The house: D'souza's Residence.

House. The kind of house that is built and not made. They lived underneath the same roof, looking at each other with silent contempt and disgust. You could never hear shrieks of laughter. It didn't smell like home. It didn't allow them to let go of their fear. Instead, the house howled with cries of silence. The silence which prevails after a long lost argument. The silence which reeks of anger, that which speaks a thousand words of denial and disappointment. They were strangers to each others world, each others emotions. There was a constant battle amongst the three of them. Who could hurt the other more? A battle with themselves. Who could continue to hold on to their ego even after the other had given up.
They were afraid, you can say. Afraid of what the other might do to  rip them of their dignity and self respect. Afraid that they would lose themselves a little more. They were tired, you can say. Tired of hurting themselves and then searching for a reason, a chance to seek revenge upon the other.
They lived in the same house. To the world outside they were a family. D' souza's. The semi furnished wooden door had undergone an intense one day carving session to make it easier for the visitors to trace where the D'souza's lived. Lived? They lived inside the house like disjoint letters of English alphabet.
They lived in the same house. A house that didn't sing to them a lullaby to drive home the wheels of sleep. But a house that robbed them of their dreams and replaced them with nightmares. 

The wedding ring : Chapter 3 (Last chapter) : An incomplete dream - Our wedding ring

“It was so hard not to see your smile all these years.” He whispered and Lipika could sense the same affection in his voice. What was it that had made forgetting so hard ? She looked at him with her dark hazel eyes. “You want to sit there ?” he pointed at the bench. She turned her gaze towards the bench. It was the same bench where they used to sit while returning from tution. She nodded. She was at the loss of words..She was still wondering why he wanted to meet her. All the thoughts kept her occupied and an awkward silence surrounded them. “Badam Kulfi?” Nihal broke the silence and questioned.Lipika just smiled , tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded.Within no time Nihal came back with two badam kulfi’s. Their favourite since school days. “So you are seeing someone ?” Nihal twirled the kulfi between his fingers.Lipika stared at him in disbelief.She didn’t reply.Instead looked away and jerked her head slightly.”Can’t believe you asked me that question” she smiled sarcastically. “Why ? Couldn’t bring yourself to love another guy?” Nihal locked her gaze.Lipika was stunned.Her heart skipped a beat and her hair fell loose on her face.She felt a lump in her throat. “Yeah after my ex and I broke up I kind of gave up on the concept of love” she firmly said. Nihal raised his hands in air in disbelief. Then he inched closer to Lipika and spoke under his breath “Lies and only lies Miss Sondhi.I guess you didn’t tell your so called boyfriend that he came between two best friends ?” to this  lipika had no reply.She mustered her courage and spoke “You never told Alice either.” Nihal laughed  “I did. And you won’t believe what she said.” Lipika looked at him , waiting for his answer. Nihal bent on the table and spoke in a firm affectionate tone “Love came between two best friends. Neither she nor your imaginary boyfriend”
“You knew ? You knew all the while Nihal “ Lipika’s voice broke as she spoke 
“Yes I did.” He nodded.
“And still you never stopped me. Because you never felt anything for me.And yet again you are ridiculing my feelings.Who gave you the right, Mr. Singhwi?” Lipika grinned her teeth and sobbed bitterly. She got up to run away. Nihal grabbed her hands and pulled her closer.They were now dangerously close.Lipika looked away and everytime she did so Nihal turned her head towards him. “You listen to me Lipika Sondhi.I always tried to ask you.But you always lied.You never tried to come out. Did you even care to see that even I was falling for you.You called me your best friend , you couldn’t see the love beneath those eyes ? Humor me Lipika. You never fought for me. What stopped you after the farewell night ?What stopped you from telling me that you loved me ? You didn’t care to stop me either?” Nihal in his firm voice grabbed Lipika by her arms and shook her. One could see tears in his eyes too. “Nihal.I was afraid to loose you.I was afraid that if I tell you , you would hate me.” Lipika broke down and tears rolled down her face.Nihal looked at her innocent face and the truth in her eyes. In that moment he forgot the past.He embraced her in a bone crushing hug.He wipped away her tear and kissed her on the forehead.Lipika closed her eyes as their fingers entwined.

