love, Romantic, Short Story

When Love Happens Twice

I was in the 2nd year of my college, probably the best year of any student’s college life, as the 1st year generally passes in adjusting at a new place and mingling with new friends. My life was quiet simple then. I had few extremely good friends, less study pressure and a lot of leisure time to pass on social networking sites. I used to spend most of the time on Facebook or watching new movies. Though I was a little carefree towards my life, I generally used to become quite sincere at the time of my semester exams.

It was November then, and my 3rd Semester exams were just a month away, I came across an unknown girl on Facebook, who was in my friendlist for a few months, but we had never chatted with each other. It was around 11:30 in the night, after finishing my studies when I opened my Facebook to check the notifications for the last time before falling asleep, I noticed only one person was online, it was she. That day, I don’t know why I decided to chat with her just for the sake of a formal introduction.

I sent her a message, “Hi…”.

Without making me wait for a longer time, she too replied back quite quickly, “Hi…”.

My next message was, “I am from Kolkata. You are from which city? ”

She replied that she was from Delhi but her hometown was in Rajasthan. As soon as I heard the name of Rajasthan, I clarified her that I too was from Rajasthan and was staying in Kolkata only for studies.

When I asked her about the name of her hometown, our both hometown came out to be same, and probably this was the reason the chat lasted  for 30 more minutes, till the clock did not touch 12 and she said she wanted to sleep then.

We both then greeted Good Night to each other with a promise to chat again any other day.

Next morning, as usual, I wake up as I used to do, and resumed my daily chores and went to college.

Then again, we didn’t chat for a long time. Soon, my internal exams and semester exams were approaching so I deactivated my Facebook account as I used to do at the time of my major exams.

My semester exams started in the first week of December and continued till the third week of the month. After the semester, I re-activated my Facebook account again and started spending the free time again on Facebook. Next day, she sent me a message, “Where have you been for so long? I was searching for you one day to chat with you.” I then replied her that I was having my exams so I had de-activated my account. Since then again we started chatting with each other, this time more regularly as we both were free and the winter break was going on. Soon, we came to know about each other’s likes, dislikes, hobbies and a little about each other’s personality. During this time only, she revealed me about her love for writing poems, and I being an aspiring author had a natural attraction towards literary things asked her to show me few of her poems. Next day onwards, she started posting her poems on her Facebook wall for everyone to read. I too used to read her poems and give my honest reviews. I had seen many young poets writing poems, but the amount of feelings and emotions she put in her poems was simply unparalleled and cannot be explained in words. Her poems were awe-inspiring to me. I just fell in love with her poems. Since then, whenever she posted any poem on Facebook I never forgot to read and praise her composition. This continued for about 3-4 months while we used to chat with each other also quite frequently.

Then came the day of my birthday. Generally, on my birthdays, my family used to go to Mathura-Vrindavan for visit, I didn’t open my Facebook account even once in the whole day, till I returned home at night. At night, when I opened my account, I found three poems in my inbox sent by her, all having themes relating to love and pain. I read all the poems and send my reviews to her. Before that day, she had never sent a poem to my inbox, earlier she only used to post poems only on the common wall. Although, initially I ignored the fact but in the next few days her every poem was becoming more painful as if she wanted to say something to me through her poems which she couldn’t speak to me directly. This thing created a query in my mind that had she fallen in love with me. I then started observing each of her statuses and posts more importantly and felt that what I was thinking was quite right. To be honest with myself, I already liked her, but I was in a confusion that whom I liked more she or her poems.

Finally, one day I gathered courage and decided to ask her about all these things, and asked to clarify the things. I didn’t still know why I had done it, nothing worked in my favour and she simply ended up misunderstanding me. Moreover, she accused me of having lust for her and decided to even discontinue the friendship we had. She not only unfriended me on Facebook but also blocked me. That night, I cried for the whole night and spent several sleepless nights to accept the bitter truth. I was experiencing intense pain for the first time in my life. It took me around 5 months to become used too with the pain. Now pain in love was not a new thing for me. Now, I could understand why people say, ‘Pain and love walk hand in hand.’

