CHAPTER 10

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I was anxious to know what happened to Nidhu. The whole night I couldn't sleep even for an hour and I was exhausted to no end with all the projects and assignments. I just kept thinking non-stop until I found it was time for me to go for the morning jog.

There are only two and half months left for our final exams and I was focusing on completing all the given assignments. Thank goodness that I was a step further compared to the other students in my class or else it would have been even more hectic with the upcoming schedule. I made my schedule in such a way that I will be able to study as well as focus on college work.

I am growing impatient knowing that there are only few days left and Sunayn will be gone from the college. I don't know when will I be able to face him and talk to him. Also, there is a little portion in my heart which always screams at me to go and tell him and express my feelings to him so that it will be easy to handle it now if he denies my proposal.

There is also a chance that I will never be able to cope up with my life if he rejects me or worse laughs and make fun of me. The latter will be more painful for me coz whatever maybe the situation I don't want anyone knowing that I loved a person about whom I don't know and he doesn't even recognize me. I just want him to know that I love him like crazy and will always do.

What happens if I will never show myself to him? I have to marry and live with a person my mom tells me to and I hate to say that my life will be equal to lifeless soul with a body to breath. I don't want my life to be a puppet where I have to act according to others will and wish. I want freedom, independence where I can freely express my feelings.

But will that ever happen? Will mom accept my love towards Sunayn?

I was mess with my thoughts when I reached home after my jog. I ran upstairs and took a bath. I covered my bags under my eyes with little makeup and put my glasses. I found myself presentable and made my way downstairs.

" Good morning Naina. Come have your breakfast " said Debu bhayya with a smile gesturing me towards a seat. I was grateful that there is bhayya who was paying attention to my meals or I don't think there is need for me to eat or drink. It will always be my wish to eat or not. Sometimes I starve hoping that I will be fine but then I remember my dad and drag myself to eat something to lose my appetite.

" Good morning bhayya. Thank you " I replied with a small smile and sat in the seat where he gestured me to. I think mom had not yet woke up or went somewhere or maybe she was not at home at all coz the whole house looks so peaceful and calm. I ate in silence and I was done when suddenly mom came downstairs talking to someone on phone and saw me. She saw me with pure disgust. I felt my breakfast coming out of my pit with fear so I ran quickly to kitchen and threw up everything I ate.

I was not feeling too well after puking but I should go to college and make sure that Nidhu is fine and I have piles of work to do. if I miss college, I will have some more extra work and I don't want to be lagging behind. So, with much difficulty I took my lunch box and exited kitchen making sure not to face her again and I succeeded. As soon as I saw my car, I literally ran towards it and started the engine. I made it to college before time. I went to canteen and had coffee relieving that the ugly taste I was having after puking, it is now replaced with the taste of coffee and I smiled with contentment.

" Hmm.. you are smiling so I take that you are in a good mood today " someone said from behind and I saw Ranjith coming and sitting opposite of me with a bright smile. I don't know why of all the people god had given him those thick eyebrows they are truly mesmerizing.

" Good morning to you too Ranjith " I said sarcastically while he chuckled. I eyed him not knowing what was so funny about my statement.

" Well I thought of apologizing to you but I saw you leaving in a hurry with a girl maybe your friend. So now, I am sorry " he said like a little kid and I was confused for what he was apologizing.

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