Chapter 8 - The Late Love

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Sunday, July 2015,

I have lived through a lot, I've seen my sister die, I've seen my mother cry, on a day, sad and dry, when my father left us forever. No, he isn't dead, dear diary, it's just that he's dead for us, he might be having a good time with a beautiful damsel in an expensive cellar of a well-known hotel. We indeed had fortunes, and fortunes remind me of a man.

Shivaay, the man who's come to be my friend, indeed is THE man I'm thinking of now. I know I've been late, but the late describes the love more. I've been late in writing out my feelings on this paper. But this entry has got more to do about the meeting we had for first time, than any other thing.

The car stood in front of us, we were a metre away from it, and he, laughing crazily on the petty nuances I'd put on with that ice cream. I barely knew that an ice cream could bring so much happiness to a grown up adult. But we need to cut the normalcy for once, absurdity has its own beauty.

I gave him my address. He looked nothing like the overt, frowning bourgeois, the famed business tabloids boast of. I might have felt down at first, for he was really looking down upon me, but his retort of trust was far more impressive than his attire or his fortune. He indeed was famed for his wisdom, and now that we've gotten close, I truly believe in this wise fellow.

Many people think that there are some things that an adult woman and a man can do together. We are friends as of now, and even if I seem to know the future course of our lives, he decides to live in absolute oblivion. He does it on purpose, because his business mindset prompts him to get a new surprise with a new dawn. I am a stable person, I love anticipation, as it eases up your future, although you've no control over it. I know we would end up falling in love, as it is tough to bear his charm, at least for me. And this has made me an unknowingly idiotic person. I think I'd be able to avoid it, but even though I am able, he certainly has some other plans.

Shivaay has come to be the golden part of my life. He seems loving, I wonder if he would keep his eyes cemented on me if we ever take our friendship to the realms of love. I am just talking about it now, there are no people who can listen to this blabber non-judgmentally, and for now, I don't want judgements to hit my weak points.

Frankness has been my strong as well as weak nook, I believe it's a boon for me now, as Shivaay is fond of frankness. This might be a boon, but it comes with its own conditions.

I'd taken this frank approach to a next level, I'd asked him, whether I'd ever become a hot headline for being close to him.
He had said that it might be a problem, because he has seen Amaya bearing this brunt of shameful headlines that are always a result of Rudra's idiocy. I accept that I was afraid, for Amaya and me, are more than just poles apart.

All the people I'd heard of who were Shivaay's close ones, Amaya was the coldest so far. I thought it was her disapproval of me, for she neither greeted me, nor responded when greeted by me. I was afraid of being an unwanted someone, their friendship was much more deep than I could fathom myself. He and Amaya, seemed to talk through their eyes, as if they knew of every corner of each other's soul. I had heard a rumor saying that Shivaay had proposed her, and his open fondness spoke of his stand too. Amaya isn't beautiful, but what she has is extreme intelligence, which is too boggling to handle at times. And moreover, she surprisingly is too much into Rudy, who seems to share minimal intelligence but maximum fondness with her. They are too good together, just sharing a sizzling but beautiful bond. I just got a reason for the fame Amaya has, as a pillar of Oberois. She indeed is the intellect that holds them together. I'd be more than happy if Rudra gets to realise his wish of being with her forever.
I had noticed many people, but the one who noticed every other thing I did, or had in my bag or schedule was Shivaay. I have to meet him tomorrow, and surprisingly, he has arranged a time that was perfect according to my schedule. I, on the other hand, know just the primary things about him. I want to know more of him though, but my circumstances often forbid me.

Being as perfect as him, is my ever dream. I want to be as perfect in every aspect as Shivaay, but at the same time, I'd like to see his imperfections as well. Either way, its going to be good, I hope we don't end up as a boring couple!

Yours truly,
Annika.

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As this title says, this chapter and entry is late, so am I. I beg pardon from the depth of my heart, but my studies just kept me busy. Thanks for the patience friends, and I hope all of you have a great time reading this. Do upvote and leave a comment. Thanks again!

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