A story that is untold. A story that is incomplete. And a story that is unheard. Unveiling an alternate universe to Anurag and Prerna's love story in a wintery twist. As beautiful as winters. As cold as ice and as short as the season. Will they make...
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"Do you even love komolika?" I asked and I saw him let out a deep breath and sigh in disappointment.
"Love does not obey the mind and turns into hatred when forced." He sighed and continued, "Love only comes out of heaven, unasked and unsought."
I was taken aback at his words. Every word he uttered was true - a forced love will never last. He eyes stared at me - the eyes shone like a magical glass that reflected all his truths and love.
"And I think I found that unasked, unsought love." He struck his words to me. Pulling me closer by my arm. I startled on his touch. His touch makes me go weak in my knees every time. His very touch sends shivers down my spine.
"Do you - you really love me? " i stammered.
"More than I would have loved anyone else." He said as his breath got against my lips. His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to. In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight.
"Prerna" he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful a one, I think, as I lean in for another, a tree branch falls behind us. Our faces turn to the tree but we see no suspicious thing. Probably the twig fell because of the strong winds.
"Would you like to share everything about Komolika and you?" I sat down on the rock nearby after patting away the snow from it. Anurag snuggled by my side as he sat beside me.
"We were together in the college. I really fell for her charm. She seemed the lovable person to me back then. She cared the most and she seemed to be only one i could spend my life with. But little did i know she was all there just for my family's wealth. But i never really took anything from my family. I always wanted to live independently. I wouldn't mind living in a small house and living a simple life, i care if it's because of me and not because of my dad's money. Komolika, obviously did not like that. so she starting playing her charm on my mother when she realised it wasn't working on me anymore. All of her love was a complete facade. I should have known. Her lack of eye contact should have warned me, it isn't natural to avert your gaze from one you love. It gave her distance from my heart and soul, enough to allow the mean behaviors and the power trips she craved. In those moments I felt dehumanized, made just another part of her life to be controlled, to perform a function she required. It hurts more than any physical pain I've endured and I've had my share. " he said hiccuping his sobs in between.
"Perhaps this breakup is the only way I will rediscover who I am, the me that is purely myself. I had these dreams. I had these amazing technicolor dreams that I need to make into some kind of reality for others... and for me too." he continued.
"If you have gotten over her then why do you still stay with her?" I asked because nothing seemed understandable.
"I don't stay with her. Nothing about her stays with me anymore." he said sternly.
"But still calls herself your girlfriend."
"That's because my mother my mother is blinded in her facade. plus i have no choice, She keeps finding a way or another to harm my family. That's also the reason why i dont live with my family. I dont want her to hurt them. Honestly, she just says that just for the sake of keeping other girls away from me. Even i know that she is with some other guy right now." he clarified.
"Anyway she shouldn't matter to us. The only thing that should matter to us is us. Now that i have got you with me, i can definitely fight her out." he scooted near me and kissed me.
"I love you Anurag!" I said in between the kiss. we stayed still in each others arms to live our moment.
"Don't you think we should get going with the trekking. We definitely would be the last ones to reach the summit." he chuckled.
"I know. Shivi, Ronit, Anupam and Nivedita must be so mad at us." i said and we laughed our hearts out and then a little more and then started to trek our way up the snowy path.
As we reached the summit, I caught my breath. The beauty and the thinness of the air overtook my senses. I knelt down in the snow looking out to the world below. The view from the peak of a mountain is very different from being in an airplane. The sense of awe I had was enhanced. The world seemed more real. A smile came to my face as I remembered my childhood. Playing "king of the mountain" was one of my favorite pastimes and now, I was the "king" of the highest mountain. The climb to the peak had been a long one. Stumbling over rocks and brush, slipping on pebbles, cold, listening about Komolika. Indescribable joy, relief, and beauty. Being with someone you love in such a peaceful setting caused me to feel very loved. I looked down and i could see our camps down there, small enough to resemble tiny pebbles. i was completely mesmerised by beauty of the snow and the mist.
Anurag pulled me into him and cupped my cheeks between his gloved hands. we kissed each other, as we savored each others tastes, transmitting the heat into each other in this chilly weather. This was the third kiss we had today and guess what i am already addicted to his taste. Every time it happens, i wish it happens all the more again.
"What the hell are you two doing?" we heard someone shockingly say that. We broke the kiss and looked over shoulders to see Shivani standing there gobsmacked.
