Tu Na Mera [COMPLETED ✔]

CHAPTER 9

Lately, my life had turned out to be too much dramatic. My boyfriend breaking up with me for another girl and my chemistry professor kissing me. Other than that I had my tickets to USA. Finally... I would be out of this whole place where I had the best memory of my first love kissing me.

Hypnotised by thoughts, I was unaware that I was sitting in the cafeteria with a bunch of other people glaring at me while I sheepishly smiled. "Hey! ", the regular voice rang in my ears. Encouraging myself, I met the caramel-brown eyes of his' which turned to lighter shade as they met mine. I felt lost and still sinking in them... I chipped "Hi". "So... Doing great? ", he asked. "Yup.. ", I said sincerely. "I guess.. If we could drive back to the lone place again.. ", he asked. How more creep could he be? However... He was a cute creep. When he smiled... He gave way to his dimples to highlight his facial features. The adorable smile made him look like a cute kid. "Sure... ", I said. "Okay.. On a serious note... I needed to ask you... Is there anyone bullying u or something of that sort? ", he asked. I smiled at his concern for me. "No... Why would they do that? ", I asked. "For fun.. U know? ", he replied. "But whilst I haven't done anything why would they try to hurt me? ", I asked. "Then who was the girl beating up guys on her first day blue and black? ", he asked. "Oh shit! U saw it? I didn't mean to show off... I got really pissed off... So", I explained myself. "But u have got really good fighting skills though... ", he said. "Thank you... My dad was a karate expert... So he taught me a few tricks... ", I replied with a sad smile as his remembrance took over me. "Today I want u to meet with someone special... ", he said. "Sure.. ", I replied. He never needed to speak out his happiness... His eyes gleamed whenever he did so... His eyes reflected the feelings Residing in him.

After college, he took me to the scariest place ever... The graveyard. He stopped by the florist and ordered a bunch of red roses with a pink lily. He clasped my hands in his and walked forwards. Leaning down in front one of the building, he held out the bouquet and sat down. I slowly followed him and sat beside him. A discomforting silence surrounded us. "This is my mom... I lost her 2 years ago... To cardiac arrest... ", he said and my head jerked up to him. "I felt vulnerable at that time ... You know? I felt lonely and grief-stricken... I felt like someone had screwed my heart down.. You know? It's a feeling like..  Someone is trying to creep down your heart... I felt like someone was trying to behold me... you know like.....", he fell short of words as he started to sob and his feelings took over his words... so I completed him, "Like... they have taken your tomorrow... leaving behind a mass of guiltiness and lifeless life". He looked at me and I gave a half-smile which spoke my whole life. He wept off his lone left tears and smiled back at me. As he got up, he whispered, "It's a secret between you and me". I looked at him with a expressionless look which was filled with concern. That means no one in the class knew about it? Did he believe me so much? "How did you cope up with your situation?", running a hand through his discarded hair he asked. As he flexed his arms...I didn't know what to say. Vivid images of me crying near the graves the whole time... becoming aggressive and most importantly getting into alcohol and drug traps... Then my physiotherapist suggested me to move away from places that reminded me of them. "Come on...Say it..", his eyes softened and his eyes turned into a lighter shade assuring me. I was flattered ...I must say. I decided to speak up to him. At the end... I added, " Teenagers are most prone to such things... especially when grief stricken". I could understand his situation... After all we were on the same boat. I could understand that he must be facing nightmares... getting scared , terrified and horrified. "Do you face night mares?", I asked. He nodded positively and said, "Only when I visit her... I just can visualize her lumping up and down as she was in her last days...", he said while tears of guilt made their places. "Would you like to stay up at my place?", without filtering my thoughts I asked. I knew how it felt to live alone especially after grieving over someone special. "Are you sure?", he narrowed his eyes and I nodded confidently. "okay..", he muttered powerlessly.

I went to the kitchen for making coffee... and when I came back... I turned back instantly because I didn't want to see him shirtless! He had his clothes here for changing and he could have said me that he was changing. "Oh Shit! I am sorry", he muttered as he noticed me. I turned back for any scene of nudity ... but thank god he had his clothes on. "At least you should have changed your clothes at your place...", I muttered as I placed the mug of coffee on the glass tempered table. "Actually... I was not feeling to go back and change so I brought them here..", he said. "Should I order dinner?", I asked. "Why? Don't say me... You don't know how to cook?", he asked. He guessed it right... Fuck ! He was a teacher... He obviously had tricks. Pushing back his questions, I asked again "What should I order?". "First reply me...", he was stubborn. Sighing off for being defeated, I replied "No.. I don't know how to cook". "You should have said earlier... Wait..", he said as he shoved into my fridge for something to cook.. "Avira... you literally have nothing to cook! what is this fridge for?", he asked annoyed. "For my chocolates and left overs from the ordered food", I replied. "Oh gosh!", he muttered as he went into his flat and came up with a few ingredients for making what I think.... is khichadi. "You know how to cook?", I asked. "Yup..", he briefly nodded. Now I observed him... he was focused on his work so much so that he couldn't look at me smiling at him. "If you want then you can come to help me... don't stand over there like a pillar... At least you will learn something", he said and I didn't mind it.

"It is too good... I guess I ma eating something like this after....", I paused my shriek to continue, "4 years...", I continued. "For these 4 years you had been relying on restaurants?", he asked. "Not always.. sometimes cereals... sometimes oats... sometimes Maggie.. sometimes salad and in very rare cases sandwiches..", I replied. He nodded appreciatively. "You tube has helped me a lot with these things , u know?", I winked and he continued smiling.

As we were about to sleep, he insisted on sleeping on the sofa in my bed room... But no one can beat Avira Malhotra in an argument. I won and he went to the bed. I covered the sheets over my head as I observed him... a fragile structure was lying in front of me who easily faked his smile and happiness. He brought back those dark days where I was recovering from these shocks. Anxiety attacks was not an easy thing to handle. In one month I will be away from him... that thought twisted the insides of my stomach... I felt my breath getting away from me... heartbeats shuddering when I kept thinking of moving away from him... He was the most beautiful creature I ever came across.. the one whom I could believe the most... and thoughts hovering my mind I fell asleep..

//Honest confession! I wrote this chapter after hearing Darshan talking about his greatest regret of life on 'INDIE HAI HUM' social sawaal... That is why emotions have been poured out on this chapter... Isn't it?//