"I continue unpacking for an hour or so and finally, I look at my suitcase, which had an envelope properly placed in there. I pick it up and turn it to the front. It reads 'For You'.
I thought probably someone left it in my bag, but I had the sudden...
(Do listen to the song, while reading. You would enjoy it!!)
I felt my throat sore, as I managed to speak.
It had been two months since we last met. I had tears filling the insides of my eyes, I couldn't explain, how I blessed I felt in that moment. Since I had returned back from India, this was our first meet, physically and I couldn't help feeling so guilty of avoiding them for nearly, an entire month.
She was right in front of me, Kritz. Yes, she was here.
She ran to me and we hugged me tightly. I didn't want to let her go. If anyone, ever in this world has ignored their best friends, even if it were for their surprise birthday, they would understand the pain I had kept inside me for so long.
We parted and Rohan appeared from nowhere, and we followed the same practice of hugging and weeping. I honestly, wept more, since I was the one ignoring, they would have thought, about my sudden disappearance.
We parted as well.
"What are you guys doing here?" I spoke wiping the tears. "We are called here by the 'mysterious writer'. He said you will be happy," she added smirking. "Uh – yes!! Your 'mysterious writer is upstairs, there in that café', go find it for yourself. The wait is finally over." Rohan said pointing towards a café and not to forget, teasing me, as well, by emphasizing on 'mysterious writer'.
I felt my cheeks heating and my heart pounding in its place, as Ishaan walked over to me and lend his hand.
Was he 'the one'?
I gladly took it and then from there, he escorted me to the café. He instructed me to climb the stairs.
Oh Okay!! Maybe, he wasn't 'the one' – I thought.
I climbed the stairs, with my mind blocked of all possibilities of thinking. I made my way upstairs, and the stairs lead to a beautifully decorated terrace. Everything properly placed, as if, people had spent a lot of time, designing it. Fairy lights lurking everywhere, and the entire view of the city, in front of my two very small yet alluring eyes. I shifted my gaze to the seat, which was so pretty. It was a table for two. The table was entirely made of glass and the chairs were draped amazingly.
I ran my eyes all over the place, covered entirely in pink roses, and spotted 'the man' I came here for. 'My Man'.
I walked over to him, my heels making the famous, tik –tok sound and I felt the urge of turning him around since the wait was finally over. But, I decided to confess first, since I thought, I might not be able to speak, out of amusement, if he turns behind.
"Ummm...Hi!!", I spoke after mustering up all that courage inside me. He was about to turn when I decided to speak again, "Please, stay as you are do not turn. I want to cease this moment by sharing what I feel, for 'the mysterious writer'. " as I spoke, he seemed to have taken note of my nervousness and nodded his head gently, returning back to his position. "I know, you know me, inside out and I needn't explain to you anything. But, how do I explain the gratitude I feel for you. Thank you for changing me into a more aspiring and positive soul. I believed love was all heartbreak, since the very beginning. I was determined to never fall in love, but truly, love had its own way to reach to me, right from God to me, the definition of love was taught through you. I cannot miss ignoring such a beautiful soul like you. I want to thank you from all my heart and ask you just once if you would ever like to be mine?" I paused for a brief moment. "Uh, you can turn", I spoke, as I realized I asked him to turn his back on me, I mentally slapped myself.
I looked down, as I couldn't look up, rather I didn't want to. I felt relieved as I had let out all my feelings and the decision was his.
He waited for a few minutes, he traced his gaze all over me and spoke, "Kayna, I don't know, where to start from?", he spoke. The voice was familiar. I instantly looked up and met those same almond eyes, devouring into mine. I smiled at the maximum. I was relieved it was someone I knew, so closely and someone I adored. I sheepishly looked down back, gesturing him to continue. "I know we met in high school and all, but I liked you since the day, I saw you. I felt all of your mischiefs and craziness as some part of my own. Some parts I had never wondered to experience. Yes, I was the one that night in the room on Diwali. Yes, I was the one writing letters. Kayna, I am your mysterious writer. I don't know how to put this into words, but I will, like I had, I love you Kayna Malhotra and I would do anything to just stand by you in all your problems and tough situations."
I smiled and looked up once again meeting, my 'mysterious guy', the one and only... (Drum rolls*)
Darshan Raval!!!
I had so many questions in mind, but for now, I felt, all I needed was a hug. I hugged him tight not wanting to let him go and his soft hand, caressed my back, while the other, stroked my hair.
'I found peace in him, I found myself, I found someone I would never forget to tag along. I found my whole of heart and mind in him and I am grateful for that.'
We stayed there for some time until he decided to escort me to the table, which had been splendidly decorated.
"I am so happy it turned out to be you. I should have known earlier, but...yeah, what about Aisha, your rumored girlfriend?", I asked with a lot more confusion running through my mind. "Love, you probably forgot the most important word, 'rumored', and what else has media got to cover the news? No; updates, no; gossips, yes; lies, yes. You know media and gossip go hand – in – hand, since they have all the time to debate over Saif's baby, so you can guess pretty much everything from there, right? Now, talking of Aisha, I just met her at a party and since her car broke down, I decided to drive her home. Honestly, I don't even know her.", he responded, almost instantly.
"I trust you", I spoke and placed my hand on his. "I love you", he said, sandwiching my hands, between his.
The beauty of silence prevailed. This silence was different, for it had the beauty of love, nothing to explain but to just promise to stay by each other's side, for eternity and beyond.
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