 “I kept on wondering what was missing within me.And I realized it was you.Sad was the cold grey dawn that used to break upon my bed and the iridescent dreams of love used to escape my groggy head.I anxiously passed the dreamless nights enduring the piercing pain and wating for you to remember me once.And then i realized it was me who pushed you away.But today I want to tell you that...” his voice choked as he took  in a cold breath .His eyes watered , Lipika immedietly wiped it away with her hands.Nihal took her hands in his and kissed it unaware of the fact that people were looking at them.But Nihal said he wanted to talk about his marriage with Alice ? Was all that just a prank ? Or is this some kind of prank he was playing to see if she was in love with him. “Lipika..” he pulled her closer , she flinched immedietly.She closed her eyes.”I love you Lipika.I always have,Always will” Lipika had been yearning to listen to this for no one knew how many years.Life had finally started to make sense again.”Marry me Lipika.”Nihal went on his knees as he continued to hold her hands. She was no longer a women waiting with no end in sight. She knew the answer ofcourse, but alice ? Keeping aside every thought  she spoke “I love..” but the voice trailed off with the loud blaring sound.
She woke up.And there was blood everywhere,on everything.There was fire and charred pieces of vehicles and wood everywhere. Dead bodies on the wet ground and all that she could hear were loud vails and cries.She panicked as she struggled to get up “Nihaal!” She shouted. She shouted again. She limped and continued to shout.She felt warm liquid oozing out of her skin.And then she stumbled upon a body. Her bleeding face turned pale.She grabbed him and shook him” Nihal” he cried till she could not hear herself anymore.He didn’t wake up. His perfect face was now bleeding. His hands were broken.It was hard to recognise him.She shook him and laid her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat. She kissed his head , telling him how much she loved him.He didn’t move. But he was breathing.She shouted for help but before she could realize a burning wooden log fell on her head and everything around her went silent.


    
13th December 9:30 am
Bhagwan Das hospital 

Alice is sitting next to me. “Where is your fiancé ?” I question. She keeps her hand on my head and replies “I got married a year ago to Surya..I had realized after the farewell night that he had always been in love with you.We had even started preparing for your wedding. We knew your answer.Nihaal’s family knew your answer.We were just waiting for his phone call. He was about to bring you home.But then we received information about this bomblast and” Alice breaks down. I breath heavily I look around,I realize I am not in the ICU anymore.A doctor is recording my blood pressure.A nurse barges in “Doctor,mr. Singhwi’s heartbeats are fading.You need to come”I cannot comprehend what I hear.The doctor rushes out of the room.Before Alice tries to stop me I open the sticky wires and pipes attach to me.I fall as soon as I rise from the bed , pushing aside alice. I struggle with my broken leg as I limp towards the ICU. The nurses try to stop me but I push them aside.I barge into the ICU and I feel pukish and shivers run down my spine when I see him wearing the oxygen mask.His head is wrapped in a bandange and it kills me to imagine the pain he must have undergone.I want to take away all his pain. What about our marriage ? Life had just started to make sense. Then Why is he there and I am here ? The doctors place a metal paddle on his bare chest. His body bounces as a result of the shock.I shout , begging them to stop. They are hurting my Nihal.I run towards Nihal but Alice hugs me tightly , not allowing me to move. “Alice , see what they are doing to Nihal. Alice no. My Nihal. I want him back” I cry out while the nurses and alice try to calm me down and take me out of the ICU.

I push them away one last time and rush towards Nihal and hold his hands.May be it was miracle but his cold grip on my hand tightens.The irregular beeping of the ECG machine turns into a loud monotonous beep.They remove  the pipes and instruments attached to his body. And then I hear something that stops everything “He is no more” the doctors declare.I fall on the floor. I sit there taking it all in and it all comes out in form of a loud cry. I hysterically start calling his name,I get up and beg him , shake his lifeless body while it continues to hold my hand.“I will marry you Nihal.I love you. come back please ? Nihal.Pretty please ?”, I bury my head in his chest and continue to tell him how much i love him.Something within me shatters.I realize love isn’t enough to bring back my best friend,my soulmate,my Nihal.



