Author's note- diary part is in bold.
Ishita settled in front of the laptop, Raman sat beside her .she clicked and the file got open ,she start reading.
Hey diary,today I saw a girl,perhaps the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.today I had to go to give welcome lecture to my juniors as our professor ,met an accident. I went inside with heavy steps as I wasn't prepared for any lecture and saw her sitting silently,little nervous and scared,the only Indian girl between all those foreigner face.big chocolate brown eyes,applied a thin layer of kohl in her eyes,the lighest shade of lipstick,or may be her lips r so pink of her own.whatever it was but she was an epitome of beauty.her curly hairs were falling on her beautiful face blocking my view,I so want to tuck her hair behind her ear to admire her beautiful face.but the most beautiful thing which drag my attention was a small nose pin of her ,adding some extra glow to her already glowing face.my eyes got stuck at her,I just want to see her and can admire her all day but my trance got broken by the greet of the students.
I get inside ruffling my hair and everyone look at me as I have came from other planet,am I that handsome or looking more of a clown.nevertheless, she too look at me and a smile crept on her face,I always knew that dimples add beauty to smile but thats so wrong,she look ethereal even without any dimples.
As a ritual,I introduced myself and then everyone start introducing themselves. I was waiting for her turn but madam toh sabse last mein baithi hai.I had to wait till the introduction reach her and finally it reached and I got to know her name,ishita,ishita iyer.and all I could think was,madrasan kitni khoobsurat hai,coconut chatni kha kar ekdum coconut ke colour ki.
Ishita look at him and was surprised to know that Raman too noticed her on the first day of college.and blushed reading what he felt for her.she continued reading.
I start the lecture and God knows what lecture I gave coz every now and then ,my eyes went to her face,her eyes,her nose and her lips,uff they were disturbing me,tempting me.anyhow I finished the lecture and was about to go to her but my bad luck,professor came and I had to go to my class,uff baat bhi nahi kar paya,thodi aur chot nahi lag sakti thi professor ko.
Ishita smiled reading that .she looked at Raman. He was busy in playing with pens.ishita took him in side hug,he put his head on her shoulder.
Ishita- baby ko neeni aa rahi hai.she said caressing him.
Raman nodded and she start patting his forehead kissing his forehead.(as he is mostly free in his home so he has a habit of sleeping more then others).
Soon he slept and his head was falling every now and then.she pulled him closer and hugged him,he snuggle more into her and slept placing his head in between her valley. She shivered with his touch,yes they shared intimate moments many times but still she felt ecstatic feeling his touch as it's was first intimate moments after remembering her feelings for Raman.
She patted him lovingly and start reading.
Days start spending but I couldn't talk to her,moreover I myself don't want to talk to her as I don't want to fall in love with her,coz my maa wanted a Punjabi girl for me and she was a tamilian Brahmin.I know there will be difficulty in our relationship but dil kahan kissi ki sunta hai,woh toh bas uski ore khinchta chala gaya.nahi chahte hue bhi pyaar kar baitha.
Ho gaya uss madrasan se pyaar,jiski shakal aur naam ke siva kuch bhi nahi jaanta tha.I tried to avoid this feeling calling it infatuation,par bhoola nahi paaya.everyday I use to see her and get lost in her ,par woh toh meri taraf dekhti hi nahi.dekhti bhi toh nazarein jhuka leti as if I don't even exist.
Ishita smiled reading this and thought-meri nazarein sirf aapko talaashti thi Raman ,aur jab aap ko dekh leti toh nazarein bhi nahi mila paati thi.kaash hum dono apne dil ki baat keh paate.she said to sleeping Raman and went back to reading.
