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Chapter 32

So far away

Song for this chapter - Atlantis by Seafret

Hero's POV

"Man, you have to get me her number. Please. Ask Meadow, ask whoever the hell,you want to ask but I have to get it" I hung up. I tried calling Nirvana but her phone is switched off. And I don't have any of her friend's contact number to check on her. She must be home by now. Then why the hell is her phone switched off? Is she okay? Obviously not. Will she ever talk to me again? I don't know. Damn !! I am going mad, questioning and answering myself. I didn't know what to do. So I did the only thing came in my mind. I asked Swen to get me Fatima's number. It should not be that hard for him, being the producer. And he said that he thinks Meadow has Fatima's number regarding costume. I wish, I had paid more attention and at least had Anna's contact number. Today is Wednesday and I have to leave for the promotional tour on Saturday. Fuck !! I don't even have enough time to clean my own shit. This is so fucked up. If I  am not able to mend things now, I won't be able to see her for the next one month straight. I throw my phone on the floor and I sit on the corner of my bed, running my hands through my hair. I have to do something.
I was booking my flight ticket to New York when, my phone vibrated, with a scratched screen now. I see a message from Swen, texting Fatima's number. I immediately called her up, without saving the number. She answered on the third ring. "Hello?" her voice laced with sleep and confusion. "Fatima, this is Hero" I say and hear her gasp. "Uh....oh..uhm Hero..uh what's wrong?" she asks clearly baffled by my call. How does she know something is wrong? Is my being a jerk, that evident? "I need your help" I said before telling her about what happened. "You are clearly a jerk" she says when I finally complete my story. "It is 7.30 in the morning. Do you want me to go and check on her? According to you, she reached home yesterday only. But if there had been anything wrong with her, Anna would have called me right away" Fatima sighs. "I will be there by tommorow but I just want you to check on her. Once I am there, I will handle it. Can you please let me know?" I ask helplessly. "I will." she said before hanging up. There is another text from Swen, sending Mill's number. But no way, am I calling him. If he comes to know what I did, he will probably eat me alive. Moreover, he might just brainwash Nirvana against me. Who knows? Wait. Fatima will tell him. There is no way, he won't come to know, if something is wrong with Nirvana. For the first time in my life, I am scared of someone, so badly.  You deserve a few kicks, from him, my subconscious mind mocked me.

Nirvana's POV

India.
Never in my wildest dreams, did I think, that this will be the place I will come back, to escape from my pain after running away from here, years ago. I called Ruhi, on my way from airport and she was beyond excited to know about my arrival. I landed in Delhi, but I had to take a bus to go back to the town. Sonepat is a small town, located at the outskirts of Delhi. And I remember the way, quite fairly.
Honestly, I already feel better being here. I have so much to see, that all my senses are busy taking in the diversity. I will say, that this place is a good distraction for me right now. The people are so friendly and I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I happily click pictures from my camera. When I reach the bus stop, I start walking towards my cousin's home, which is not very far away. I also want to take more pictures, and I am proud that I remember the address. I have only one bag with me because I was suppose to spend only a week in London with.......
I have to stop my mind from wandering back to Hero. But there is no lying here when I say that I badly wish, he could come here with me. I would love to watch him watch everything around us. The way, he would smile out of embarrassment when everyone would have looked at him from head to toe, the way he would draw his lips into a fine line after giving up on understanding what  the woman next to me was saying or the way he would crinkle his nose, realising that Indians in general are loud people. They speak their mind and heart out loud all the time, unabashedly. And when, we would reach the bus stop finally, he will take a minute, to wipe the sweat, trailing down his neck with his white handkerchief and continue walking, smiling at me.
Hero is not here. And he will never be so stop acting so pathetic Nirvana, I mentally slap myself.
I didn't realize, that I had been standing in front of the house for a while now. I wipe away my tears before knocking and take a deep breath. A young girl around my age, pulls the door open. I have not seen Ruhi but from the way, the smile is stretching on the face of this girl, I know its her.
"Vanniiii" she squeals hugging me tight and I nearly lose my balance. "Aap aa gaye" she squeaks before hugging me again and this time, I hug her back.
(Translation - You came)
I am out of breath, only listening to her. God !! She is happier than me. When I finally come inside, I am taken aback for a minute. The house is the same. Not an inch has changed since, I left. All the memories rush back like waves and before I realize, I am crying.