6 months later.

Life and death are two sides of the same coin.Death doesn’t take someone , it misses someone too.And in that small difference between being taken and being missed lives are changed forever. 

“I want you with me for the rest of my life. I love you Lipika and the deep eternal love i have for you soothes my trouble and that is all that i long for in this short life.If i were to die at this moment i would quietly accept death because I know your love will never fade and neither will mine. My true enduring love will never die.I always knew you would continue to love me no matter where I go.Trust me I knew your answer to my proposal.And here I am penning down this note to tell you that I know we’ve been together since ages, before life happened to us and we will be together if  life happens to us again.You complete me Lipika. Do me the honor and become my beloved wife , so that I can spend my life growing old with you.And if there ever comes a day that I can’t be with you , just close your eyes and you will find me there,in your heart.                        Unconditionally yours 
Your best friend
Nihal  

I read the letter again.I get up and start walking towards my car.”Excuse me” it is a small boy of around 9 years.”yes” i raise my sunglasses and I am shocked when I recognise him.He was the same kid who Nihal was talking to..”Nihal Bhaiya asked me to give you this.Around six months ago.You are Lipika di,right ?” he smiles at me.. “Yes. ?”He hands me a rectangular box..”Latika and I were fighting over our Badam Kulfi which as a rule of our friendship , we used to share everyday.He wanted me and Latika to give you this gift when he bends on his knees.He said, we reminded him of  his childhood and his best friend” with trembling hands I take the box. “And who is Latika?”I bend down and look into his innocent eyes.”My best friend.”He smiles faintly “.Ever since that bomb blast ,my parents didn’t allow me to come here.But today I decided to come here and wait for Latika.May be she is angry at me,we haven’t spoken for six months.Good that even you are here.I could finally give you the box.Tell Nihal bhaiya I am sorry.We were standing near my cycle on the other side of the road when we saw him bend on his knees.Latika ran towards you without the gift.I  was about to take out the box when i heard the blast.I am a big boy but I started to cry and went on searching for Latika ” he bends his head and smiles.As I open the gift,I go cold and tears begin to flow endlessly from my eyes  “I want a Christian wedding.In that red bridal dress.” I run my fingers through the satin red bridal dress with laced velvet layers and a beautiful bow near the waist line.I then open the small silver box. “The wedding ring” it read , in Nihal’s handwriting.I break down into sobs as I see two solitaires.He must have thought we should have the same wedding ring.I fall on my knees and hug the dress , tears refuse to stop.Two hours later when my tears stop , the kid holds my fingers and questions “Are you alright?” I nod. “Where is Latika ?” I caress his head. He smiles“Mom says  she is with the angels .I write a letter everyday and go to the post office next to my house.Postman uncle smiles and takes  my letter but I never get a reply.She doesn’t come to school either.No one in school knows about her.” His innocent smile turns into a frown “If you meet her ,can you tell her I will never fight with her and will always share my Badam Kulfi?.” His eyes twinkle.I am at loss of words.I hug him tightly.. “Where is Nihal Bhaiya ?” he questions with innocence. My eyes water and I sniff. “With the angels.”. his eyes grow big with excitement “Did he reply to your letter ?” he looks at me with hope. “Yes” “What ?” I wrap my arms around his small shoulder “Angels are playing a game.We will soon meet them.But until that day comes we will have to smile.Or Angels will win  and we will lose.”he looks at me and his eyes twinkle with hope. “We will win” he chuckles. “What is your name by the way” I question.. “Nihal” he replies.I look at him for few seconds. “What happened ,di?” he asks. “Nothing. Lets go.We will have a Badam Kulfi.” I smile , wear my wedding ring, keep the other in box and walk towards the renovated Kulfiwala’s.The place still smells of our memories. 

