Hello all... I know I'm late. sorry for that. This part is really short and I forced myself to update it today itself as it has been a month since I updated.. Here goes the 8th chapter..
This part is in anjali's P.O.V:
Just two days after Kapil's birthday, his mother came back. And it was my time to leave also. It's been about four or five days since I came here. This is really too much to stay in someone else's house too long. But they really never thought of me like that because I knew it by how they treated me.
We went to a very nice restaurant last night on the way to home. And we chatted till it was 3 am. When I came to this city, I thought that I have no one to be friends with. But now I have a family here.
They are so sweet and the most important thing is I'm falling for Kapil rapidly without any flaws. I couldn't able to resist it. Sometimes I feel guilty to admit it. I seriously don't have the strength to fight with anyone for Kapil.
I got ready to leave and went down with my luggage. Kapil's mother was arranging the table and Kapil was pulling her legs. But I should say it. Kapil's mother is no less to him. She also retorts him with mocking answers.
I don't know what kind of a family everyone expects. For me, this seems to be the most admirable family.
I didn't thought of Kapil's father's part in this because I never had the love of a father and I honestly don't know how much a father is important in a family.
"Anjali, what are you thinking? Come down", Kapil's mother said. Kapil stood their smiling as loving as ever.
I nodded and sat in a chair next to Kapil's mother and opposite to Kapil.
"What is the hurry, Anjali? You can stay here for a couple of days, no? We planned to take you to a theme park", Kapil told with a sad face.
"You know why I'm rushing. When do you think our exams are? There is not a week left. Just five days more for our exams. Forgot?" I asked. I and his mom laughed at the way he blinked.
"I don't remember when he went to college since he joined MBA. During the end of the semester he will come and ask me to pay for the attendance lack without shame!" She glared at him.
"Pass me the roti, mom." He shamelessly changed the topic. I laughed throwing my head back. The way he changes his expressions and his replies are enough to hurt your stomach.
"At least his assignment marks should save him" Kapil's mother folded her hands and looked up. Maybe she is asking to God to promote our hero.
"Hey, I totally forgot. What grade you got for the assignment? The one we did together? Forgot that too?" I asked eagerly.
Kapil's P.O.V:
How can I forget that assignment? It was my first assignment. But that is not its specialty. I did with Anjali and it is the one which helped me to admire her completely.
"Yes, I got the grade." I continued eating. Why girls are so eager to know boy's grade? There are many nice things to know. The very good one is that I love her.
"That is what I'm asking, what grade?" she's not going to leave me anyway.
I looked at them. They both looked at me eagerly without eating. I tore the roti and brought it to my mouth. That is when she leaned forward from her place, caught my hands and stopped me from eating.
The very first touch of Anjali by herself. That means she is comfortable with my presence.
"Tell me your grade and then eat!" she ordered.
I smiled, and then told, "I got an 'F' and I was asked to do a project on sole trading concern".
She sat down. Face full of disappointments. "We both did it together. Then why you got an 'F'?" she looked at my mother who was busy serving me and Anjali.
"Aunty, are you not shocked?" she asked with wide eyed expression.
"This is already expected. Only if he concentrated on the assignment," she chuckled. I and my mother laughed together while Anjali was wondering why we are laughing.
"To which sole trading concern you are going, to do the project?" she asked me without eating. My mother gestured her to eat. She nodded.
"I've not decided yet", I said without looking her. If girls want to study let them study. Why force us? We are busy studying them after all. I shook my head.
"I have an idea. Why don't you do your project with our coffee shop? It's a sole trading concern. My mother will help you. You can visit Chennai. Stay in my house. Aunty, what you say? Can I take him?" she asked excited.
Two of us. Away from this city. To a new city. Where I can spend my time with her. Enjoy a lot. I knew it before she could finish her sentence. That I would go. In fact, my mind was traveling to Chennai already.
"Anjali, he had never been to a new place before. That's what I'm thinking about." She looked at me and Anjali hesitantly and repeatedly.
Before Anjali opened her mouth, I opened mine,"mom, I'm not a child. Didn't her mom let her come here?" I pointed Anjali. "Let me go mom, please." I begged her. No problem in begging before your girlfriend, after all, that too is to stay with her only, no?
"Okay, okay. You can. First let her eat." We all laughed.
Definitely, the last sentence is not a joke. But everyone was happy about it. That we are going to Chennai, the city of idly sambhar.
This part is in Anjali's P.O.V:
We headed back to my place. Kapil and I were over excited by the fact that we are going Chennai together. Maybe he is happy because he is going to explore a new city that to contrast to his north India.
We spoke a lot in the car. Like, when my exam is getting over, when are we supposed to leave, how many weeks to stay, almost everything about the new plan. Our conversation showed me how good my idea was.
We hopped out of the car and took my luggage inside. I prepared coffee for us and he stood near me watching the small lawn through the kitchen window.
I turned to give him the cup as he turned from his position and took the cup with a smirk in face. He smiled naughtily.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing" he said and again smiled crookedly.
"Tell me, Kapil" I'm not going to leave him.
"Erm, sorry for asking this. Men in Tamil Nadu go for shopping even with their lungis, no?" he tried to control his laughter. "Won't they feel like going out in night dress?" he burst into laughter.
For a second, I wondered what is there to laugh. But after I thought about it, yes, it is a little weird. I joined him too.
Since I suggested him the idea of Chennai, he is speaking everything about Tamil Nadu. I was myself expecting my exams to finish soon. So that, we can fly off to Chennai. I have already planned to take him to almost all the places in and around Chennai.
Whenever a doubt creeps in my mind, it can be of anything, the next moment I doubt whether he likes me. Love makes people think about it always.
Why I should doubt about it? Why can't I open my mouth and ask him? Why should I break my head like this? What's the need? What's the point? Why I can't just go up to him and tell him what I feel like? Why can't I ask him what he feels about me? Questions filled my mind.
But still there is something bothering. Something is stopping me. This is the thing about love. You find no reason to be scared of. But still you feel like something banning you from proceeding it.
Now, in my case, I feel only one thing as the barrier. He's a North Indian and I'm not. Though, what it has got to do with it? I'm not behind decades to scare about all these. Has not any inter community marriage was made? Is there no inter community lovers exist?
Whatever the hindrances are, there's another point or question left.
Above all, Kapil should love me, right?
I found someone calling. Kapil.
"What?" he asked with a warm look.
"Nothing. Let's go to the couch," I shook my head. To come out of my thoughts, that has buried me inside them.
Guys, I've never thought of leaving this forum but I just suggested it as I saw many members do. My special thanks to Faiza sam, Usma rasul and Dharshana for their wonderful advices to me. Thank you guys.. 🤗
Edited by azfee - 15 years ago
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