I didn’t think I would ever fall in love again. I know that everyone says that after a heartbreak, but the difference is that I’m not heartbroken. I’m not cynical, or pessimistic, or sad. I’m just someone who once felt something bigger than anything else I’d ever felt and when I lost it, I honestly believed I would never have that again. But… I was 22 then and life is long. And I’m feeling things right now that I haven’t in a long, long time.

Yes, two years since then have already passed. People say, ‘Time flies away.’ But, in my case, it has just passed within a blink of my eye. Since, my break-up, I made myself so much busy in studies and career making that I never gave myself time to think about this incident. I am 24 now and I work for an MNC in Gurgaon and like a typical IT guy remains busy from 9 to 5 in office and the remaining time too spends mostly in office work and only gets free time at weekends only.

Last weekend, I went to the Ambience Mall with few of my colleagues. We were seated around a round table and joking with each other and about their past experiences with relationships. Suddenly, a beautiful girl walked past behind my chair, and I could smell the mesmerizing fragrance of the scent that she had applied on her body. Before I could turn, she had passed and I could only see her back. She was wearing a beautiful yellow coloured Patiala suit and her hair was perfectly straightened and was in place. In a funny tone, I asked my friend, “Should I follow her to know her name ?”. When one of my colleagues spoke out , “She is Ankit sister, your last project head. She comes here with her friends every weekend.”

I was speechless to know the fact and decided to approach Ankit to ask him if I could meet his sister.

Next day, I reached office half an hour earlier than my usual time and waited for him to come. As soon as, he reached office I decided to approach him, without even an inch of fearing of losing my job. I approached him and explained the last evening’s incident. Listening to my words, he looked at me with an intense look. For a second, I thought in my mind the next sentence spoken by him will be, ‘You are fired.’ But then he smiled and said, “Ok, visit my home tonight over dinner.”

In the evening, when I reached his house and rang the doorbell she opened the door. It was like love at first sight and this time the love was more intense than the previous time. I regained my conscience and entered the room and took my seat. Then came his brother, we talked with each other and had the dinner. I met her parents also. They were very good people. 

Next day, I told  Ankit that I liked her and wanted to be in a serious relationship with her. He agreed to my proposal and replied his sister has also attained a marriageable age. Since meeting her last week I have reclaimed the energy and positivity that I had lost two years ago. Now, I have to bind up this story as my mobile is flashing her name, ‘Ridhima Calling’ and my inbox is flooding with her poems. Yes, you got it right she is the same girl with whom I had broken up on Facebook, but this was happening in real this time.

Romantic, Short Story

An Unusual Love Story


‘Are you sure, Rhea?’ asks my mother.
‘Of course I’m. Survival of the fittest, mother. I’m not going against Darwin. Also I don’t want unnecessary scars on my body.’
It’s a known fact that we are all born to die. And frankly, I don’t understand why it has to be made into such a big deal. If it were not for my mother I would have said that to the bunch of people outside my house, some of them with young kids, shouting slogans, waving placards, literally wanting me to cut one of my beating hearts out. “Save A Life. Donate!” they shout.
For someone who is one in billions, 7.125 billion to be exact, I expect to be treated better. Scientists are still befuddled regarding my condition that gave me two hearts in my mother’s womb. But years of research and sticking needles into me have led them nowhere, and they have labelled me as a freak mutation. It’s so rare – literally one in all humankind – that they didn’t even name the anomaly (as they call it, I will call it awesomeness). I wanted to name the condition myself, something on the lines of Rhea’s Heartsawesome but the doctors aren’t thrilled with the suggestion. Instead they want to cut one of them out and save a life. Huh?
An IQ of 180, increased concentration, exceptional athleticism and a phenomenal metabolism rate – are just the few boring benefits of an increased blood circulation. Why would I ever give that up?
No, never I will give that up for anyone. Due to my two hearts, I had to face many problems in my childhood. And you too know it very well. And now, when I have learnt to live with both my hearts, they want it. Why should I give it to any stranger. What will I get in return ?? Money ?? I don’t want it.
Since my childhood, I have always been rare and want to remain the same throughout my life. I have taken up many pains due to it in my childhood, and when the time has come to enjoy its fruitful effects, people want me to give it up. Where were those doctors when I was having my periods at the age of 9. Its only I, who had to suffer the pain. It seemed so awkward of me, when others girls of my age use to enjoy playing games on rides and see-saws, I just had too stand far and saw them. When the girls of my age didn’t even know what menstruation is, I was undergoing through it at that age. I used to cry with pain, at the start of each menstruation cycle. Then no one came to me to ask for my extra heart. And today, when a rich woman has fallen ill, doctors are asking for it and giving me lessons of donation and goodness and helping those in distress.
It’s my heart and I am not going to give it to anyone. It’s my final decision. Tell the doctors to find for anyone else.