Life is never fair.We never experienced togetherness.But death brought us closer and I fell in love with his absence.I dont need to close my eyes to feel his love.I can feel  it in every breath. I believe marriage is a connection of souls and not something that society needs to approve of after couple of chants and offerings.I am his and he is mine.I can see him in that wedding ring which I wear and in that ring which should have been in his ring finger ;in that bridal dress which I always wanted to wear but I never will . A part of me aches at the thought of  our incomplete dreams and I can’t wait to hold him in my arms, even though he is one lifetime away, I am glad that with every beat of  my heart I , Lipika Nihal Singhwi is a lifetime closer to my best friend.

The wedding ring : Chapter 2 "Where is Nihal ?"

Farewell Night

                                   She ran her fingers through the best brands that adorned her wardrobe.Not being able to chose which dress to wear , she banged the door of the wardrobe with frustration.May be it was not the dress dilemma after all , may be it was Nihal.Why was she even thinking of him ? Why was she even wasting her time in deciding what to wear ? Putting on her best wouldn’t make any difference.Putting on the best attire wouldn’t make Nihal fall in love with her.Her mind raced back to the innumerable award ceremonies she had attended , where she had received those awards , when thundering rounds of applauds had echoed in the halls and when despite of thousands of people appreciating her success and achievement,it  came down to nothing without his smile , without his “Congrats” , without his hug , without HIM.Even though she had every thing , she had no one to share it with. Her parents had passed away in a flight crash six years ago.No relatives ofcourse.She had worked day and night to become the best , to earn her living , to lead a luxurious life , to leave everything behind and start afresh. But she knew deep within , that it was just an effort to keep away the memories of yesteryears , to keep herself occupied was the best option. She had quiet given up at the concept of marriage ofcourse , for she could never stand any guy after Nihal.Even though innumerable guys had fallen for her , she neither gave way to their feelings nor paid attention to the sonnets and odes they had written for her.On the out she was an arrogant feminist but behind those eyes lurked the hidden forbidden desires of unanswered cravings and unrequited feelings. Her love was unextinguishable.Her dreams unattainable. How would she face the man she had been running away reluctantly from, for years . The man who had her heart in his fists without slightest knowledge. She looked at the clock. It was 1o clock already. She wiped away her careless tears. Once again she opened her wardrobe and tried to search for an outfit , only in vain. Until she went on her toes and looked for something in the top shelves.She lost her balance and minutes later she was lying on the floor and next to her was a red packet covered with dust. “Aah” she massaged her back. She slowly reached for the packet and unpacked it. She kept on looking at the red salwar.
“I guess red suits you” his voice echoed in her ears.She had brought the suit from the same shop which also had her dream wedding dress. Knowing that her parents wouldn’t allow and Nihal would laugh at her naive behaviour of having worn a bridal dress for the school’s farewell night , she had brought the Red Salwar.And farewell night ofcourse had been a witness to innumerable proposals , love songs dedications and hostile gazes from girls.
While Nihal was dressed in his Royal blue Sherwani and had turned on hundreds of girls with his charming smile and well built muscular body. That night , beneath the blanket of stars co incidentally they had ended up dancing together. Ofcourse they weren’t on talking terms.She had swayed her waist elegantly while grasping his firm shoulders . His hands were warm like sunbeam and her hands were cold like ice.She had avoided every possible eye contact ,but she had felt his gaze penetrating through her soul. And when their eyes had met , she was sure that she could die a thousand deaths to hold his hands forever , she was sure she could walk on fire if it meant she would get him.
“I want to tell you how deeply I have fallen for you Nihaal. I cant be just friends with you, anymore. But you love Alice. Then why , why does your touch feel so familiar  ? why does your gaze set my emotions ablaze ? Why does it always feel that may be you feel the same way too ? You have no idea how flawless you look in this Royal blue shade, I feel like looking at you forever.What are you doing to me Nihaal Singhwi.How will I spend my life without you ? If this is the end of our story then I wish time stops.Even though this is farewell , it feels like we will meet again., i dread the idea of meeting you again.To be frank I am scared that we’ll meet again.Because next time we meet I am sure I’ll end up falling deeper ,I might end up telling you how much I love you.”
“Kahin to Kahin to Hai nasha..Teri meri har mulakat me..” the music took them to some distant world. It was funny how she was able to connect with the lyrics.But this was the end. The final farewell.  Farewell Night. The last dance.The last touch.Nihaal pulled her closer , she flinched. The moonlight casted a perfect spotlight on Nihals face and it resembled some seraph,his silky hair ,now ruffled, danced carelessly to the music of the zephyr. “You look beautiful.I guess red suits you” He whispered in her ears. Her heartbeats grew shorter until she could not hear it anymore.She looked at him. Alarmed , as if every single word was making her fall harder. She tried to release herself from his clutch. But he grasped her hands tighter and pulled her closer. “You are free to leave Lipika Sondhi.But before you leave take my best wishes  for your imaginary boyfriend.Let him know that he came between two best friends” he whispered coarsely . Lipika was on the verge of tears, but she somehow swallowed them. “I will.If you promise to tell Alice that she came between us.” Lipika looked into his eyes and spoke in an undefeated tone. Nihals clutch loosened. She turned back and started to walk away.But there was something that was not letting her move , quiet literally she felt a jerk on her neck.She flinched. She turned around to see her dupatta entwined in Nihals Kada. “If it may please you two , Nihal and Lipika , can you please step up on the stage and receive your award ? We have been calling out your name for such a long time now.” The master of ceremony announced in a rather sarcastic tone. They looked at each other blankly .Not being able to untangle the dupatta, they went on stage to accept the award. “Whats this award for ?” Nihal questioned. “Mr. And Miss Popular ofcourse. Oh and to add spice to the clichéd award ceremony we have a new award “Made for Each other.” And ofcourse unanimously you two have been chosen as the winner.So do you mind taking the award and posing for a photograph?” The master of ceremony finished his explanation and handed over the award to Nihal and Lipika. They were supposed to receive it together. But god bless the entwined dupatta , the photographer got his perfect click. No sooner had Nihaal lifted his hands to receive the award than  Lipika’s dupatta slipped from her bare shoulders. Nihaal , without caring about the big gathering had turned towards Lipika and lifted her dupatta from the ground , he had then stepped closer to her and placed it in the same position while mumbling a soft apology in her ears, which had made her turn crimson within no time. They had then received the award together. And these precious moments were captured in the DSRL camera and printed within one week and posted to there address.Videos were made and songs were dedicated to them on every Orkut community . A video went viral amongst the students of st. Xaviers , which had a timeline of their pictures from the ethnic night and various other events during their stay at St. Xaviers for 14 years. Nihal and Lipika were the stars of St. Xaviers even after they had left. Despite of the fact they weren’t together, people continued to say that they were made for each other. If not anything it only rubbed salt on Lipika’s wound.The trend had only slowed down after Nihal and Lipika had gone abroad for further studies and the subsiding batches had passed out.For people  it was everything but a tag now “Lipika and Nihaal ? They were made for each other”

