
I can still divulge in how and when we communal the same feelings; for that time we just could not monopolize ourselves, it was virtually like the oxygen was not getting accepted by our lungs until our hearts opened themselves for good.
It was on January 23rd of last year, when he finally came to me and was like "Madhu I don't care about what anyone thinks now, I can't, it has become impervious to think about what others think, for all I think about is only you, Madhu, only you." With a huge sigh, shutting his eyes for a good ten seconds, and in one quick breath he asked "If I told you I liked you would you take it as a joke."
At that moment everything for me had ended, hey it was pretty cliche but who knew it was goddamn possible, with amusement in my eyes I looked straight into his and replied "Yes I would."
Shocked and saddened eyes stared at me with such intensity that he was even oblivious of what he was capable of doing to me right now.
"I would take it as a joke because I know you don't like me but love me." Hearing those words, he grasped me in a tight hug; securing me a bit higher for convenience for even in heels I was shorter than him.
Tears cascaded through my eyes at a faster speed at the amanuensis of our first love night, now I was all alone left with anguish, desperation, loneliness, and fear. The only way out I could think of was to kill myself.
Reaching to the corner of the bridge, I knew I was going to leave my parents in traumatic shock but I had no choice, it had only been three days and had no clue how I had been able to survive. I couldn't think properly, walk properly, talk properly or even grief for Rishabh properly.
This was my only way of becoming closer to Rishabh once again and I was going to do it.
