Prologue
Its funny how words have the power to change your life. They have a powerful and undeniably overwhelming influence on us- for good and, at times, for bad.
We all grew up believing the children's rhyme- "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me." Yet at certain point we realize that was complete untrue and that words can hurt you and break you to an extent where you lose all your moralities.
Think about it for a second. Think about all the words that in any way had affected you or the people around you.
Marry me! You won! You lost. She lived! We lost him. I love you! You are hired! You are fired.
Words can influence us, inspire us or bring us to tears. With words I can soothe you or paint you a life you wanted to live for.
All these days, I thought the words that changed my life were the words my friend, Uttra uttered bursting in my room one fine morning when I was sitting in front of my brother's computer refreshing the result page and cursing the neighbor for not telling me their Wi-Fi password.
She had burst in like a police do in one of those movies. Only instead of having a revolver, she had a paper in her hand. I being startled kept my hands over my heart in a feeble attempt to recover from the heart attack she gave me.
"You got in!" She had screamed shoving the paper she was holding on my face.
My first reaction was to shush her down, but seeing how crazily excited she was, it was pretty much impossible so I decided to join her and then we screamed our hearts out.
I thought my life will changed. But boy, was I wrong. Well not entirely because I did met some of the amazing people there.
Kaustuki being on top of my list. My best friend and my roommate. I still remember her first words to me on my first day when I was about to step inside my room.
"This is my bed." She had said pointing towards the bed closest to the window. She was wearing a tight black faded jeans and a blue polka dot shirt. Her hair black with a hint of brownness flowed down her waist like a cascade. Her eyes were big and owlish which were shielded by her blue specs. "I like windows," She continued, "not because I'm some Juliet waiting for her Romeo, which I won't mind by the way, but because I like fresh air and nature that calls out to me. See its calling right now!" She closed her eyes as if enjoying the sunlight and then opened it. "You got problem missy?"
All I could do was stare at her.
"Are you deaf?" She asked and I shook my head. "Mute?"
I cleared my throat "Uh, no, I'm a- um ok."
At that she showed me her teeth and a thumbs up.
My first instinct were to complain to the warden about giving me a psycho roommate but then I pushed the thought away and decided to give it a shot. And boy, I gotta tell you, she is the best roommate anyone can ever get.
Not only Kaustuki helps me with my studies, but she is the kind of girl who won't hesitate to break-in in a concert or hit a guy for the sake of my safety.
Oh, that reminds me of my 3rd day in college when I kneed Parth in crotch. Yes, Parth a guy who is my 2nd best friend now got kneed by me for hitting on me. You can't really blame me for being so violent. All my life, I was living under the shadow of my brother (more like he was forcing me but I think I made the point) so I never really had someone before flirting with me. Imagine my surprise when Parth, sprawled on the ground, cupping his area grunted in pain, "I would love to know if you are this violent in bed too because b-"
He couldn't finish as Kaustuki started hitting him with her bag. It took some time for him to understand that I'm not looking for some cheap fling and then he finally gave up. Now he is my best friend and I'm his wing women.
Not that I think Parth needs a wing women, because he already have women prying on him. The girls here actually hated me at first when they found out I'm number one on Parth's list. One of them who actually threatened me once in the corner of washroom was Vidushi.
Vidushi, my roommate turned Medusa. I swear you could hear her hiss whenever I was near Parth. Her claws and fangs would come out, which was quite entertaining if you ask me. Well it was only a matter of time when she too gave up on Parth and decided to make somebody else her Target' and that target was none other than, Randhir.
Randhir, the eye-candy' girls refer him as. Well maybe because he is handsome with his messy hair and amazing body. Not my words, theirs. If you ask me, he is the spawn of Satan. I swear his sole reason of his living is to make my life hell. Not a single day goes by when he does not try to pull up some prank on me. Honestly? I'm used to it. I'm used to his smirks, his mischievous eyes, his face, his smile, his pranks and everything else. For me, he is just like some another playboy. The only difference? He is Randhir.
Ok, ok wait lets back up. Yes, getting back to the issue at hand, like I said, words have great power. It damages you or make you a better person.
For me, the life changing words weren't Uttra's "You got in!" or Parth's, "You won!" or Dean's "You are chosen!" or Randhir's, "I don't care" but my best friend- Kaustuki's words that came out of her trembling lips as she did the effort to swipe away the tear that fell down from her moist eyes as she hold out (with the help of a tissue I might add) the stick I peed on less than 5 min ago. "It's positive." She whispered.
That did it, I felt nauseated and sick as I rush down the toilet and everything I ate came right back out and I vomited for the 3rd time that day.
After I was done, Kaustuki carried me back to my room. My heart was hurting as if a train was running over it again and again and again. Tears that I had tried to control so long came down wetting my cheek.
I closed my eyes and slumped against the corner of the room and brought my knees to my chest.
I'm pregnant.
Oh god, I'm 19 and I'm pregnant.
"No." I squeaked and it sounded weak and pathetic to even my own ears.
"I'm so sorry sanyu," Kaustuki chocked trying to calm me down. She wiped the tear from my cheek but it didn't help because more came strolling down.
"No!" I sobbed hysterically clutching the fabric of her shirt as Kaustuki rested her chin at the top of my head rubbing my back slowly.
I screamed. Only I didn't. I strained my vocal cords but not a sound came out. Still I screamed, screamed and screamed.
After a few seconds even screaming lost its zeal and there was nothing I wanted to do but cry in comfort of my friend.
At that time, I felt nothing could be more terrible but boy I was wrong. Because my journey was just getting started. I'm not gonna li, it was not all rainbow and roses. But its full of laugher and sadness. But I don't regret anything now, cause it was one hell of a ride
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This my friends is the revised version of A Beautiful Mistake. I read my story and I felt that there is a lot of mistakes and plot holes. So I decided to write it again. Plot will be similar but there will be a lot of things changed.
I hope you like this prologue or introduction or whatever you want to call it.
Love,
May
Ye Hai Mohabbatein
Arjun
