The Bicyle Ride

5. Flashback

"Mahi, you are coming to the party?" asked Mark, my colleague.

He was a tall, dark young man with hazel brown eyes and an impressive personality which undoubtedly attracted all girls of the office but for me he was just my best friend.

It was an official party so I had to go without any if and but. Upon reaching the venue, I met many businessmen, investors and it added a lot of experience to my list.

The party got over and I, along with Mark, went to the beach. As I lived in Maldives, beaches were the best place to relax yourself.

I was enjoying the soothing breeze and the voice of the deep waves. Mark was sitting next to me with a cup of coffee and he asked, "Why do you always carry a white flower with you? Is there any story related to it?"

I smiled and converted the flashback memories into words for him.

After confessing my feelings to Abhimanyu, the night seemed endless to me.

Next morning my results for entrance examination was to be declared for JEE. I was going through a lot of mixed feelings and the night seemed endless to me.

I woke up and found my parents standing next to my bed with a big smile on their face and they told me that I have cleared the exam with an excellent rank. I was feeling at the top of the world . The whole day went with so much of happinesses and wishes from friends and relatives.

In the evening, I went out for a walk and was dying to meet him, to know his answer, to share my success with him but as I reached there, there was nothing, no flowers, no fragrance, no sight of him. I searched for him but to no avail. I thought he might have closed his shop a bit earlier, but I was filled with a strange feeling.

For about one month I regularly went in search of him, his flowers, his smile but there was no trace of him.

Although I was alive but I was not living, there was heart beat but I felt breathless. I was restless without him. I wanted to know his whereabouts.

One evening, I was sititng on the sofa and lost in my thoughts. My father was watching the news and suddenly I froze as my gaze fell upon the figure on the television screen.

It was him, the florist, who was dresed in the most beautiful manner, black tuxedo, Rolex watch and possessing a perfect English speech!

He was the son of business tycoon. But what was he doing here as a florist? With me? With everyone? What was his purpose!? These questions were striking my mind the whole night and tears were my companion for the endless night.

The next morning came with another big shock, not only for me but for my whole socitey. A legal notice was sent to all the houses of my colony that a multi-storey building was going to be constructed in our colony for which our houses will be took over by A&J constructions.

It was his company.

Will he really do this!? I thought in my mind. How he could be so ruthless, so selfish!?

He can't be...