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Chapter 4

"It isn't a love story," Aditya blurted as soon as I picked up his call.

"It just isn't a love story." He added.

I said nothing.

The author K. Hussein has this thing of keeping stuff incomplete. He won't let his characters confess their sentiments. The reader is compelled to read it over and over again till he decides to jump off a cliff. Well, this book 'Another monsoon' revolves around a terrorist Nadeem-al-rasood and his hostage Najma Siddiqui. Both of them portray darkness and are extremely negative. Throughout the novel they haven't been affectionate toward each other. While Nadeem thought ways of using Najma at her defence against the army, Najma was framing ideas of getting him killed. In the climax out of a misunderstanding Nadeem shoots Najma from behind while she was scribbling something on the floor. She fell and died and it was then he saw the words she had scribbled within a shape of heart: N&N which signified Nadeem and Najma. Seeing this Nadeem begins to weep and shoots himself.

"Miss Bose I've read it again and again and I still don't know what is it? When did they fall in love with each other? And how could he just kill himself?" he said breathlessly.

"It's deep." I said.

"Deep? I'm drowning in my sea of unanswered questions Miss Bose."

"I wish I could fix you an appointment with k. Hussein." I chuckled.

"You know all the answers, don't you?" he queried.

"Well I know my version of the answers."

"Can I have your appointment then?" He said and I could sense he was smiling. Is this guy flirting with me? Or is it me being in the assumption business?

"6P.M?" I said trying to breathe through nervousness.

"Signature's Cafe?" he replied instantly.

"Roger that." Gosh I could've said a plain yes but no I had to be over the top as usual.

"See you then" he said and hung up.

Ah! Time never felt this time taking.

**

It's 06:26 and there is no human figure that resembles to Aditya. His phone is switched off and I don't know if I should wait or just get lost into oblivion. It's not always I wear my favourite dress and spend an hour learning 'how to do a winged eye liner?' from YouTube. And it literally seems like all my efforts have gone into vain.

*Beep*Beep*

A message flashed on my phone from Aditya.

"SORRY COULDN'T MAKE IT TODAY." Of course you couldn't because my ass hurts of waiting.

"WILL SEND THE BOOK WITH MISS ALISHA" another message popped.

Wow! Incredible! I don't understand. I mean just because you're a handsome man you get to do this? Fuck off I am done with men. No more approaching; no more hurting.