HIGH AND LOW [COMPLETED]

Dear Dory!

Hie guys
Happy dhanteras

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The laughter dried away with the realisation of another possible meaning behind it. Was it wrong? Her finding happiness somewhere else? But she loved Dev right...still does...perhaps!

"Alright...I have clearly made you think hundred stupid things now...forget I ever said that" he jumped sensing the sheet of tranquility sprawling inside her. Natasha looked down and tried not to think anything else. Since she met him, he kept pushing her on the edges, not giving time to realise what's beneath the cliff of truth and reality. She kept fearing and neglecting all the possibilities but he had the audacity to throw the facts right on her face since they were mere strangers. You see these type of people, won't ever lie to you because it takes immense strength to spill the truth out of your tongue.

"Natasha...say something..." He insisted her to stop by thinking anymore.

"Um...how do you keep your edge. I mean you know it's hard to realise but you always manage to state it out and present it without being broken...so tell me Jatin, how do you keep your edge?"

He looked at her disheveled state. What was it about her that he was so persistent on hurting her as much she was resisting it. Everyone knows its right...right and beneficial to face the truth but why him...why he was being the one to be her Pathfinder.

"I don't know.....I was 14 when I used to like a girl, alot...so much that it didn't make me sad when my dad died but it did when she transferred her coaching centre. I left studying and kept crying all day when my mom taught me that Jatin, everyone falls in love it's not exception or rare but those who stand and rise with it are the one who lasts. I loved you dad, more than you can imagine but now he is dead with his family upon me, what do I do....keep his legacy his family intact. You loved but failed...get up and love again...face it son! Face it!.
And since then Natasha...I left all the doors of my heart open to fall in love but never did. Never really liked anyone. So I keep my edge because I don't think of stopping, I keep moving just with life."

She kept looking at him while he was bending nails of his fingers reminiscing some other pages of his life. She held his hand to which he looked at her and smiled.

"Now I can clearly see you are Impressed by my sad story, aren't you?" He said winking at her to which she chuckled but he kept her hand enclosed with his.

"So that's a trick I see..." She said looking at their hands but okay, friends do that. Hold each other's hand for emotional and moral support... right?

"Indeed it is, just when you see a girl getting emotional, hit it on with your sad story, they totally dwell in it and you became the hero" he said fake boasting.

"Yeah right...but I would rather leave you on your own to grieve and go in my dorm..it's pretty late" she said while gently withdrawing her hand from his and rising up from the bed.

"Oh no...the "dead daddy, hug me" trick was yet to use...you can't go so soon" he said leaving her hand though.

She chuckled and whacked him with a pillow.  "Your daddy might be thinking of haunting you at night for using him to trap girls". She stood up and started fixing her clothes.

"Alright...you are scaring me now" he stood beside her.

Meanwhile in the garden!

After sipping his coffee, Dev decided to finally open the diary of sonakshi he took last night. Ethically it was wrong..but so is thinking about threesome with wife and fantasy-wife. Who cares!