KulfiWala's  , 12th December 1:45 pm

December 12th 1:30

She knew what to wear now. She changed into the Red traditional wear. Strangely it looked as good as new. She dabbed some kohl and Lipgloss.Started her Skoda’s engine and moved towards her destination. “What will I Tell him when I see him . How will he react. Why does he want to meet me. I hope he doesn’t see love in my eyes” Engrossed in all these thoughts , her car came to a screeching hault near the Kulf walas. She raised her glares and looked at the surrounding. It was the same.The fragrance  of nostalgia reached her nostrils.She could see him talking with two kids and then buying them icecreams. He still looked the same or may be not.May be there was too much of similarity between him and her memories of him.As she descended the car and started walking towards him she felt as if her heart would literally come out of her mouth. After all this time she was feeling those butterflies in her stomach again. Courtesy being Nihals one sight. As he walked closer she slowly began to notice the differences. But she didn’t care about the difference. He was standing in front of her , in flesh and in blood. Dressed in a royal blue formal shirt and his hair ruffled as usual and  she wondered if she would ever stop blushing in his presence. “Hi” she tried to speak but nothing came out. “ I missed you so much” , yet again nothing came out. “Nihaal” finally ! No sooner had she spoken his name , Nihal pulled her closer and embraced her in a bone crushing hug. She hugged him back apprehensively. “I missed you Lipika.I am so glad you came” Nihal whispered in her ears. “Nihal . I  , I missed you too. I would have come no matter what . After all you are getting married.” her grip tightened as she completed her sentence. As if never wanting to let him go. Nihal slowly loosened his clutch. Raised his head and looked at her seriously and said “Thats what I need to talk to you about.” He adjusted his spects and ran fingers through his ruffled hairs. It sent shivers down her spine. “Need to talk about the wedding ? You are getting married to Alice. Right ?”
she asked coldly,hoping against hope that he would deny. Tell her that he wanted to marry her. But the answer defeated her yet again “Yes.I am.” Her world had shattered yet again........