Days were passing,it was more then six months since I saw her for the first time but never get courage to talk to her.moreover she is never alone,her dumchalla(mihir) is always with her.i so use to hate abd be jealous of him ,woh uske saath kitni comfortable hai aur meri taraf dekhti bhi nahi(sad pout).one day I was walking in the corridor when I heard someone crying.I peep in to see and saw her sitting on the stairs sitting alone and crying bitterly.I got worried why she is crying,she was all alone,her dumchalla wasn't with her.I couldn't see her crying ,I was about to go to her when her phone rang.I stopped in mid,she picked the call and said- amma,I am coming back.I can't survive here any more,sab bully karte hai as I am not very rich ,scholarship pe padh rahi hoon.mujhe nahi padhna yahan,itne bade college mein sabke dil bahut chote hai.koi help nahi karta kisi ki,sab mujhe aise dekhte hai jaise main third class cheez hoon.even professors don't help,whenever i go to them they just walk away,they too dont clear my doubts.itni tough padhayi hai main kya karun ,kisse puchun.yahan rehna bahut tough hai.she was saying and crying.
I felt too bad,I never experienced this discrimination as I am rich and everyone knows dad well but she was struggling .noone was helping her,even her friend was a mediocre student like her .I want to help her but she never came to me.even when I tried to go to her ,she just ran away from there.like I am a ghost.after thinking I finally got an idea,I arranged extra classes for weak students hoping she will come.it's been ten minutes since I start the class but she was nowhere,I thought the plan got backfired but she came,little late.I was so happy to see her and so was she.I start teaching them with double enthusiasm. And then it became a habit.everyone praised me for this noble work but only I knew what I am getting from this,getting to see her face for a long time,get to see her smiling as her studies were now easy for her.even I talked to her professors and my classmate to be a little more considerate towards her,as she is special for me.
Ishita- u arranged those classes only for me.mere liye itna kuch kiya aur kabhi bataya hi nahi.aur main bhi kabhi samajh nahi paayi.I always believed that I loved u madly but u also loved me,u sheltered me.meri hifazat karte rahe aap sabse.main shayad duniya ki sabse khusnaseeb aur sabse badnasseb ladki hoon.khusnaseeb coz u loved me aur badnaseeb coz I never realised ur love.she said caressing his hair lovingly.
Later I realised that she attend every lecture of mine,ek hi topic baar baar padhti hai,I wonder woh itni bewakoof hai yaa phir sirf mujhe dekhne aati hai.I wish the second option is true.Jo bhi ho I loved her being around me,but hamesha sabse last aati hai class mein aur sabse pehle bhaag jaati hai,like I will eat her,yes she is tempting but khaungaa thodi naa.aur baithti bhi ekdum corner mein hai aur apne dumchalle ko aage baitha deti hai ,so that I can't see her.not faur madrasan,koi query hi toh wahi puchta hai,kahin gungi toh nahi.no I heard her voice,her sweet voice.naa kuch bolti hai naa kabhi meri taraf dekhti hai.did she have any idea what I feel for her.perhaps no,still I love her,meri pagal madrasan.
Finally it was the day of my last lecture to them,I am about to go back to India forever.I so want to take her in a tight hug and tell her that I love u .I have decided that today in farewell party I will tell her about my feelings,thats why when mihir asked me about coming to party I said yes.lately in the evening ,I want to be near her but all surrounded me like I am srk.finally I got a chance to talk to her when we danced together. Uff her fragrance was making me crazy and to add to this,she kept her head on my chest.I want wanna hide her in me ,I am so loving her soft cheeks against my stubble.I thought this is the time,I should confess,so to start the convo I asked her name.when I was about to say ,she herself said that she wanna talk to me.soon we r in the garden.she was about to remove her mask when my phone rang,bloody couldn't it rang sometime later.I don't wanna pick it but picked as it was mom's call and dad wasn't well.I talked to maa and when I turned she was nowhere.I went inside thinking she must be with mihir but he himself asked about her.after sometime I saw her hugging mihir tight and my heart broke.she didn't love me,she loves her friend.ofcourse how can she,she even don't know me.I was an idiot to think she could notice me.
Ishita- u have misunderstood us Raman.I love u ,I always loved u.she said caressing his hair lovingly.
That's all for now.enjoy and do comment and hit like ,will wait for it.
Precap- the diary continues and ishra meeting mihir.
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