"Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real."
Iris Murdoch, Existentialists and Mystics Writings on Philosophy and Literature
"Villian ho tum meri life mein."
*punch* *punch*
"Pata hain meri engagement ka sabse best point kya hain? Ke mujhe tumhara face kabhi nahi dekhna padega."
*punch* *punch*
"Help to meri Parth karta hain hamesha!"
*punch* *punch*
"Villian ho tum meri life mein." "mujhe tumhara face kabhi nahi dekhna padega." "Help to meri Parth karta hain" "Villian ho tum"
"ARGH!!!!!!!!! Sanyukta Agrawal!!!!!!" screamed Randhir, punching his punching bag even harder and then kicking it so that he could clear his frustration. The punching bag that couldn't bear anymore torture fell down. Not finding anything to attack and with the anger building up in him, Randhir started to punch the walls, blood oozing out of his knuckles'.
How dare she do that? Compare him with Parth? And that too calling him a villain! Him! Who has always helped her whenever she had got into trouble, which was like always?
She called him a villain and he too proved to be exactly that. He made sure her engagement was fixed up. And he did all that knowingly, he crushed her dreams, her aspirations knowing how much all of it meant to her.
"Prove kar diya maine ki hoon main tumhare life ka villain! I hate you! I just hate you!!!"he screamed inside the empty room with no one except the walls listening.
Finally giving in to the weariness he sunk down . his back towards the wall and his head resting upon the side cupboard. He didn't know why he felt so emotionally drained out? what was the reason behind his inner turmoil? Why whatever she said was piercing him like bits of broken glasses? What was wrong with him? Why did he feel guilty of doing whatever he did, something he rarely felt in his life? Why did he even CARE?
Bloody hell!!!!!! Why couldn't he answer off the questions rising in his mind with his never ending logic? After all what question couldn't be answered by Randhir Singh Shekhawat?
"Tumhari life Sanyukta ke around revolve karti hain Randhir." Vardhaan sir's voice echoed in his head.
But it didn't, did it? Randhir Singh Shekhawat's life could never revolve around a girl, especially a girl who was Sanyukta Agrawal, who was everything he disapproved off.
If that was it, then he didn't know why! Why was he always affected by every single word that escaped her mouth? Why did he give a damn where she was gone that night with Parth? Why was he feeling things he never felt before like the way his heartbeat increase when she came near him, like the way he just wanted to look in her eyes and never look anywhere else? Why when she is not near him, he fears something would happen to her? Why couldn't he take her ignorance? Why couldn't he just hate her like he always had?
He didn't hate her. No he didn't. And if he didn't hate her what did it mean? What was all that he was going through known as?
The answer came clear, as it just had one logic. That he did care, that he was affected, that all of it that he was feeling was because his life did revolve around Sanyukta Agrawal. Which again implied on thing and that was-
That he, Randhir Singh Shekhawat had fallen deeply, madly and irrevocably in love with her. Yes! He loved her! He did! With all his heart, mind and soul! Oh god!
And then just as that realization sunk in there was this.
Did he deserve her after all that he has done? And again the answer was clear- a plain simple No! he didn't deserve her, he never would.
However he knew that he couldn't live with her hate, her despise. How could he do nothing when he knew her rancor towards him after knowing he loves her?
He had to something, anything to prove he wasn't a villain in her life; he wasn't there to swallow her dreams or her happiness. And he would make her love, her dream; of becoming a mechanical engineer survive. He had to make everything right the way he made everything wrong.
With all this he will also know this, that she couldn't be happy with him. He was too complicated, too messed up to be loved. He will make sure he stays away, however the pain be. Because she too wanted that, for him to stay away, for him to not mess up her life anymore, hich was what he would exactly do. He would make up for everything and then disappear in the shadows. He would live like he never existed for her. And soon she would forget him like everybody else in his life had forgotten him. He would distance herself from her so that the darkness of his life doesn't engulf the brightness of her life.
He wiped the tears that had streamed down his face unknowingly. Gathering himself, he got up. He had work to do.
"Tomorrow's day would be the brightest in your life, I promise that, Farzi." He murmered.
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Ok so i guess the torture stops here?😆
Well if it was a torture which i definately know it was, dont blame me. i was not going to post it.
And Dhruv(Dashing Devil) is the one who actually forced me, and i say this quite literally, to put it up. so pls throw eggs, tomatoes at him if u want as your r most welcome to do it. 😉
And yeah do like and review it. waiting for them.😊
And Dhruv to you i do leave the tomatoes. And yeah one from me too!!!😆
Love
Shreya
P.S. And yeah Dhruv did i forget to mention? DO NOT tell me to continue!!!!