Bhagwan Das Hospital , December 12th 7:30pm

December 12^th
7:30 pm Bhagwan Das Hospital.

Its been 2 hours now , I have been asking every one where is Nihal but no one is ready to answer . I have been begging , puking blood. I am in ICU.My broken leg hurts. My head is bleeding profusely.I am not able to move my left hand.I’ve heard them say that its broken.My neck and my skin is feeling the stinging , blinding pain , as if tons of burning cigar have been extinguished on my bodyIn this mind numbing excruciating pain I cant think of anything but Nihal . I want to hug him and tell him “YES NIHAL SINGHVI.YES I LOVE YOU.I WILL BE WITH YOU FOREVER.”. I feel like I am falling in the dungeon of despair and pain.I guess I can see death.But it wont come easy. Not until I feel Nihals touch ,one last time. But instead I can see Alice.What she told me ten minutes ago , I am stil trying to take in. I am unable to speak.My voice has choked. I can only speak couple of words in a minute.I am just crying and turning my head to ask them questions.Alice , what did Alice tell me ?  “No. I am not marrying him.” Why cant she ? But Nihal told me he will marry Alice. I guess my eyes are closing again. “Alice why cant you marry Nihal” . Someone please ask  Nihal to come here. I am dying.Where is Nihal ?

The wedding ring : Chapter 1 (Yester-years . We were BEST FRIENDS FOREVER)

“I want to meet you” she stared at the text blankly as the memories danced before her eyes.”Why?” she replied hesitantly.
“I am getting engaged this week.
Will be settling in states .can we meet one last time ?”
“Married” she was in a daze. All her dreams of standing next to him , wearing the red bridal dress that flaunted itself in the showroom opposite Kulfiwala’s , Kulfiwala , where they used to fight over the last bite of the famous “Badam Kulfi” of Dehradoon , after taking a long walk down the “Mall road” every evening.
In her chirpy voice she had often declared "I want a church wedding". To which Nihal had often replied "Tujhse shadi kaun karega Jhalli.Gay marriage is not allowed in India my Boi." (Who will marry you. ) Seeing her smile fade off , Nihaal had wrapped his hands around her shoulder and pulled her cheeks lovingly "Koi nahi mila tujhe to mai karlunga" (If you dont get anyone then I'll marry you) Lipika would immedietly start chuckling and reply after sharing a round of laughter "Nihal.You will get a firang when you move out of India.".He would inch closer to her and whisper in his husky voice "Koi nahi.Double timing kar lenge.Bhag chalenge shadi ke bad"(Never mind.We'll run away after marriage). And the sun would have plunged into the oblivion and the moon would have adorned the pitch dark sky , smiling at their innocent laughter and immaterial future plans. But alas , it had been seven years since they had walked down that road.Ages since the nature had been a witness of their never ending friendshp Four years since their eyes had last met. Innumerous turns of   unjust life and each night was spent in wakeful agony , searching the farthest recesses of her mind , wondering what went wrong and  how to bring him back ? And now after what seemed like a lifetime he only had returned to tell her that he was getting married.
“Meet me at Creme centre tomorrow at 1 pm” she tasted the salty tears rolling down unabated to her mouth.
She threw away her cellphone in despair.Hanging on to all their memories had been difficult.The wind rustled through the big glass windows facing the west , that gave her a panaromic view of the jinxed city. She banged the table with her fist as she sobbed bitterly
“Can we meet today itself ?”
“What time ? Where ?”
“Lipika , remember Kulfi walas ? ?”

