The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

A Jar Of Hearts

DRISHTI'S POV

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, accompanied by sudden outbursts of lightening and the deep rumble of thunder. A heavy envelope of cold air surrounded the atmosphere, sending chills down the spine of anyone who dared to brave the ominous weather. But all of it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside me. I was getting married this evening, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not muster any enthusiasm or excitement. I killed my freedom and my happiness with my own hands. As I sat near my bedroom window and stared at the stormy sky, I heard footsteps behind me.

~ "Di, you don't have to do this. There is still time - look, Romi and Maasi are out, if you can just pack a bag with some clothes -"

~ "And then what? Run off?"

~ "Di - that is not -"

~ "Divya - I have been running my entire life - I have been running from the reality." And the fact that fairytales with happy endings never really existed.

~ "Di - but you are destroying your life -"

~ "So what? Make my life a happy one by destroying yours and Maasi's?"

~ "Di, this is wrong -"

~ "Who are we to decide what's right and what's wrong? Divya, please drop the subject. We are getting married tonight, nothing can be done now. And anyways, focus on Sikhar from now onwards."

~ "Di - I -"

~ "The topic is closed Divya."

~ "Very well. You are gonna regret doing this. Anyways, here's a parcel for you."

I turned, slightly surprised. A parcel for me?

Divya was holding a small package wrapped in brown paper with clear tape. She handed me the box and left, clearly dissapointed at not being able to convince me to run off. There was no return address on the box, no sender's name or number. Who was sending me anonymous parcels?

I unwrapped the paper to reveal a brown cardboard box, on the top of which was written upon a red piece of paper with blank ink, 'To Drishti, the girl with the red scarf'.

I undid the note from the top of the box and then opened it. Inside was a letter and a jar filled with small heart like tokens.

I unfoled the letter, blank ink upon white paper, the handwriting strikingly neat.

Dearest Drishti,

By the end of this letter, you would have figured out who I am, but for now, I will not waste your precious time by writing laborious introductions. The day I met you, Drishti, I never knew that one day you would have so much impact upon my life. Before I met you, I was just existing, but now, I am living. You made me realize that life is about celebrating the small achievements, finding happiness in the little events and realizing beauty in all things. Since the day you have stepped foot in my life, Drishti, you have changed me for the better. You give me a reason to smile, to celebrate, to live. In simple words, I cannot imagine my life without you. I don't know if our special bond will be affected by your marriage, by the distance between us, both physically and mentally, all I know is that you will always find me beside you, whenever you need me. I will be one call away. But I know you will miss me, 'cause I will miss you too. So, I am sending you a token of love from my side, sincerely hoping that you will accept it. In the glass jar are countless tokens of love for you, Drishti, the girl who makes my life beautiful.

From,
You have already guessed who

I hadn't realized that cold streams of tears had streaked down my face and upon the white paper until I saw the droplets appear on the smooth sheet. I wiped my face desperately, hoping that the tears would go away, but they didn't.

P. S. - Okay, so you can stop crying now (I know that you will get emotional after reading this, so please stop crying!)

Smiling, I opened the jar and pulled out the nearest token.

You are beautiful. You are loved. You are amazing. Keep smiling.

My smile grew wider.

I pulled my phone and dialled.

~ "Hi!"

His voice was as deep and sexy (Drishti, you are getting married!) as ever.

~ "I never knew that your handwriting is so beautiful."

He laughed.

~ "Did you like my gift?"

~ "I loved it."

There was a small silence between us, I wondered what I should say next.

~ "Drishti, can I tell you something?"

~ "Anything."

~ "I miss you already."

~ "I miss you too, Rakshit."

~ "Will you forget me?"

~ "Never. Will you forget me?"

~ "Never in a million - no, zillion years!"

I laughed.

~ "So, are you excited?"

~ "Not an inch."

~ "Why? I would have been very much excited if it was my suhaagrat tonight!"

He meant it as a joke, but I caught resentment in his voice.

~ "Someone's jealous!"

~ "You know, Aarav is a very lucky guy, he is getting you as your life partner."

~ "You think so?"

~ "Of course I do!"

~ "Would you consider yourself to be lucky if I was getting married to you?"

I knew that I was playing with sensitive strings, but I couldn't help it, not today.

~ "I mean any guy would consider -"

~ "Rakshit, I don't want to hear about any guy. I want to hear about you. Would you consider yourself lucky?"

He breathed sharply, I could feel the tension rise between us.

~ "I would consider -"

The door to my room banged open, I shuddered at the sound.

A bewildered Divya stood in the hall, her face tear stained.

~ "Di! Maasi - and - Romi - they - car - accident -"

She broke down.

~ "Drishti, is everything okay?"

I didn't find the urge to reply Rakshit because what Divya said next shattered me to the very core.

~ "Di, Maasi and - Romi - are no more."

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Will be continued...