The Girl I loved – Part 8
Saturday, June 04, 2016Priya
It had been a week since I last saw him. There wasn't a single moment when I hadn't thought about him.
When I slept, my dreams revolved around him. I’d dream of us running away, off to a faraway island with no one but us, holding hands and dwelling in the serenity of the land amidst the calm waters of the ocean.
When I walked , the days when he used to walk me to school would conquer my mind. When I ate, I’d remember those moments when my mother used to feed us both when we were younger.
When I woke up, he’d rule my mind. Before I sleep, his thoughts would be my last ones.
His thoughts possessed me invariably and I could only keep him away physically but not mentally
I was so angry that day, I truly wasn't in my right sense of mind. My mind was messed up with all the proceedings that I felt the urge to vent it all out on someone.
But I didn't care about the consequences then. When Arjun blurted out his name, all I did was stomped off straight to Rahul’s place and put my uncensored mouth to good use. I bashed it all out on him even when Ajit was pleading me not to do so.
When he finally shut me up by yelling at me, my emotions were literally at peaks and I wasn't able to control anymore. Tears were cascading down my cheeks when I turned around and took off on my heels.
‘please, he isn't in a position for him to be on the receiving end of whatever you’re gonna say’.
‘Please don’t raise your voice, he might hear.’
Ajit’s words recoiled in my mind. I couldn't even decipher the denotation behind those words.
But what did he mean by that? Was Rahul not well? Had something happened to him? Why didn't he come to meet me when I was bellowing at the top of my lungs.
Every single fibre of my being urged, pleaded, begged me to go check out on him. Even I contemplated on rushing over to his place.
But would he want to see me now? After all those things I blurted out in my not so right state of mind, I could only interpret on how much he might have been hating me now. I just couldn't bear the thought of him hating me.
Staying here in my room and not doing anything except agonizing over the man I love felt horrible. I needed to see him and I wasn't able to control the urge anymore.
I got up from my bed in a huff and rushed over to my door in the anticipation of getting off to his place. Every step I took raised the anxiety in me on the fact that I didn't know how he must be and at the same time my heart was filled with excitement on getting to see him again.
But just when I was about to cross the main door, my mother called out to me, “Priya, where do you think you’re going now?”
“Huh? Mom, I'm just going to ……...”
“Arjun’s family is on their way here. They’ll reach in thirty minutes and you need to get dressed soon. Did you forget it’s your engagement today?” she said with a frown on her face.
Oh damn! I totally forgot about that. I was so lost in my own bubble of sorrow, my mind wasn't in the present. I was mostly locked up in my room all through the week, just lost in my own world and the thought that I’d be getting engaged to Arjun in just a couple hours sent a jolt through my body that travelled from the tips of my hair to the ends of my toes.
“Priya?”
I jolted out of my stupor to notice my mom staring at me as if I've lost my mind.
“Uh…..what?” I muttered.
“I told you we’re kinda in a hurry right now and you need to get ready before the guests start arriving,” she said with her eyes wide.
“Yeah…..sure...mom.”
She didn't seem convinced as she came to my side and running her hands through my hair, she said, “Priya, are you ok? You seem a bit off.”
“It’s…..it’s nothing mom. Just a bit nervous about the day. I’ll...I’ll get ready in a few minutes,” I said and took off in the direction of my room before my mother could decipher anything more from my facial expressions.
As I reached my room, the rays of the setting sun that escaped through the slits of the slightly opened windows fell on the dress which was laid on my bed made it shine brightly on contrast to the elegance of the material that made up this ankle length gown.
If it had been any other instance, I would have been all over it but the fact that I wasn't even intrigued to take a peek at it bothered me.
Arjun’s family requested or you could say ordered only for the best arrangements on the occasion of their son’s engagement ceremony and hence this dress, whose price overpowered every single fabric I've worn before.
It took me not more than fifteen minutes to get ready, all the while staring in the direction of Rahul’s house, all my thoughts focused on him. All the while our times together seemed to be mocking me for the direction my life is laying its path on.
Every single second that passed brought the moment I'm going to be engaged to someone other than my love closer. Every minute increased the agony and pain in me. Every heartbeat began to grow weaker and weaker as if it lost its purpose to do so.
“Priya, Rahul’s here. It’s time for the ceremony, are you ready?” my father’s voice said from across the door.
‘I'M NOT. I DON’T WANT TO. I LOVE RAHUL,’ I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream out to the world.
“Yes,” I muttered but it was muffled by the sobs that emancipated from the back of my throat. I tried to clear my throat and said a bit louder, “yes, I’ll be there. Give me five minutes dad.”
“Yeah sure. Don’t make it late, everyone’s waiting for you,” he said as his voice voice trailing off.
I managed to control my emotions and wiped my face clear. I took a deep breath and calmed my pulsating heart before walking out of my room, my expressions plain and my heart broken.
There stood Arjun, his eyes fixed on me with his smile spreading out the evil vibe of achieving what he had wanted.
In fifteen minutes, I’d be engaged to him.......to be continued
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