Chapter 4 Old Memories

When everyone left I was sitting alone in my room. I had tried to sleep but couldn't. Old memories were drifting me towards the time in which I was actually happy although for a while.

Five years ago:

I was a freshman and very new to the college environment. The college was far from our house so my parents put me into a hostel. I had to share my room with two other girls too, Poorvii and Mayra. Luckily they both were of my age and had the same course as mine. so we didn't only share a dorm but all classes. I was happy.

The next day , we went to our classes. It was nothing special but only introduction. So, there were very few students and we free from classes sooner. So, we decided to go to cafeteria before going to our room. That's where I saw him , Karan. We will looking at each other until Mayra called me and get me out from my dreamy world. Then we ordered coffee . I sat facing back on his side. Until I finished my coffee , I was feeling his gaze on my back. Mayra and Shruti noticed that , but they didn't say anything.

When we reached in the room they were literally overexcited. Shruti , " did you see that boy in cafeteria. He was literally watching Amayra continuously as he is going to kidnap her and take her far away."

I just rolled my eyes on her this statement. I was expecting from Mayra that she will say something to stop Shruti. But she was the worst when she opened her mouth.

" I didn't mind if he get Amayra into his muscular arms and kissed her passionately. I mean it can't be denied that he was actually want to do much more to her. " and winked at me. They both are really overly dramatic.

I just sighed and without saying anything went towards my bed after changing my clothes. I just want to sleep over the excitement I was feeling. But I couldn't shook it. He was literally taking over my all thoughts.

I was just thinking about his dark blue eyes as they hypnotizing me. His muscular body of Greek god and the confidence and smirk on his face. Actually made him exceptional.

Present time:

The next day, when I got up from bed, I did the first thing I always do whenever I can't think straight. Texting my best friends Poorvi and Mayra. Mayra was in New York and Shruti was in Delhi after marriage. But still, we were in touch.

I also sent my engagement picture to both of them. As expected, when they saw the image they immediately called and took me to the conference. Both sounded astonished and worried too. Because they knew about the mental and emotional trauma I had undergone after that incident.

And I told them everything about our encounter and what we said to each other. They were not shocked at all. They were just cursing him, but my mind was occupied by the things the future was holding for me.

The next day my parents talked to Rajesh uncle and his parents. And they fixed out marriage in next month. And the time flew. Mayara and Shruti came a week before marriage. They knew that I want them very badly. Sometimes, when i was about to do something bad in temper they always kept me together.

The day of Shgun arrived, we reached to the palace. I asked for not a big marriage but some marriage ceremonies were essential. we invited just our closed family members and friends so there was not rush of people.

I have to be at separate room until the Pooja finished with groom. There was a big window through that i can see the small lawn clearly where the sitting and eating arrangement for guests were arranged.

Mumma papa and my elder sister with her husband and baby all were inside in pooja. Mayra and Shruti were worried. As for me, I was feeling nothing.

Suddenly my eyes fell on his younger sister, Krisha. He told me about her when we together. He adores her so much. He always cares for her. I didn't know she knew me or not. But I knew her very well because of Karan.

After sometime I have to go downstairs for other customs. They made me sit beside him. I was having butterflies in my stomach as he looked at me. After the ceremony completed, all family members were on stage and they carried us with them for couple dance. It was not first time we were dancing together. I always loved slow couple dance. This dance reminded me of that time years ago, when Karan threw a surprised birthday party for me.

Karan

We were dancing very slowly. Her right hand was in my left hand and other on my shoulder. I was feeling her soft skin against me. I was feeling my soul is alive again after many years. I was feeling the heat between us when she looked at me.

After a while, she looked down and I rest my chin on her head inhaling the sweet smell of her hairs. It was still that sweet as before. For a while we were reliving our moment.

The whole room was seemed empty as no one is there, no music. Nothing but just us. Then we came out from our world with hooting done by both sides. And we apart from each other. There was a tensed air between us. This seemed so good, so right. As it was meant to be. We meant to be together.

After the ceremony, we went to our houses. I made excuse of tiredness and went straight to my room. What I was feeling right now was a feeling which I had buried under me long time ago.