@Shambhavi- Congratulations on your win captain @imvkohli great job by you and your team.
@imkohli- Thank you @Shambhavi.
I replied and threw my phone away. I checked if it landed safely on the couch and slumped back on the couch closing my eyes.
My mind wanted to ponder away from her, her thoughts, her imagination and her existence. This is the part when I regret having a heart. That silly stubborn heart.
I picked my phone back up and opened my WhatsApp. I scrolled down aimlessly until i couldn't scroll down any further. I opened the last chat and there was the bitch back again. I sighed and straightened my back and opened her dp. She stared back at me, barely smiling, that's not a real smile, it's so horribly made up and forced.
"Someone would smile better even at gunpoint" I laughed returning to our last chat.
Got formal, have we?
Those were the last few words I'd ever said her until today's "thank you" on Twitter. Those last words which didn't even reach her. That single grey tick waiting to turn blue. Less did it know that it's wait is going to last an eternity.
Mrs.Shambhavi Khan, yes she is married, it's been a year. Her marriage story is quite a long and rough one. She's a Brahmin who married a Muslim who is originally from Pakistan. She changed her number after marriage, and I didn't have the new one. Even if I did, how would have it mattered? You can't clap with one hand, can you?
"Hey Jinx" I attended the call as her face flashed out and Rahane came on my screen
"Aaj tu gym nahi aya Bhai"
"Haan woh.."
"Chal abhi aja"
"Nahi yaar, aaj kuch theek nahi lag Raha" I said slowly. I sounded sick probably.
"Tu theek toh he na?" He asked concerned
"Haan yaar" I lied. I was fine on the outside, but the inside... It was hard to tell.
He hung up.
I got up from the couch and made myself some oat flakes with almonds and raisins. Munching on them I wondered about my huge house full of luxuries but void of humans to usethem. Mom is right, I should get married. Maybe not for love, but I'll have someone to fill this emptiness, a companion. And there lies the problem, who to marry!? I just can't marry a random stranger, marriage calls for compatibility, understanding, mutual respect, and the problem with most girls is that they don't understand me and the one's who do, which is rare are married.
Sometimes I think I should've married Yuvraj, or Dhoni Bhai, but then they're married again. Rohit too has Ritika.... Pandya, Pandya..I thought
He's got a girlfriend! Reminded the inner me.
AB is really hot though winked the inner me. "He has a child and a beautiful wife for God sakes!" I scolded the weird inner me.
I gulped down the last bite and puffed my cheeks keeping the bowl in the dishwasher and got back to my dear couch and TV. You know I would've been gyming now if I hadn't been wished by my dear ex-bestfriend-whatsoever-she-was. Look at this woman's audacity, she's out of my life, yet messing it up.
I smiled remembering how many times she uses to say a sorry when I would get angry and how I wouldn't say it even once. How we used to have endless late night chats and spend our sleepless nights together. But time, it changes everything. From people to places to relations to circumstances.
I didn't know whether I loved her, or it was mere infatuation or just a great bond of friendship. She never let me know, acknowledge, anything at all. I thought we'd had time of the world to give such small things a thought, but I was so wrong. Look at me now, scratching my head over strings that she left behind unstruck.
So sitting on my couch on a lazy Monday afternoon I analysed and realised a life lesson.
Shambhavi married her childhood crush, she was happy. Who am I to question her happiness? Her choices? I didn't own her at the end of the day. I should be happy that she is happy. Was I?
Sometimes its just easier and better to move on. There lies my greatest good-I should move on, and away. Burry her in some deep thoughts of my memory and take an oath to never open the doors again. That's what will be best for us.
She had already done that, now it was my turn to do to same.
" I am already halfway through I guess" I smiled in solace.
A/N: Bomber?
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He rubbed her skin firmly under the white Lenin covers as her eyes closed again.
