She makes her way.. Through It All.

Chapter 3 : Ryan's POV

Ryan's POV

 Hey Guys! I thought of coming up with Ryan's POV! I ll keep updating his POVs but not too regular as the story spins around Samaira. 

BTW there's this song "UNMISTAKABLE" by Back Street boys that describes Ryan's POV through a song xD Listen to it too with the chapter :)

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I sit on the couch in my low lit room with HER roaming in and around my head. I've never felt for someone as intense as I've started feeling for Samaira.

I remember the day I first saw her. She was with one of her friends walking around the college campus. It was evening, so I suppose she must be heading back home. She was wearing a red tank top with a white cotton skirt. Her black hair flung open till her back. She had no makeup on except for the Kohl that accentuated her beautiful eyes. My gaze set upon her deep brown eyes which shone with vigor and delight. Her smile was no less than an angel's. She giggled a little at what her friend said, which all added to her perfection. It felt like the dust on the ground, made her feet dusty; it felt like she was a feather floating in the air, completely flawless and extremely beautiful. She felt like an angel approaching me. I fall short of words to express what she looked like.

I could never imagine myself staring at a passerby. I can still never figure out what caught my eye but, I was helpless. I couldn't stop myself from standing there and admiring her perfection. She stopped at the nearest local shop to buy chocolates. And her eyes beamed with excitement when she held one. The happiness in her eyes and the smile that stretched longer at the sight of chocolates made me guess that she loved them. She teased her friend holding the chocolates in her hand sticking her tongue out like a five year old child. I left out a chuckle at the sight of her innocence. She was mused in her own little world, not bothering to think what others might perceive of her. She was just living her life to the core.

Just then I was shaken out of my trance and I noticed I was standing in the middle of the road with three cars loudly honking and yelling abuses at me. I couldn't help but laugh at my stupidity and also the bald man sitting in his i10 shouting like a mad man from his driver's seat. He boiled a little more as he saw me laugh and that's when it hit me, If I stood there for few more minutes, he'd drive his car straight over me.

 I quickly crossed the road and searched for the girl who had caught my attention but I couldn't find her. I went to search at every nook and corner but couldn't gather even a sign of her, so I started to walk home disappointed. Reality knocked into me when suddenly I felt a huge hit on the back of my forehead,

"Ouch" I said, possibly shrieked.

"You dumbass I saw you ogling that girl in red top and white skirt."

My cheeks turned pink as I realized my friend, Varun, had caught me staring at her.

Knowing well, I am an awfully bad liar, I let out a little sigh and said,

"Dude, nothing like that... she just.. umm looked pretty."

"What??? Am I dreaming?" Varun screamed, pinching himself in his arm and screaming even louder.

"Of course you are not! You badass! Next time you scream this loud you'll tear off my eardrums"

"Oh boy! I am just so sorry. It just came to me as a surprise that Ryan Wadhwan kept staring at a girl. A G-I-R-L, I must emphasize."

"So what?" I complained rather surprised at his statement.

"So this dude! Half of our school had started considering you a 'Gay' as you never paid heed to any of those chicks who kept drooling over for you. Neither have you ever had a girlfriend or a crush, oh forget about it, with the looks like yours not even a fling! So there was no way out we could ever think you could be straight!"

Varun's words hit me hard in head, and by the time his words registered into my mind my mouth had already taken shape of an 'o'.

"If a guy with good looks doesn't check on girls, it does not mean he cannot be straight! You guys need to grow up man! How come I never knew that I was considered a gay in our high school?" I said disappointed.

"Well, that's because each guy in our school envied your good looks and found it their benefit to have you known as a gay. Had you been considered straight, none of the girls or even their sisters, would have kept themselves from drooling over you." He chuckled.

"Says the one who has been my best friend for years." I groaned.

He laughed at my reply which got me more furious and I started to walk in my own pace with the thoughts of me being a 'gay' hovering in my mind.

Varun had been my bestfriend for almost 9 years now, yet he never let me know that I was considered some homosexual shit in my school. I always knew I was popular for my looks, and the girl Varun used to approach, already used to have a crush on me, but hey.. Is that my fault??

I again felt someone hit me in my head. I knew it would be no one else than Varun so I turned around and yelled out loud,

"Dude! Why don't you just get a Halloween knife to rip my head off of my body rather than just trying to loosen its grip over my neck.. Coz my boy.. In all possibilities that would not happen."

He giggled and put his arm around me and said,

"Talking about the girl in red and white, She's Samaira Khanna, doing her majors in some xyz subject which even I am not sure about. She's the same age as ours and in exactly the same college as my sister, LSR. So in a way, she's a competitor to you as you are a Hindu being and LSRiites kinda hate each Hindu being's guts! So, I am sorry boy! But you are in some indirect sort of rivalry with her."

This time I smashed his head,

"Did you have to kill my love life before it even begun?"

We laughed and I let the thought of Samaira off my head until I went to bed and all the thoughts opened before me like files in a Govt. office. Plenty of them, out of which most were from the romantic movies that I'd ever watched or the stories I ve heard from people, where either love survives or loses for life.

The fear of losing someone crept into me again. After I lost Dad, yeah, things never were the same. From that very day I am scared of losing people hence there's a hard bricked wall that surrounds me, where I never let people in to see who actually I am.

I don't know how, when or where the thoughts of having a loved one to break through those walls, started to fix Samaira's face. The wish that I've longed for years to come true, for someone to come into my life and set me free from this cage of insecurity and the fear of losing, started wishing for her. Each and every picture that I had created with a face hidden in the darkness started to come to light, and that too, with Samaira in it.

The memory of that day to all the wonderful days i have been with her kept encircling my mind.

Samaira.... Samaira... Samaira...

I kept chanting her name like a prayer and that's when I fell asleep.