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5- thunder and calmness


“have you forgotten me that easily?” “No! but…” “I want you back in my life” “i…” Aryan grabbed her cell phone and spoke “listen you, I don’t care who you were to her. I know that you meant the world to her but it’s over now. You ended things with her and you broke her more that you realize. I do admit that she has some part inside her that still loves you but she loves me now. She’s moved on and If you ever try to approach her again, you’ll face hell.” “who are you again?” Eric spoke from the other side. “I’m her protector, the one she chose. Her boyfriend” “I don’t believe it.” “I don’t care if you believe me or not” “lets meet then shall we? I’ll decide it!” “it ain’t your decision to make” “still! As the one who was in relation with her for more than a year I still have some rights with her!” “No you don’t! but if you want to confirm, we’ll meet. After that if you still bug her, you’ll face hell” “so tomorrow at five in banglamukhi. I’ll be waiting. Haha” Eric ended his call with a sinister laugh.
‘damn why did I say that? Why did I do that?’ this voice popped as soon as he ended the call. He looked at Shrisha and Sacar. Both of them looked shocked as hell. “yea yea don’t look at me like that. Even I’m shocked at my own actions” Shrisha began to cry. They somehow calmed her down for the time being. The college ended and at that time she was in no condition to go home. As Sacar had a job to go to and Yuuki had an errand to run to the only available place to go for Shrisha was Aryan’s home. they got into his scooty and reached his home.
Aryan’s father was just about to go to his office when they arrived. “Yo! I’ve made the food. Eat it before it gets cold. And it seems like you have a guest with you!” his father and Shrisha made a Namaste gesture and he parted ways with them. They went up to his room and man it was messy; straw pieces around everywhere and a strong stench of cigarette, beer bottles thrown around, an incomplete sketch, papers thrown everywhere and near the window there was an incomplete work. He did the job of straw art. It required him to split the straw and paste it on a blueprint and then let them dry before he cut it down and paste in onto another paper like a jigsaw puzzle. In the corner there was a laptop. As Shrisha was observing the room Aryan had gone up and made some tea.
‘wow he is quick and messy! I like him.’ “here! Some tea.” Aryan said after he brought a cup of tea.” “why only hot water for you?” Shrisha replied when she was only hot water in another cup. “I don’t drink tea. Only dark coffee for me and don’t mind if I smoke here” “I won’t” while Shrisha was busy sipping her tea he opened his laptop and began typing. That piqued the interest of Shrisha as to what he was typing and a sudden urge to hug him overcame her. She went to his side and placed he cup besides his and hugged him. “Thanks for saying that you are my boyfriend earlier. I don’t know how I would have talked to him.” “you say thanks? I’m more worried about tomorrow.” “why so?” “I know that you don’t think of me more than a friend. So sorry for putting you in that situation first of all and second of all, I know that I’m not a boyfriend material so I don’t think I’m worthy to even be your boyfriend albeit be it for just a for moments.” “oh! Believe me you are more than qualified to be my boyfriend.” She paused for a moment and said “screw that! We’ll somehow act. Anyway what are you typing?” “read it yourself”
Smoke
I might have just made someone hate
me for no reason at all
but I must stall
that person from breaking someone’s heart
save someone from being torn apart
by her own emotions
save her from her own questions
like the tip that’s burning
in a cigarette
all that hate
inside me was aimed
towards a single person
and no I ain’t sane
but I wanna be home
to that person
I wanna set her free
like the smoke
that escapes, be her hope
I want her to see
that there are more options
than to just be consumed
by her past…
-roi de scuro
‘where have I read that name? roi de scuro… I know that I’ve seen it somewhere.’ She took another look around the room and noticed how the room really was. It was a total mess. “Doesn’t your mother scold you for keeping your room messy?” Shrisha asked Aryan. “I don’t have a mom. She died a few years back!” “sorry to ask you such an insensitive question.” “It’s ok.”
                Time went like that. She enjoyed his company. His gentleness, his strictness, the protective aura that he emitted and overall him. Maybe what he said to Eric this morning wasn’t so much of a lie after all. Maybe she had fallen for him. She began to cry around noon, sobbing and barely making a sound. All the emotions that she had suppressed in the past month while trying to forget about Eric ha suddenly came gushing to her heart. She felt no shame in front of him, more like she trusted him with her tears. He noticed this but knew that she needed to cry so all he said was “Cry! Cause I’m here to wipe your eyes.” and with those words her emotions erupted and she began to cry with loud noises. Soon she fell asleep in his bed after crying and sobbing for nearly two hours. After she fell asleep he carefully picked her up and placed her in the right position while covering her with a blanket and wiping the tears strains off her face. He carefully kissed her on her forehead.

-Yakaa: Jujaan 
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