she had lost faith in Aiyappa too. That's the problem with love, if you love as deeply as Nandini loved Manik and then loose that person, you lose a part of you too. 'Hope', the one thing she always endorsed, the one thing that had brought love and happiness in her, that 'hope' was dead. She lived, survived one day at a time for her family, she cracked jokes and smiled when she was with her students, but in melancholy she was a mere shadow of her former self.

Nandini boarded the bus and took her usual window seat. The tears had still not stopped flowing. What had Neel told her "How come she was waiting for him at the window without her knowing that he was supposed to arrive today." Bloody hell, she wasn't waiting for him. She detested his mere sight. Had it not been for the entire mess up, she would have never ever agreed to get engaged to that retard. But she didn't have options did she.

And who was she complaining about? Neel, that guy was an outsider who blackmailed her into marrying him. At least he didn't play with her trust like Manik had done. Yes, her very own, dearer than life lover, her bestest friend, her soulmate who promised to be with her ever after and didn't think twice before severing all ties one fine morning. How convenient was it for him to simply disappear without even a 'Bye'. He had promised to take her along to denmark for his treatment. He had promised to never leave her side, promised to protect her from all evil..but his promises were nothing more than a bunch of bloody lies.

She should hate him, like really really hate him. He deserved it. And that's what the world thought she did.. Manik's friends, navya, her family every body thought she hated him except perhaps Rishab. Her little brother, who couldn't speak understood silence better than the rest of the world.

She couldn't hate him. Despite all the pain he had caused her, every night before going to bed she prayed to Aiyappa to keep him safe wherever he was. Despite knowing he would never return, every morning and night that she spent in Mumbai, she would stare out of her window hoping against hope that Manik would come over like old times sake and pull her into a tight hug. The only ever time she laughed genuinely was with his memories. The only ever thing that kept her alive was his music. And what the world called hatred was just another shade of LOVE.