CHAPTER - 2 (Arya's POV)

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My phone's alarm had rung for the fourth time, and although I was tempted to put it on snooze again and sleep for some more time, yet I forced open my eyes, sitting upright on my side of the bed. I saw the time, it was 1 p.m. The laptop along with its charger was lying in a corner and I heard soft snores of Kashish, who was still soundly sleeping beside me. It had been a crazy night, watching the last season of Sherlock and then discussing about it. We slept when it was almost dawn. However, I knew that this weekend's messed up schedule is going to affect my upcoming week in a more serious way than I am originally expecting it to. I would be experiencing some serious Monday blues because of this late sleeping and waking up today.

The room was an utter mess, very likely of Kashish. I didn't feel like disturbing her. She looked too innocent sleeping and I quietly slipped out of that heavy blanket grabbing my jacket from the side as I wanted to enjoy a cup of tea by myself.

While preparing that heavenly cup of wonders, memories of Manthan again clouded my mind. I still remember how he used to get me a cup of bed-tea sometimes and we used to chat while sipping it slowly. The part of my life which I had spent with him is still my favourite one I guess.

I curled up on my sofa, as I remembered how it all started. We were classmates, it was all six years ago, our first year of a law degree, a pure college romance, with all its initial romanticism of that Bollywood movie feel surrounding us. I and Kashish were in different colleges since she opted for Management and I opted Law. 

Manthan and I started to steal glances at each other while the teacher was busy teaching us. Day by day, while stealing covert peeks we started to get to know each other bit by bit, though it was funny that later I started to think that I didn't know him even by a fraction. But, is knowing someone necessary to build up a connection with them? We can never know a person completely, yet we think that there's nothing about them which is hidden from us.

And thus, without knowing each other, Manthan and I started to feel that pull of attraction between us. And finally, that day arrived when he first came to talk to me about something. It was an utter shock; those first few words of oral interaction. He told me that someone really likes me, and that 'someone' wanted to ask me for a date. The shocking part was, that 'someone' wasn't Manthan, but it was his friend Karan. My answer was obviously no, that I didn't have any sort of feeling about Karan inside my heart. Little did Manthan know that it was him, who gave me those butterflies, instead of his friend.

But, that semi-proposal was a way by which Manthan and I started to talk to each other. Karan thought that Manthan would be finally able to convince me for a date with him and thus, he had no problem at all if Manthan was getting closer to me.

Our friend circles merged, and Manthan and I started to spend time with each other. We didn't talk much, since Manthan isn't a great conversationalist, though, those few words which I shared with him daily started becoming the most special ones for me. The way he cared about everyone and everything started to pull me towards him even more strongly. Months passed by, while Karan was still trying to woo me, and conversations with Manthan remained distant and less yet special. Karan was that strong, intelligent and clever one, who knew how to woo a woman with his ways, but Manthan on the other side was that dark, mysterious and messy boy of the class, who laughed a lot.

Wasn't it strange that however much Karan tried I always remained disinterested in him and although, Manthan did nothing extraordinary he always was the special one for me? I didn't know how the universe was working for us, but even while sitting in a group, without uttering a word from our mouths, Manthan and I used to enjoy those one-to-one talks with each other through our eyes. I didn't know, what kind of connection was it that I never felt unsafe with him and I trusted him with everything.

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