What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 34

It's been four weeks, since Salman left, four weeks of emptiness, four weeks of loneliness, four weeks of feeling lost. These four weeks were the most horrible weeks of my life. I missed him terribly, I wanted him back, but there was no way of contacting him. His mobile was switched off, I tried calling home, but no one would answer. I wanted to go back to India to know whether or not he's okay, but Karan wouldn't let me.

"Karan, just a week off, please!"

"I'm sorry Aditi. I can't help you. Two people have already left, I can't let you go. Remember you've signed a contract, it's a legal matter."

I sigh heavily. Karan's eyes soften as he looks at me, "I'm sorry, Aditi, as much I want to help you, I can't, it's not in my hands. I'm really sorry." he puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

And now I feel stuck here. The entire trip was supposed to be fun, where we could dance and have the time of our lives. But now, because of me, everyone's wishing that they weren't here.

"Aditi, shall we continue? Let's just finish this one song, alright?" says Aliya quietly.

"Yeah, okay." I mumble back. We reached in Atlanta this morning. We were really very exhausted, but at the same time we had to start practicing, since at every show, we had to come up with new choreography. It's seven in the evening now, another hour of practice and then we have dinner.

"Let's take it from the top!" shouts Aditya, as we all take places.

After our rehearsal, we all sit on the floor, catching our breath. I sit with my back against the mirror, going through my phone, checking for any new messages or missed call from him. But no, my expectations disappoint me again.

"Let's go to the Italian restaurant we saw on our way here." suggests Varun.

"Yeah!" many agree with him.

"Let's all get freshen up and we'll meet in the lobby after half-an-hour, yeah?" says Ali.

"Done!"

Everyone starts getting up and starts leaving. I get up slowly, not at all interested to go out. I just wanna stay up in my room, on my bed and sleep, that's all. That's what I've been doing for the last four weeks, sulking all day long.

"You're coming right?" asks Varun as he looks at me with a smile.

"Umm, no Varun. You guys carry on." I tell him as we walk out of the studio. Luckily, this hotel had a small studio of its own; Karan didn't have to rent one.

Varun stops in his tracks and puts his hand on my shoulders. He looks me in the eye with a serious expression, "Aditi." he sighs, "I know what you're going through. But it's no point being stuck on to someone who doesn't give a damn. Have you ever thought about it? If he truly loved you, he would've never left. He would've been by your side right now, wiping away all your tears."

My throat tightens and my eyes well up with tears. I hate it. I hate being weak, so weak that I can't control my tears, my emotions.

"Hey, hey, hey, please don't cry, I just wanted to make you feel better." he says quickly, as if he broke something he shouldn't have touched.

"N-no, it's al-alright." I stutter, trying to hold back my tears, "Varun, it's...It's com-complicated."

Varun pull me down with him and makes me sit next to him on the floor. We both cross our legs and I look up at him in confusion, "I'm all ears, tell me about your complications, maybe I can un-complicate it." he gives me a lopsided smile.

I smile back at him, "It's okay Varun, don't let me waste your time." I try to get back up, but he pulls me back down.

"You're not a waste of time. You're my friend and I want to listen to all your worries and throw them away." he smiles again.

I sit back down again, next to him, "I don't know Varun. I mean, I still can't believe he left, just like that. Two years of relationship, thrown away for no good reason. It just doesn't make any sense. Yes, I agree, it was my fault and I even apologized for making him stay, but no, he...he left." I sigh heavily.

"Was he the jealous kind of guy?" he asks.

"No, he trusted me and was a very mature and understanding person."

"That's weird though isn't it?" he says and I nod my head.

"Maybe, he's been planning this?" he says slowly.

I look at him with confusion, my eyebrows furrow, "What do you mean?"

Hi bites his lower lips, as if trying to put his thoughts into words.

"I mean, that maybe Salman had already made his mind. He had already planned the break-up. And maybe Harry was just a small mistake that you made, which gave him a reason to break up with you."

"What...I..." I'm speechless. Salman wanted to break up with me? But why?

"I'm sorry, Aditi, I can understand how you feel. But it's just a thought, you know." he shrugs.

I didn't reply, instead I just nod my head. Salman didn't love me? He wanted to leave.

"Aditi, you deserve someone who's gonna love you so much, that you forget about that ass who broke your heart for no reason." he holds my hands in his and gives it a squeeze.

Tears threaten to spill down my eyes as my lips quiver. I feel like all my life has been a lie. I've known Salman only for two years, but those two years were the best two years of my life. I was happy knowing that there's someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, seeing a future with him and getting old with him. But now, everything seems empty, blurry.

"But he was my everything....." I sob hard, "He was my future, I dreamt of getting married to him, to have his children, to grow old with him, but now...."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry. I understand what you're going through. But can you change the past?"

I shake my head no.

"Can you control your future?"

I shake my head no.

"Then you need to think about now. What next? Do you want to stay like this forever, waiting for someone, who left you for no reason, who didn't love you enough to stay with you for the rest of your life? Or do you want to be the girl who is a part of the most amazing team of choreographers, travelling around the US and living the dream. A girl who is surrounded by the people she loves. Think about it, Aditi. A beautiful, talented girl like you shouldn't waste her time, crying over a guy who doesn't give a shit about you. You know what you need to do? You need to get out have fun. It's not the end of the world!"

I nod my head again. How am I supposed to explain him? That Salman was my world. But he's got a point. I've got to stop sulking at what happened in the past and focus on the 'now'. He is right, it was my childhood dream to dance in shows, around the world.

Varun wipes my tears off my cheeks and gets up, pulling me up with him. He then pulls me into an unexpected hug. He holds me tight and it feels as if he is trying to take away all the pain.

"Thank you." I whisper. It's really kind of him, I never thought Varun was such a sweetheart. He's actually made me feel better.

He pulls me away and waves his hand. "You want to join us for dinner?" He asks.

"I want to, but I'm really exhausted. But I promise, you can count me in the next time we go out." I smile at him.

"Okay, I understand and you better not break your promise!"

"I won't."