It was a pleasant evening, Meera woke up from her sleep when she heard her phone ringing sound. She took the mobile to see who it was and when she found that is from Vikranth she got up slowly and looked blankly at the phone screen.
She didn't attend the call and the phone is continuously ringing. She doesn't want to talk with him because she's mad at him for calling her after four days
From the moment she walked out from the airport a nameless depression and sorrow just clouded her heart and mind. She knows she shouldn't feel this way, but she's so helpless that she can't even pass a single moment without thinking about Vikranth.
When the phone again started to ring, she left her ego and attend the call nervously like she's going to talk with him for the first time.
"Hello", the word slipped from her mouth after a silence.
"Meera, how are you? Are you Ok" his voice sounded very tired and concerned.
"I am fine why you called me?" she asked showing her angry.
"I need a Help Now my manager will come to our house he will ask for a blue file. And that's in my cupboard near my photo. Take that and give that to him, OK?" he said.
"Hmm, OK", she replied.
"OK then I am ending the call", Vikranth said and abruptly ended the call and Meera thrown the phone again on the bed in a disappointment because nothing happened the way she wanted especially in the case Vikranth, she can't understand what he's having in his mind. She stood up and walked to Vikranth's room.
It's been five days since Vikranth left for Mumbai. Her companion in this big house is the little cat, silence, coffee, TV, the buzzing sound of wind and the chipping sound of birds and plants in the garden. Vikranth called her next day morning to say that he reached safely and then he didn't call her for almost four days.
Even she yearned to hear his voice she's very stubborn to call him leaving her ego. She doesn't want to come down from her pride.
The kiss and hug she shared with Vikranth on that day constantly roaming in her mind, she doesn't have any idea what her heart is trying to tell her.
Is it love? Whether am I started to love him?
Is he really changed or acting?
Am I fool???
Ah... My brain is going to explode I think...
Why should I have to love the person who throws me when I am useless to him, he will do that even in the future. He wanted me only for his needs not because of love. He not even cared about me when I lost my mom and the child. God... I hate him, I hate him, I HATE VIKRANTH.
Meera went into his room, she looked at their marriage photo. In that Vikranth smiled like he achieved in something, Meera too has a smile but not like Vikranth's. For a second her gaze is only on that picture, then she came out of her thoughts and looked at the cupboards. There are two, and she doesn't know which one Vikranth mentioned because both of them were on the adjacent sides of his photo.
She opened the left one using the key that was on the lock as such. She found there's no blue file in there but her eyes stumbled on the teddy bear that Vikranth bought from the shop when they first met and the photos of her and Vikranth that taken while they were in a relationship, and a red file with that. She is frozen and confused about why Vikranth is having these things with him.
Suddenly she heard a calling bell sound, she knows who is it. It must be that manager. She closed the cupboard and opened the right one where that blue file is sleeping...
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Her Racing Heart (Part 1)
RomanceMeera had a happy life, she never felt sad about her poor economic status or complained about working hard to support herself and her mother. Her life was so simple and bright until she met him... Vikranth is a man who has everything but lacks one...