So I was an active *silent* member once upon a time. And then college happened.
Anyway, It's been long since I posted. But I hadn't really stopped writing, so here I am with my old works. Yeah by 'old' I mean quite old, dating back to days where Randhir and Sanyukta had not confessed their love.
Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy reading it. Please drop in your comments :)
||Letters & Confessions||
"What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay?"
~Break even, The Script.
He stood outside the huge house. Her house. He ran his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that day and let out a long sigh.
"What are you doing here, Randhir?", he asked himself.
He had been standing like that for almost 15 minutes now. After all what could he do? Why was he here?
He should just go back to Firos chacha's garage.
But just like always, there was something about that girl that drew him towards her.
"Wait, what? Drew him to her?", He thought. That's it - he was going back.
"Good bye, Farzi and good riddance", he muttered. But he still hadn't moved from the spot. What was wrong with him?
Stupid woman messed up my mind, he thought, a disturbed look taking over his features. "I do not care about her. Let her get engaged - she means nothing to me. Just a passing cloud in my life", he said aloud to no one in particular. But deep inside he knew what he was doing - he was trying to
convince himself that she didn't matter to him.
"Denial", a voice in his head whispered.
Once again he sighed. He might as well admit it now.
Some thing had changed between the two enemies - something major. And he knew that he was a goner. That he was in fact falling for her, the one he thought was never good enough. But god, she had proved her worth. She had cracked all the walls that he had built around him and reached deep into his soul, snatching his heart away in the process. He felt so naked in front of her - like she could see him. Like really scan him through her beautiful grey orbs. He was in love.
But he was afraid. Afraid of that very feeling. Because when you're in love, there is no guarantee that there is a happy ending. There is no guarantee that the person you love will reciprocate the same feeling. And he knew all too well about one sided love. An image of him waiting for his mom to come home on his 11th birthday as he stood near his cake all alone flashed in his mind, making his eyes sting. He blinked the tears away. Life was so hard. If only there was a switch for emotions - he would turn it off in an instant. Just flip the switch and everything will be good. How he wished he could do something like that. But the world wasn't a wish granting factory, and he knew he had to face the reality. He had to act before he loses her forever. But he couldn't help but think - was she his in the first place? He couldn't possibly lose something that never belonged to him.
He leaned on his bike and opened his bag, to take out a bottle of water. Just as he was sipping it, a piece of paper fell down. Bending down to pick it up,he saw her name signed at the bottom, neatly in cursive. He almsot choked on his water, and frantically read the letter.
They meant nothing to each other,
or so they thought.
Days went by,
they fought with all they had.
Two souls desperate to bring down the other.
More fights, misunderstanding, quarrels,
this was how they were.
What had changed?
Two souls desperate to bring down the other
But also there for one other during hard times?
Compromises, hugs, kisses,
this was also how they were.
There is a thin line between love and hate, Randhir. And I am afraid I've crossed the line and I,I am love with you.
-Sanyukta
P.S, I know by the time you receive this, I won't be in college anymore. I dont even know If this matters to you. Call me stupid or whatever, but I have always told
you (and parth) to acknowledge your feelings and face them. And I knew that If I did not confess these feelings for you, I'll never forgive myself for being a hypocrite.
But you, you deserve to be loved Randhir. I don't know How or when I fell for you - and that doesnt even matter, it's just a shame that it's too late to do anything now.
Please don't hide yourself deeper behind that MCP facade of yours, Please. I love you. So much, it hurts.
A drop fell on the paper, smudging the ink a little.
"Stupid girl", he muttered, staring at the setting sun.
An ecstatic feeling was spreading through him and he felt like it was going to swallow him completely - not that he was complaining.
Finally, she is mine, he thought.
Now he knew that he couldn't turn away and go back even if he wanted to.
He zipped his bag, and took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.
He now had a bride to kidnap.
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