Mine (#1)

Chapter 4 (Edited)

Stupid stupid stupid. ... thats the only word I could think of to describe me. I mean, how the hell didn't I recognize my sweetheart?

I should have known better than that.

Ugh.... I groaned. Pulling at my hair.

#FLASHBACK#

"you will never let me go, right?" she asked, her eyes wide full of hope. "Never" I said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. she smiled and blushed oh so beautifully. for a six year old, she was way cuter than she should be. or may be it was just me. After my mom's death, I spent most of my time at Mr. Sharma's house, not only because he was my fathers friend and my guardian, but also because I was in love with his daughter. Pari! My sweetheart. thats what I call her. Sweetheart!

After my mom, she is the only one who understood me completely. one look at my eyes and she knew, what was wrong with me. she is the only reason, that my temper is at bay these days, or else I would snap at everyone for everything.

one smile. One look. One blush. thats all I need from her to make my day complete.

"I would never leave you alone, Pari!" I said, completely aware, how much she hated, me calling her anything other than Sweetheart. she narrowed her eyes at me and pouted, trying to look angry but failing miserably at it. she looked so cute.

"Call me sweetheart! only sweetheart"

"only if stop calling me bad boy all the time"

she grinned and shook her head. "Nope" she said popping 'p'. "bad boys are called bad boy. and you are a bad boy"

"and why is that?"

"Hmm..." she tapped her chin with her index finger making it seem like she was in deep thought. "because you eat chocolate in the morning without brushing your teeth" she said and crossed her arms. I narrowed my eyes at her. "you know what bad boys do?" I asked taking a step towards her. A spark appeared and her eyes widened in excitement. she turned around and took off, me tailing at the end, "they chase princesses, sweetheart. RUN!!"

we play all the time. everything made sense when she is with me. everything was beautiful with her around me. I was her bad boy, but I wanted to be the good boy for the world, so that when the time comes, no one could reject me for her. because she was too good to be mine.

I wouldn't complain anymore at my fathers absence. I would learn anything and everything Mr. Sharma would teach me. I wouldn't bully any one or start a fight. I would eat at time, sleep and ake up at time as well. I would be too good to make her mine.

But, everything changed. Her mom passed away. deciding that it would be difficult for Mr. Sharma to raise a daughter on his own, they shipped her to her grandmothers home in Delhi.

That night, before she left, I sneaked into her room through the window. I held her in my arms all night. she kept asking me, "you wouldn't let me go, right?" her voice filled with so much hope. hope that I wouldn't let her get away from me. hope that I wouldn't let anyone separate us. And I would answer her, "Never" I knew I was lying. deep down she knew that too, but was fighting against it with her hope. we both cried ourselves to sleep.

And the next day she was gone.

she cried, begged her father not to let her go. she begged me silently with her eyes, to not let her go. but what could have I done. I was a kid too, just like her. there was nothing I could have achieved even if I tried.

I was just an eight year old kid.

"hey Bro! wassup?" Kumar asked waking me from the time travel that I just had. he just joined us in the college canteen. I sighed and leaned my head back and pulling my legs onto the table.