I don't want to see you face😫💔

4 years ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

Sanyogita settled into the quiet library, the soft glow of the afternoon sun casting a warm ambiance. She breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the solitude. The librarian's absence was a blessing, allowing her to pour out her heart without interruption.

With eyes closed, she clasped her hands together, her fingers intertwining like the threads of a tender prayer. Her voice barely whispered, yet it echoed through the stillness. "I know you're watching over me... I want no more hide-and-seek, please come forward, please. I want to see you."

Her words hung in the air like a gentle plea, a heartfelt longing. I, the secret admirer, stood frozen, my heart pounding in response. I yearned to reveal myself, to step out of the shadows and into her life.

But fate had other plans. My friend's urgent call shattered the moment, a harsh intrusion into the intimacy of the scene. I hesitated, torn between revealing myself and answering the call. Duty won out, and I reluctantly slipped away, leaving Sanyogita's words suspended in the air like a promise unfulfilled.

Radhika's enthusiasm was infectious as she begged Sanyogita to join her in Goa. "It's Siddharth's birthday, and he really wants me there. Please come with me, Sanyo! It'll be fun, I promise!"

Sanyogita couldn't resist her friend's pleading eyes, so she agreed to tag along. Radhika cleverly managed Sanyogita's mother with a convincing excuse, and soon they found themselves soaking up the sun-kissed beaches of Goa.

As they arrived, Radhika urged Sanyogita to join their celebration, but she declined with a gentle smile. "I don't want to be a third wheel between you lovebirds. I'll find something to keep myself occupied."

With that, Sanyogita set out to explore the town, searching for a cozy bookstore to lose herself in. As she wandered through the streets, she stumbled upon a heartwarming scene. A young man was sharing food with an elderly beggar and a group of children, his kindness radiating like a warm embrace.

Sanyogita's face lit up with a soft smile as she watched the tender moment unfold. She felt a sense of joy and peace wash over her, touched by the stranger's compassion.

As I strolled along the sun-kissed beach, I suddenly spotted Sanyogita, her radiant smile illuminating the shore. My heart skipped a beat as I hastened towards her, determined to finally break the ice. The warm sand felt like a soft carpet beneath my feet as I quickened my pace.

Just as I approached, I noticed a group of unsavory characters harassing her. Their lewd comments and snickers made my blood boil. I swiftly intervened, my firm tone sending them scurrying. Sanyogita turned around, her eyes locking onto mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.

"Thank you so much," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. "It's all right," I replied, my voice low and gentle.

As we introduced ourselves, I felt a thrill run through me. "I am Sanyogita," she said, her smile captivating.

"I know, I am Raj," I replied, using my nickname, careful not to reveal my true identity. I didn't lie to her; I just told her my half name.

Sanyogita's curiosity was piqued. "But how did you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

I thought quickly, conjuring up a plausible explanation. "I saw you at the college function," I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

“Oh ,okay,How strange, even though we are in the same college, why didn't we meet before?” she asked

“Maybe because we are in different years!”I remarked

“Okay,”she said with a slight smile

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle breeze on a summer day. As we continued to cross paths, our friendship blossomed, growing stronger with each passing day. Yet, I struggled with the weight of my secret, unsure of how to reveal my true identity to the girl who had captured my heart.

One day, I mustered up the courage to ask Sanyogita to join me for a special occasion - my birthday celebration. I playfully teased her, saying, "If you don't come, I'll think you don't consider me a true friend." She laughed and agreed to come along.

As we spent the day together, everything felt perfect. I introduced her to my close friends, and we all shared a wonderful time, filled with laughter and inside jokes. But then, I excused myself to take an urgent call from home.

As I stepped away, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I returned to the group, expecting to rejoin the festivities, but instead, I was met with an unexpected incident that would change everything.

One of my friends, clearly inebriated, slurred his words,
“Bro, I'm amazed you scored this girl! She's hotter than the scorching Goa beach sunlight! Girls patta na toh koi tujhse sikhe,pehle ladki ko bancho jhutt mutt ka natak kar ke,phir use apne jaal mein Phasaoo,Bro,bro,after you,meri bari hai, After you're done, it's my turn! She's perfect for a one-night stand, but I'll make sure to spend more nights with her!"

His words dripped with vulgarity, making Sanyogita's face burn with indignation. I felt a surge of anger and embarrassment, knowing I had to intervene before things escalated further.

I rushed to intervene, my face burning with embarrassment and concern. "Sanyogita, please, this is all lies! He's just drunk and doesn't know what he's saying!" I implored, trying to salvage the situation.

But it was too late. Sanyogita's eyes, red-rimmed and brimming with tears, flashed with anger and hurt. She turned on me, her hand flying through the air to deliver a stinging slap. The force of it didn't hurt as much as the misunderstanding that fueled it.

"How dare you?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage. "How can you have dared to ruin my dignity? You rich people are all the same! You're the same boy who tried to harass me on the bus, you...you..." She spat out the words, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Sanyogita, tum mujhe galat samajh rahi ho!" I protested, trying to make her understand, but my words fell on deaf ears. The damage was done, and I knew I had to find a way to repair the trust that had been shattered.

She turned around to me,her eyes were bloodshot, She slapped me so tightly on my face, that didn't hurt me but the thing which hurt me most was she misunderstood me.

“Stay away from me, I don't want any explanation, but I wanted to say a few things Don't think of every silent girl as weak, if she decides to hit back, you will realise that guys cry louder than women. Maybe for you rich people girls are like the dust of your hand but how can you forget the same girl can be your sister, can be your mother but unfortunately Your mother did not give birth to a human she gives birth to you goth, you pervert,” she yelled all of them and started to come out from there.

