Chapter13-A bundle of surprises for all

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Karthik pov- I enjoyed the cool breeze in my balcony sipping a hot coffee mug.. I was thinking about everything that happened in my life till now.. The first time I met angry Arohi in a relatives wedding...It wasn't love at first sight for me...But the first cute girl I observed there...who angrily walked away breaking my ego that day.. I always used to think I was handsome(many girls of my school had crush on me and would clinge around which I was proud of) in my early teens but she didn't even look at me once even when I was in front of her.Then we met during a trip where we again fought over music...Then we met at my house on my moms birthday after many years.. She was always an apple of my moms eye.. Everytime she achieved something my mom always had words of praise for her.. Firstly I was jealous as a child but at some point she inspired me too... Slowly a respect for her was built within me..I admired her... Slowly hearing about her where about became a habit for me too.. Each time she achieved something.. I too felt happy for her.. We never talked much.. Even in social networking sites I never sent her requests.. Though her sister,father and many common friends remain in my friends list..i literally have stalked her there.. Dont judge me to he egoist but I was fighting with my own feelings for her..i never understood what I felt for her... Even when shekhar used to tease me with her in college I never accepted it. Then when we met in office it was a surprise for me.. I was very happy to be around her again... Then I came to know about Samar.. I misinterpreted it to be her boyfriend, somewhere I was jealous of seeing them together... But that was the time I shrouded my emotions.. I somewhere knew I was falling or had already fallen for her long back.. But I would respect her feelings first even if it meant me getting rejected or hurted I thought. . . So I never allowed my emotions to control me.. I was so afraid of losing her in picnic.. And had a hard time controling my emotion seeing her in broken state as well(Remember Karthik extending to hug her but feels it wrong?)..i knew I loved her but was confirming it bcoz I have never fallen in love other than for this girl who hardly knows my feelings till date..i had only her in my mind..first when she broke my ego, then as a villain(jealous), then as a inspiration, then as a friend...and amid all this somewhere the strange feeling crept in.. Even when we fought recently when she didn't trust me I was broken..the reason I outburst on her too.. But I can never even think of hurting her at any point..

We are actually opposite in nature.. Like north and south pole.. I'm a social person but she just have a close knit of friends and is seen around them... I burst out when something wrong happens.. But she forgives everyone easily.. She would rather find fault in herself and blame herself rather than others.... I get hurted easily and outburst too.. But she doesn't outflow her emotions easily.. How much ever hurt she is the other person doesn't get to know.. She gets happy in small things..She lives more for her family rather than herself.. Their happiness is above everything for her...I respect her for what she is.. I love her.. But confessing my feelings.. Hmm.. No I won't...i think I should wait for the right time..

Months later..

Karthik pov- Days were literally flying...i and Arohi spend more time together..but our relation still remains the same of friendship.. Samar has shifted to London with family so Arohi shares many things with me now...our bond has become a lot more stronger.. Today we are going to our home for this weekend...Mom dad are waiting...On the way I will drop her at her house too I have said though I'm not 😉... It's a long journey...I'm driving..some time back there was a heavy weigh on my shoulder.. As usual she has rested on her favourite pillow to sleep... Shhh...she doesn't know this but that's the comfortable place for her to sleep I guess. I adjusted a bit so that she can be comfortable.

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