There are no names in this story but when I read it, MayUr come to mind...or maybe it is because i am crazy about MayUr that is why I imagine them in the story...but well, hope you guys like it😃😃
As I looked down at my hands covered with mehndi till the elbows, tears formed in my brown eyes. Eyes that he had always said were the most beautiful he had ever seen. I tried keeping the tears back to no avail. A solitary one slid out of my eye and dropped on my still-wet mehndi. It was so unfortunate that I had to apply the mehndi for someone else other than the guy I had once loved – or the guy I still loved…
I ran to my friends who were standing in a group waiting for me outside the college. The wind ruffled my long brown hair that fell in waves round my shoulders and cascaded down my back, all the way to my waist. A smile formed on my lips as I noticed him standing with the group as well. I had loved him since the day I understood the true meaning of love. I knew I would never love another the way I loved him. It was as if he had embedded himself in my heart forever.
I smiled at him as I reached the group and he gave me one of his 240-volts smiles (if there is anything of that sort). Everyone used to say his smile was normal but I don't know what I saw in his smile that made me think it was different-somehow unusual and uniquely him. I guess that is what people call love.
I had never believed in love and it had definitely not been love at first sight for me when I saw him. Even when I became friends with him, I never liked him other than just a friend. I never realized when the friendly feelings changed into something more. Something better. Something sweeter.
My feelings for him showed in my eyes I guess, or was it that I used to roam with my heart on my sleeve, because all my friends understood what I felt for him. I don't know if he realized what I felt for him. I doubt he did because he never gave any indication.
Time went on and I just knew I would never get him. Many a times I tried to tell him what I felt but never got enough courage to do so. I used to suffer and my friends told me to try and get over him. I tried all ways of getting over him but none worked. We used to meet frequently at college and every single time I saw him, the feelings just grew stronger. Before I knew it, I was ready to change myself for him; just the way he wanted his dream girl to be (he had told me what he would like in a girl).
Finally, I just gave up on it. Maybe it was never meant to be, I thought. College ended but we still used to meet as we were in the same friends circle. We sometimes used to meet online and chat but then I reduced chatting to him and stopped attending all friendly gatherings in a bid to get him out of my system.
I thought I had succeeded until I met him again at my best friend's engagement. I knew he would be there but I could not come up with a single excuse to avoid the engagement. After all it's not every day that your best friend gets engaged. I thought I had prepared myself well enough to see him again, but I was wrong. He looked so handsome that day, like a prince straight out of a fairytale book. He had worn a light blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. It was the first time I had seen him in a light blue shirt. Had he put on blue because he knew it's my best colour? The thought came into my head and I brushed it off as quickly because what I was thinking was impossible. That was when I realized that all my efforts of getting over him had just had water poured over them. Oh my!
I was still standing at the door when he saw me. He smiled and came over to say hi. He complimented me and asked if I had read his mind about what colour he was going to wear since I had also put on a light blue lengha. I just smiled and shook my head. Before I could walk away, he started inquiring about why I had not been going online and not attended any gatherings. I just told him that I had been too busy and he nodded. Then he added something that stunned me almost out of my skin. He told me he had missed me. The romantic person in me made me want to read more into that comment but my cynical side took over and made me believe that the comment had just been casual and nothing more.
During the engagement, I noticed him sneaking looks at me but I ignored them despite the huge leaps my heart was taking each time he looked at me. When it was finally time to return home, he offered to drop me home but I told him I had brought my car. We bid each other goodbye and I walked away. I could feel his eyes on my back but made myself walk to my car without turning to look at him.
After that, he used to text me sometimes but I used to keep it impersonal because I could not afford to go through pain once again by reading more into something that might just have been a simple text.
Months passed with minimal contact. The next time I met him was when I took all my friends for lunch to treat them as my wedding had been arranged. It came as a surprise to all my friends when I announced in the middle of our lunch that I was getting married soon and that all of them were invited. I saw a look of surprise on his face and another odd look that disappeared as fast as it had appeared. His smile slowly faded. The thought that maybe he was feeling hurt over my announcement came into my mind but I dismissed it, pasted a smile on my face and continued to act as if my wedding was the best thing that could happen to me. For the rest of the time I spent with my friends, I forced myself to ignore the fact that he had grown quieter and the smile that had constantly been on his lips earlier was showing no signs of appearing anytime soon…
I heard a small sound and looked up only to find myself looking into the same beautiful eyes that had haunted my dreams so often. He had come into my room to see how beautiful my mehndi looked; that was what he said. He sat beside me and looked at my hands. Then he smiled at me and wiped my tears that had started falling again. His eyes were bright and when he spoke, his voice was thick. I suspected he was holding back his tears. He said,
"Without you, my happiness fades into nothingness.
Without you, my life has no meaning.
You sprinkle and garnish my happiness.
All I can say is that,
I am incomplete without you, now and forever."
Then he stood up and walked out of the room. I now realized that he had also loved me but never shown his feelings. As the door closed behind him, I thought it was too late now. Too late for me to turn back. Too late to reverse decisions that I had made in a hurry. Too late…or was it??
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