(One Year Later)
‘Arghhh! This beep sound is driving me crazy!’ Laila said
whispering to herself. ‘Sleep well my Prem; I’ll just go get a cup of coffee.’ She
said as she bid her crazy lover farewell. Life had been crazy for Laila. Since that
fateful day that she met Prem for the first time life had never been the same. She
still laughs to herself when she remembers the time Prem had asked her that question. “Do you believe
in soul mates’ did she believe in soul mates? She sure as hell asks herself the
same question every day. She loved Prem. She loved Prem with all her heart. She
loved his smile. She loved his eyes. She loved his giving nature and his maturity.
She loved his personality. She often told him, ‘You’re filled with 90%
bullshit, but there is this 10% thing about you that I can’t find anywhere
else! So thank your stars and your genes mister for that 10% of whatever that
is!’ Truth be told, she loved everything about him. Even when he clumsily does
stuff that annoy the hell out of her. She loves him when he spoils her clothes,
steals her food or keeps removing her clip from her hair. Every annoying, cute,
silly act of his made her fall more and more in love with him. But she was
scared to admit it. She had shut her heart to all emotions so hardly that there
was no place for Prem's love. That fateful day when Prem asked her if she
believed in soul mates, she walked away after reddening Prem’s cheek with a
tight slap. Whereas in reality she wanted to redden his cheek with her lipsticks
mark. After loads of convincing from Prem’s side for nearly 6 months she
finally agreed that there was something between them. Some connection and she
was with him only till she could figure out what it is. And after that she will
be gone faster than wind.
Currently
they were in the latest relationship status of our generation, “UNTAGGED”. Prem
never shied away from admitting his feelings from Laila. But her brother’s
death had hardened her to the core. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle
another blow caused due the loss of a person close to her. She thought staying
alone and not opening her heart at all would be the best. As it’s said, ‘Once
bitten, twice shy’.
Prem had recently met with an accident. Nothing severe, the
old rascal would survive. But he sure had Laila's heart stop beating for a
minute.
“Emotional pain is above all. If you ever want to get rid of
physical pain ask someone to hurt you emotionally. Then see how the physical
pain flies out of the window” Prem thought to himself. If looks could kill the ‘pig
faced guy’ as Prem had named him, would be dead long back. “I know she smells
good you idiot! But get away from her already.......” Prem was beyond
frustrated.
As Laila and ‘pig faced guy started walking towards Prem he
looked away and acted as if he couldn't care less about Laila’s whereabouts.
‘Prem meet my childhood friend Ram. We've been super close
like forever. If ever I need anyone for advice I turn to him. He’s my rock! The
best person in my life.’ Laila said smiling
at her friend.
“WHAT THE HELL DID SHE JUST SAY??? Advice??? She never needs
advice. Just a shoulder to cry on! Isn't that what she always said to me when I
wanted to give her advice?” Prem thought to himself while smiling sweetly and
shaking Mr. Ram pig face’s hand.
‘So Ram you know Laila for long huh? Guess you know all her secrets
then?
‘Yea mate, all her secrets, and I've also seen her in her
diaper! No Laila? Ha-ha’
Before Ram could finish his sentence Laila charged towards
him with a pillow ready to attack. While they got busy fighting and joking with
each other they forgot about one person. Prem was left all alone to his
thoughts,
“I don’t blame her! I mean look at her! She’s beautiful,
smart and beyond being intelligent. And look at him! He’s like a carbon copy of
her. Not that I am into guys, but he was hot and looked like one of those
intellectual types. Laila would obviously want help from him, advice from him! Who
am I! Nothing! So I don’t blame her when she comes to me when she wants,
Nothingness.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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