The Letters From Shaitan!

Letter 13

Hey Meera,

It's been long. And my you've become quite popular! All of us worship you for your timely help. You are one though cookie(or is it a kit kat? Sorry! Couldn't resist that pun, though it looks lame on paper!). I actually didn't want to write you letters on the trek trip, you know. I was hoping I would just suddenly become Mr. Smooth & Suave, and be all chummy with you, and suddenly boom!, you know me is me. I honestly don't know what I was expecting. Life is not an effin fairytale. But you are. And that's why you are so unattainable. It's torture. I'm a really stupid coward. What was I thinking? We live in India, and I don't know about your family, but my family thinks dating is a Taboo. I'm crazy to think something would happen by writing you anonymous letters. I don't know how I'll tell you my identity..

But I'll have to do it. One day or one day, you'll know my identity. Not through a letter, not through my friends, but by me. Face-to-face. Because you deserve it. 

I didn't mean to be a stalker, okay? It just happened! I have poor judgement skills, overly enthusiastic best friends, and a stupid follow your heart poster in my room! Ok, ok, It is my fault. And I truly deeply apologise. I hope you are not mad at me, and if you are, I totally understand. But I don't think that's the case is it?

So if I do get enough courage to tell you during the trek, I promise you I'll do it, and it's in your hands what to do after that. But if I don't tell you my identity, be rest assured, you'll know about it someday.....

I'm not one for superstitions, but I couldn't help but notice that this was my 13th letter. But be rest assured that I'll write no more.

You'll stay in my heart forever. I'll never forget you.

Yours Genuinely,

Shaitan.

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Meera was stunned to find a new letter perched on her pillow when she entered the room. She quickly read it, and hid it along with the other letters in a secret folder in her suitcase. Leah burst in just then, chattering away animatedly about the midnight feast.

Only when she was lying in bed tossing and turning did Meera let herself think about the letter. The last letter. She couldn't help but grieve, because she will miss those letters very much. Not only did they offer her companionship, but there was something so innately innocent about anonymous letters that she couldn't quite resist the idea of them. And it also gave her the opportunity to peep into the musings of a teenage boy, a year or so older than her, and how vulnerable he seemed to be.

She also remembered how he apologised for the stalking. She understood how stalking was bad, and creepy, but the effect of the sweet letters had cancelled they creepy ways in which they reached her, leaving there nothing to be forgiven.

But what unsettled her was how he gave her full power to do whatever she wanted, after she found out his identity. She was a teenager for heaven's sake! What did he expect? They get married immediately or fly of into the moonrise in a magic carpet? He was right, this was real life, not a fairy tale. There was no scope for them to date because both their households were conservative, and she would't blame them.

The arranged marriage way of life was instilled in most of the families in the country, and it would be sore disappointment if someone strayed from this tradition. After all, it was a clever way for the parents to ensure that they can become grandparents in a way that they could easily control. It was the ultimate win-win for all, no matter the 21st century bull-load about love that everyone sprouted. 

Meera thought about how much she loved her parents, how they had been supportive of her throughout her childhood. How she would never be able to repay them back for all they have done, and the least she could do was not to disappoint them.

Then she thought of the seat boy sending her anonymous letters. How she had enjoyed his company, without even his actual presence. 

And then, she made a decision.

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Hi guys!

This chapter is very important as it sets the tone for the rest of the chapter. Now onwards, things will start clicking into place and your mind is gonna be blown. Expect the unexpected.

It's also a good time to bet about who is this handsome hunk who writes under the pseudonym of Shaitan, so please go ahead and comment who you think is gonna be Shaitan.

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