Lifeline

Prologue

"Baby, don't you think you should keep your work aside and spend some 'us' time with me ?", Dhruv frowned at my laptop screen.

"Uh-huh don't baby me now. Where did this 'us' time go when you forgot our numerous dates and plans because of your work?", I rolled my eyes at him. "Anyways, it's just a one-day thing . We can do whatever you want from tomorrow."

"Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow. For all you know I might just be lying dead.", he said as he jumped onto the bed where I am working.

"Save your melodrama for someother day baby. Just not today. Today, you can whine how much ever you want, but won't get a second glance from me.", I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Ugh why do I feel like I am third wheeling between you and your work. Never thought I would feel jealous of something which cannot even breathe." He grimaced making me laugh.

I woke up with a start. That was three years back and till to day I regret my actions on that day. How I wish I could go back in time and undo several things and say many more. How I wish I listened to him that day and gave him the 'us' time that he asked for. How I wish that I held him in my arms and told how much I loved him.

But I never knew that it was going to be our last, happy conversation. The last time I would see him laughing and loving me. After all, Dhruv turned out to be a very good psychic that I never imagined him to be.

Three years after that incident and here I am, still clinging to his memories. Memories of his laughter, his love, his hugs, his kisses and his scoldings are almost sufficing. Almost.

It's like he took a part of me with him.
I am stuck with those memories in a room with no way out. From that day I have given up on all my pleasures. I turned into a rigid and unhappy person who feels jealous of happy people.

I started working hard, like never before. I thought atleast my work could bring me some peace and divert me from him. But even that has given up on me, failing to take him away from my heart. I have a part of him with me though, his
dream; VROHI. Now I live for that dream, to fulfill it and somehow make him immortal in it.

"Please put on your seat belts. We are preparing to land in Newyork." the air hostess' voice brought me out of my reverie. I put on my seat belt and looked outside the window, wondering what else is left for this city to give me.

As soon as the flight landed my phone started ringing loudly, waking everyone who didn't give heed to the air hostess' announcement. Hiding from their nasty glares I picked up the call and immediately regretted doing so.

My so-called elder brother thought it would be a great idea to bombard me with questions and that too in his booming voice. "You finally landed? How was the flight? Were your co-passengers good? Anyone hot? BTW is anyone coming to pick you up?..."

"Oh please shut up Sidhu, I am still waking up from my sleep. My brain is not active enough to remember all your questions. So please, one after one. Yup, it just landed. It was a long and tiring flight. Co-passengers were good and no, there were no hot guys. And finally I am big enough to find myself a cab.", I replied with thick sarcasm.

" Who said anything about hot guys, I was asking about girls. You see, it's been a long time since my last breakup. And why didn't you ask your manager to send a vehicle? "

"If that pea-sized brain of yours works properly, you will remember that I came hear for a surprise inspection and so I cannot ask them to send a car. ", I reminded him with exasperation.

"Oh yeah, how can I forget that you are a modern era Hitler. Which generous boss does this to their employees? Employees are known for their tardiness and indiscipline. Cut them a slack sister." I can almost see him rolling his eyes on the other side.

With an eye roll of my own I replied," I need results from them. I can't tolerate their tardiness in my company. They can do it elsewhere. "

"No one can change you. You will die off discipline. Anyway, go and take rest. Tata."

"Give my love to mom and dad. I will talk to you later. Bubye."

As soon as I cut the call, my phone bares again. Arghh. Maybe I should dump my mobile somewhere. But I take the call, as it from my favourite person.

"Hey baby, already missing me?"

"I can never understand the concept of calling a fully grown woman a baby." the voice from the other side mocked.

"It's just our generation thing baby. You won't get it."

"I am happy that way. Anyways reached home?"

"Not yet. On my way. I had to talk to that buffoon for an hour."

"Don't call my baby a buffoon."

"Look who is calling a fully grown guy a baby now." I said with a smirk.

"He is always a baby to me because of his actions.". We laughed at that.

"Sameera..."

"Yeah?"

"Maybe this is your chance to move on from Dhruv and start a new life.", she said with hesitation in her voice.

"I have been trying to do that since past three years. I don't think it's possible anymore."

"He was my son Sameera. I can understand what you are going through. But this is no way to spend your life. Maybe there, without any reminders, you will forget him. Maybe a new person will bring unforseen changes in your life.", she said with a hint of hope.

"I don't think it's possible mom. There is no place for anyone else in my life. Your son made sure to leave his mark hard in my life." I said with a finality and cut the call.

Oh boy, how wrong was I.

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