She's not Maithali.
I will never be deluded into thinking that she could ever replace Maithali.She's nothing like her. It's just a cruel twist of fate that she's got her features.
I remember the day we met. I insulted her in no uncertain terms, yet she had to come to my house to give back a stupid cell phone? She looked me in the eye and spoke back to me.
Maithali would never have talked to strangers like that. She would have much more dignity, much more class.
No, Piya has absolutely none at all.
Coming after me with her big doe- eyes - did she think I'd be fooled? Just because she saw a photograph of Maithali in my wallet? She knew it wasn't her, she knew. And yet she had the audacity to straighten her hair and taunt me about it, just to see what my reaction was!
Fool that I was, I could barely muster up a telling blow. Maithali would never have done that. She was all for principles, valuing someone's privacy, respecting their space- but Piya? She has no idea what the word "privacy" means. Or maybe she does, but she ignores it.
No, she's not Maithali.
Her tearful confession in that tent that night, telling me- who she thought was Misha- that she fought with me just to be able to talk to me. Maithali would never have done that. She'd never sink that low to get someone's attention.
I know I was right in telling her everything I did that night. No matter how much I hurt her. Maybe if I'd hurt her more, she'd stay away from me. It isn't fair, how she makes me hurt her- which ironically, hurts me.
Maithali never hurt me. But Piya- why does she do that? Why does she keep going, so relentless... Why can't she give up?
Tonight was the limit. I thought, after everything... She'd never stoop that low. But pretending to be Maithali? She saw my agony, but she didn't even have the decency to leave. She played me, took me for a joke, knowing full well that Maithali will always stay in my heart- how dare she think she could wear her dress, act like -
And she dares to say she was trying to help me! Yeah, by betraying me, by playing with my emotions.
Maithali would never have done that. She would never have reopened fresh wounds like this just to satisfy her own curiousity!
So when she says she has seen the "love" in my eyes for her- and for Maithali, it scares me- and that enrages me. I tell her I don't love her, I will never love her. I left her alone, but her cries ring in my ears.
Why is it that this girl- this human manages to affect me so effortlessly- inspite of the fact that she's not Maithali? She'll never be Maithali. So why is it so hard to ignore her, to hate her?
And why is it so easy to come back to her? Why does she forgive me so easily? Maithali wouldn't have forgiven someone who'd hurt her like that.
She's only a doppelganger...she's not Maithali...
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No, she's not Maithali at all. The curls are back, thank God, and the memories are still gone, yet she- that confusing mix of innocence-persistence-deviousness remains intact. I see it in the way she talks to Jeh, I see in the way she glares at me, I see it in the way she accosts me in the middles of the road to tell me to lay off her sister- who, ironically, is helping me break Piya's heart- I see in the way she seduces me to make me admit that I do have feelings for her.
Maithali, who'd had all the opportunity in the world to turn away from my brother, who'd known what a traitor he'd been...who no doubt had all the memories of our time together...yet, that was not enough for her. She couldn't have come after me, asked me why...
But that would be something Piya would do.
And Piya isn't Maithali.
I see it in the way she still fights me to admit to my feelings, even when I'm trying - so hard- not to.
And then she pushes me off the brink by getting a goddamn past-life-regression therapy.
And Piya may not be Maithali, but she's not just a doppelganger, either.
And perhaps, I am no longer Maithali's Abhayendra, but Piya's Abhay. When it happened, I do not know, but it has happened, and I am not sure if it is for the better.
A/N : This is sort of a companion piece to something I wrote almost two years ago, called "He's not Abhay"... I know not many remember it, but this is for Pavi, who'd asked me then to write one from Abhay's POV...Pavi, this is for you. š¤