The message immediately brought back a thousand memories.How she used to steal chocolates from his bags after school and how he would eat her lunch every afternoon and she would never complaint..How he had confessed he liked a girl in their tution , one fine evening , while sitting on the tattered jute chair near Kulfiwala- their favorite Kulfi shop.How she had played the cupid for Nihal and Alice and how nothing had remained the same in the years that followed.No more evening walks , no more Kulfiwala , no more talking about every thing, no more casual flirting , no more late night conversations and above all “No more Nihal” How she wished she could undo that moment where she had forced him to attend the physics tution on 22nd of December.They would have happily watched a movie that evening , maybe had a heart to heart conversation , followed by a bike ride and may be  just may be she would have had realized after those moments of nothingness , that she was in love with him. Always.But she had to realize it only after  it was too late. Too late to bring him back  too late to not end up being just a friend.After Alice and Nihal completed their one year of togetherness , she had locked herself in the girls washroom and cried through the day. She saw them kiss that morning. Her breakdown and the tears that flooded the washroom an evidence of the heart wrenching pain she underwent.

One sultry summer afternoon while walking down the mall road he had hugged her from behind.He wanted to catch up. She had flinched and jerked him off. Feeling his lost touch her heart raced a marathon and she felt weak in her knees. But how could Nihal not see that she loved him? How could he be in love with Alice ? What is it that Alice had that she didn’t ? Lipika Gupta was the girl guys would trade their lives for. For that charming pleasant smile of hers.About those dove like hazel eyes guys would write poems and sing songs.The way she swayed her waist while dancing or playing basket ball , was the hot topic of discussion in every food court and canteen. “But she is dating that Nihaal from Xaviers.She is anyways an arrogant bitch when it comes to love. And if you dare look at her Nihaal will feed your eyes to an eagle  and make sure you are never seen in dehradoon again.” Another rumor had it “No they are not together Lipika has a thing for Nihal. He is dating a girl outside his community. Lipika Gupta is now single,” While a bunch of plastics believed “Nihal is like some greek god ! And Lipika , she is the perfect example of manufacturing went wrong. Misfit !” As opposed to this there were those silly jilly’s who believed in fables and love stories. Who read Nicholas sparks and believed in Fairy tales “Nihal and Lipika. They are perfect for each other. They are born for each other” But how did it matter as long as they were not together ?

After the basketball match between Xaviers and De’nobli , when Nihal had seen Lipika flirting with the muscular built , six foot frame , fair English guy, he had dragged her through the corridors to an empty classroom and shouted at her “What the hell do you think you are doing ? How dare you flirt with him ? Are you out of your mind ?” after a heated argument and a lot of accusations when Nihal had banged his fist on the window , pinning Lipika involuntarily to the wall , she had felt his warm breath on her bare neck. Seeing his hand bleed profusely she had clinged it to her chest and cried , while Nihal had stared at her wondering how he had failed to see that beautiful side of his best friend ? While tying his injured hand with her dupatta they had almost kissed. She had ran out of the room and not responded to his calls for three long months. She ended up lying that she was seeing someone who was way too possessive and didn’t fancy the idea of her hanging out with guys. He had accepted it reluctantly after battling his confused emotions and carrying forward the male tradition of “never accept your feelings for your best friend” They had never seen each other again after completing  12th boards.While Lipika went to Singapore University to pursue international relations , Nihal pursued business administration and mastered in patents and trademark law along with MBA from Harvard business school.And now the man of Lipika's dreams was getting married.Nihal was getting married.The mere thought made her  sick and she felt nauseous.After a wait of 9 long years , the CEO of Singhvi associates wanted to meet the Chairperson of Sondhi HR consultants.If not anything it was going to be utterly difficult , to face the man she had loved passionately , hopelessly , unwillingly for 9 years.
“Ofcourse I do.Meet me there in an hour she texted back,wiped away her tears and walked towards her changing room as the memories of the yester - years danced in front of her eyes.For a brief moment , even after all the time  it felt as if life would start making sense all over again.