The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

Reminiscence

DRISHTI'S POV

Two years ago, when I last visited this place, everything had felt so beautiful, alluring. This was the place where Akash had proposed me for the first time, asking me if I would marry him two years later when he returned from Bali as a successful business. I had dated Akash since we were in the eleventh standard. Akash Kashyap was the bad boy, the gangster whom the entire school feared, even the teachers, and he was certainly not the type of guy that the simple Drishti Sharma would date. But then, he was my only esacape from the monotonous world that I lived in, bounded by countless rules and restrictions. He represented to me feelings, emotions and experiences that I had never ever been allowed to comprehend. I was a coward but he was the brave one. Together, we bunked school and went to the movies, ate golgappas on the roadside or just walk the streets of dangerous Mumbai, holding hands. And then, after two years of relationship and avoiding physical intimacy, that night came - the night when he proposed me, the night when we kissed for the first time. It was on this very balcony, which was deserted that night. He had bought me to this rest house, telling me that a friend of his was the manager and that he had a very big surprise for me. Breathing in the newfound independence at eighteen, I agreed to come with him. I considered the night to be one of the most magical ones of my entire life, but now, all of it seems meaningless. He left for Bali and we lost touch, except one sided messages and calls from me, that were never answered. And then, two months ago, he came back, with new promises and dreams, none of which he ever fulfilled. I saw him after so many days and so, I decided to go with the flow. We ended up making love and I never regretted it. A month later, long after he had left, I found out that I was pregnant. And yet, my dreams did not shatter. I imagined us living happily ever after, being amazing parents.

But now, none of it would happen anymore. Maybe Rakshit was right not believing in fairtales. Maybe, the prince and princess never end up together.  Maybe, there is no happily ever after.

I pushed open the door of the rest house for one last time, to put an end to this for once and all.

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