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Chasing dreams and MCPs
She stood near the window, staring outside her room as the rain poured. A storm was raging outside, she realised as she placed her hand on the glass.
The rain drops were making their way down to the bottom of the window, leaving numerous paths. Paths that continuosly get erased by the other drops.
It almost felt like it was some kind of competition, and she watched, Intrigued.
A thunder roared outside and she snapped out of her trance. It was then that she realised how cold her room was. Almost on cue, her body shivered and
she turned away from the window. She was surprised that she hadn't shed a single tear ever since she left FITE, which was exactly 6 hours back, she realised
as she glanced at the clock.She sighed, All she felt was empty and alone.
And she could almost feel herself swimming in a pool of depression. She swallowed, her throat dry.
It was time to accept the harsh reality. She had to put away the memories of her short time in FITE and lock them away at the back of her head. Like it was some
kind of dream. A dream, she thought. If only she hadn't been rudely woken up. No, no, NO. She was not going to think about it, she thought as she desperately
opened her suit case. She might as well do something, anything to distract her. She spent the next one hour transferring her clothes to her wadrobe, running away
from her own thoughts. Everything was under control until she saw that. That piece of cloth lying at the bottom of her suitcase. She felt her heart wrench as she
grabbed the shirt. A shirt she could recognise anywhere, anytime. She brought it close to her face, the masculine smell engulfing her. Her eyes pricked as she recalled
the memory. How they had worked together all night for her father. How he had brought coffee for her. How he had carried her to the bench and covered her with his shirt,
as he continued to complete the unfinished factory model. Of course she hadnt been awake to feel him carrying her, but it didnt take a rocket scientist to figure out
the fact that he had infact put her to sleep. She obviously could not have floated magically to the bench.She also remembered that he had asked her to wash it. She must have
forgotten to return it to him, she thought.
Almost instantly her brain played a million other memories - The paper dance, the hugs, the fights, the KISS. And then she knew she was going to fall apart into pieces as she felt a sob wrack through her body while she
dropped to the floor. She could feel her chest tightening in that goddamn painful way. Nobody told her it would hurt this much, she thought closing her eyes. She regretted the
action a second later, as she saw his face flash in her mind. That smirk that he wears all the time, the way his eye brows furrow when
he solves some particularly difficult problem and those rare times he smiles. The way the vein in his neck stood out when he yelled. The way he unsuccessfully tried to hide his concern. Another sob. She felt like something was slamming against her insides. There was no stopping
the tears now and she knew it. So she clutched the shirt against her, scrunching it and bawling her eyes out. The cold didnt bother her anymore.
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Her dreams that night consisted of his face moulding into Vardhan sir's dissapointed face. Then she was in her dorm room with Kaustuki, the latter eating a chocolate bar. But when
sanyukta waited for her turn to eat the yummy goodness, Kaustuki didnt even acknowledge her presence. In fact, she didnt even turn to look at her while sanyukta kept yelling
"Kaustu!!".
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She woke up with a blinding pain in her head. She was sprawled on the floor in an awkward position but the shirt was still in her hand. To an outsider, It wouldve seemed
like she was clutching onto it for dear life. She stood up, feeling disoriented. The clock flashed 3 AM. She washed her face, the cool water soothing her skin. She looked
up at the mirror in the bathroom and saw her lifeless self staring back at her. Vacant eyes and all. "Was this how her life is going to be?", she asked herself,as a slow fire
built up inside her. But fire was fire. Fire spreads until you extinguish it. And that was what her dad was doing to her. He was extinguishing the fire in her which made
her want to chase her dreams. But at that moment she realised that she didnt want the fire in her to be put out. She wanted it to grow stronger, she wanted to feel alive.
She wanted to go back. And this time, she assured herself that there will be no tunrning back. She loved her dad, she really did. But it was now high time he accepted her
the way she was. She did not want to wake up 20 years later, regretting the fact that she had turned her back on her dreams.
She went back to her room and once again transeferred her dresses to her suit case, feeling like a mad woman.
In no time, she was all set to leave. To go back. A silly smile crept up on her face. Maybe she was selfish. But she didnt care. She'd rather be selfish
and chase her dreams than be someone's slave for the rest of her life. She wrote a quick letter for her father. She was sure her mom will understand and her brother - he never
did care anyway. For the first time in two years she felt light hearted. She sneaked out of her house and she realised she had one more thing to take care of - she wanted
to Punch Sameer on his face. But that could be taken care off, later.
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Whoever discovered the mobile phone tracking app must have really been a genius, she thought as she stood outside an old garage. The sun was just beginning to rise and she could
hear the birds chirping. The cool wind felt refreshing. She had taken the night bus and reached this place.
Thank god he had not switched of his mobile, she thought. She knew
that he wouldnt be in FITE and no way in his house. So she decided to be a creepy stalker and trace his loaction. It was so him to spend his vacation in a mechaninc shop, she thought.
She looked around and finally spotted him. His back facing her. He was the only one working there. Nobody was mad enough to not be sleeping at this point of the day. Oh well, saves me the
trouble of searching for him, she thought. She slowly made her way towards him, her heart beating real fast. He was searching for something, she realised.
One look at the machine and she knew he wanted a spanner. She grabbed it from a nearby shelf and thrust it in front of his face, squatting down to sit beside him.
"Looking for this, MCP?"
She didnt know how he would react.But definitely not this way. He stared at her with a blank face and muttered, "Stop haunting me". Thats when she noticed his dishevelled hair and gruff voice.
Had he not slept the entire night? She saw the tiredness in his eyes.
But then he turned away from her and continued his work.
And she did not like to be ignored.
"Excuse m-"
"I said STOP HAUNTING ME", he yelled, shocking her.
"What the hell!!", she screamed. "I just ran away from my freaking house to find you and now when Im standing in front of you, you ask me to stop haunting you? I am not a ghost
you god damn idiot! To hell with you Randhir Singh Shekhawat! GOOD BYE", she spoke really fast and turned around to leave.
She felt humiliated. What had she thought? That he'd come running and hug her? She felt like the world's biggest loser. Why had she come to him out of all the people?
She meant nothing to him. She felt her eyes sting. She was such a fool. She shouldve just gone back to FITE.
"No wait!", she heard him scream behind her. She kept walking.
He caught up with her. No surprise there, she thought as she looked at him stonily.
"Sanyukta?", he muttered, looking dazed.
"Clearly Its not me. It's my ghost", she replied sarcastically.
He raised his hand slowly towards her face, not once breaking eye contact. And she stood still, like she had sprouted roots in that very spot. She was concerned about
the pace of her heart. But all her thoughts came to a halt when his hand made contact with her cheek.
"You're here for real", he whispered.
And then he crashed his lips against her, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Slowly she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, inhaling his scent. And she knew
that she hadnt made a mistake by coming here.
They didnt need any words to be spoken. They never did need any. Their gestures were enough. And surely this was enough for them know that they were infact madly in love
with each other, the supposed enemies.
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A/N : That came out of nowhere! but I hope you guys enjoyed reading it (?)
Comments and constructive criticism will be appreciated immensely:D