I tried to stop her, but she shook me off, her voice cold and detached. "Don't call my name, I don't want to see your face." The finality in her tone was like a slap, leaving me stunned and helpless.

My anger and frustration boiled over, and I turned on the friend who had sparked the chaos. I beat him mercilessly, but the satisfaction was short-lived. As the night wore on, I felt my control slipping, and I turned to alcohol to numb the pain.

I don't know how much I drank, but the next thing I knew, I was lost in a haze of darkness. The world around me faded away, and I was consumed by a void that lasted for 24 agonizing hours. When I finally emerged from the fog, my head was pounding, and my heart was heavy with regret.

Three weeks had passed since the fateful night, and my best friend's words still echoed in my mind. "Go to her, apologize, and make things right." I finally gathered the courage to take the first step towards redemption. I made my way to Sanyogita's house, my heart heavy with emotions.

As I approached her residence, I was struck by its beauty. The house was adorned with vibrant lights and flowers, radiating a sense of joy and celebration. My gaze drifted to the window of her room, and my heart skipped a beat. Sanyogita stood there, resplendent in a red saree, her body adorned with intricate jewelry. It was clear - today was her wedding day.

My world crumbled around me. The ground beneath my feet seemed to shift, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. I couldn't bear the sight, and without hesitation, I turned and fled. Tears streamed down my face, blinding me, as I stumbled away from the scene. I felt like I was drowning in my sorrow, and the only escape was to numb the pain. I drank until I couldn't feel anything, wishing that I could erase the day from existence.

The next morning, I found myself back home, courtesy of my friend's concern. But the solace of my family's presence was absent - my dad was away, and my grandfather's stern gaze awaited me instead. The weight of my actions had finally caught up with me.

As I regained consciousness, a new determination burned within me. I would leave everything behind and start anew in Australia, pursuing my studies and business ventures, just as my dad had always expected. It was time to turn my back on the heartache and forge a new path.

At first, my grandfather was taken aback by my sudden decision, but ultimately, he was relieved to see me taking a step towards a new beginning. With my college season completed, I was free to embark on a journey to Australia, leaving behind the memories that haunted me.

Staying in the same city had become unbearable, as Sanyogita's presence lingered in every corner. I tried to drown myself in work, filling every waking moment with distractions, but the nights were a different story. Alone with my thoughts, I couldn't escape the memories of her smile, her tears, and the first time I saw her on the road, then at the temple. The ache of her absence was a constant companion, a reminder of what could never be.

I wanted to hate her, to blame her for the pain, but I couldn't. Deep down, I knew it wasn't her fault. My mistakes, my dreams, my feelings, my love, and my pain were all mine to own. I had to confront the truth - I was the architect of my own heartache.

Even in my dreams, Sanyogita's presence lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could never be. I'd wake up to the echoes of my own screams, the silence of my lonely room a stark contrast to the turmoil within. The bottle became my solace, a fleeting escape from the pain.

I abandoned the party circuit, unable to feign interest in the vibrant world around me. The thought of connecting with others, especially women, felt like a betrayal. Dharam's words resonated deeply: "I couldn't have the one I loved, even with the whole world at my feet."
(” Meine jise Pyaar kiya use hi nahi pasaka, puri Duniya milgayeii bas ek wohi hi nahi mili")

Sanyogita's hands trembled as she closed the diary, tears streaming down her face like a river of regret. She gently plucked the sketch of herself from the shredded page, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers. Her voice caught in her throat, she turned to Prithvi, still lying unconscious on his bed.

With a mix of sorrow and longing, she sat beside him on the floor, her tears falling like raindrops on his blanket. "Tum mere itne karib the, aur mein tumhe pechan bhi nahi paye" (You were so close to me, yet I couldn't even recognize you), she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Her hands caressed his head with compassion and tenderness, as if trying to soothe the pain of the past. Her sobs echoed through the room, a heart-wrenching cry of what could have been. She yearned to hug him tightly, to kiss his forehead, but she hesitated, unsure of crossing the boundaries of their complicated past.

Instead, she held his hand, pressing it against her face, and let out a anguished cry. The warmth of his skin, the familiarity of his touch, it all came flooding back, a bittersweet reminder of their lost love.

Flashback:-

"Sir, how did you know I love pani puri from this vendor?" Sanyogita asked, her confusion evident on her face.

Prithvi smiled mischievously. "Just a hunch."

Sanyogita's eyes narrowed playfully. "Sir, how did you know I love animals?"

Prithvi's expression turned thoughtful. "Maybe it's because they're innocent, and I thought you'd appreciate that innocence too."

As he spoke, he handed her a small gift box. "Happy birthday, Sanyogita."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver pendant in the shape of a bird. "It's lovely!" she exclaimed.

Prithvi's smile faltered for a moment, and he looked away, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you'd like it."

The next morning, Prithvi woke up, He couldn't recall anything about last night after his drinking. All that remained was very much hurt by Her words. The manager had come and asked about his health. The manager told him at madam [Sanyogita] was very much tensed about him, the whole night she had taken care of him. He wanted to stay here about Sanyogita and told him she could manage to take care of Prithvi.

Prithvi was a little bit surprised. Moreover, he was also happy from his heart. He inquired about Sanyogita, so he took steps towards her room. Prithvi didn't find her in her room which was surprisingly unlocked. He was looking for her here and there but couldn't find her. He came out of the hotel and started to look for her on the roads.