Even Rahul says, the reason behind my extra fairness and pink cheeks is due to the increased blood circulation of my second heart.
I can’t make him sad too. And mom, you know na ?? He was the first person in my life who always stood by me since we met each other. He always helped me to uplift my morale whenever I felt down.
Mom, “Yes, I know dear. Ok, don’t give your heart to anyone. I also don’t want you to get unnecessary scars for any stranger. I will ask your father to handle the problem his way. ”
“Thanks mom for always supporting my decision.”
“Ok, mom…… I am going to get ready…… Today, Rahul has promised me to take me for a movie in the evening……”
“Yes, sure …… You must get ready now……”

My relationship with Rahul started 4 years back, when I was in 12 std. I desperately wanted a good friend because everybody kept distance from me due to my ailment. Also, I was very fat at that time and looked more mature than other girls of my age. It was only Rahul who helped me with my studies, assignments, project works and a lot of stuffs through which one has to go in a school life. He is a good guy and ever handsome. Many girls had crush on him. I too had crush on him since 8th std but never had the courage to express it because I always thought Why he would accept the propose of a fatty, fleshy and over-mature girl, he being himself so cool and handsome I could never thought of it. Actually, it all started when I was in 11th std, in the month of  February while my friends were busy exchanging chocolates, roses and gifts, I didn’t have any one even to talk too, not even any female friends. Thinking all of this, I was sitting at the corner of our school playground and crying, when from behind a guy knocked me, it was Rahul. I hurriedly tried to wipe my tears and pretend to be normal, but he caught me. He asked, “What happened, Rhea ? Why are you crying ??” I tried not to reply the question and change the topic but he kept asking me repeatedly. Though unwillingly, because I thought he would also laugh at me, I had to tell the reason behind my tears. He reacted in a completely different way than expected. He listened to all my matters with utmost sincerity and gave me some genuine advices. That day we talked with each for about two hours. He made feel good and first time he only made me feel proud for having two hearts. Before that day, I considered myself a sinner for having two hearts. Then onwards, he everyday used to talk to me and helped me in controlling my mood swings and over-excitement which was a major problem with me due to increased blood circulation. He completely reformed me. Since he came to my life, everything changed. My perspective for everything around me completely changed. He instilled a sense of positivity in me. He only made me feel that if  I lose my extra weight and become slimmer than I will be the most beautiful girl of the school. I didn’t realize it at first but then I did as he said but I had faith in him as he was my only friend. After 6-7 months of hard work and exercise , the results came out was amazingly awesome and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I lost 8kilos and was looking absolutely beautiful. I kept looking at myself  in front of mirror for 15 minutes. Now, my years ago dumped intention of proposing Rahul came to my mind and exactly one year after on the same day we had become friends, I proposed him and he happily accepted it. We were very close friends for an year and had shared very bit of our life with each other, what else is needed for a good relationship. The years don’t matter much in a friendship, the only thing that matters is how well we understand each other.
Four years and still counting, we are together but only thing that I want is Rahul to propose me. As a girl, I too wish the male counterpart to propose me as every girl wishes . Yes, he has not proposed yet. He still considers me a good friend and not girlfriend.
Whatever be I will never forget his contribution  in my life. Even if he leaves me, I will keep loving him. That’s what love is all about. The other name of love is sacrifice. If he loves any other girl , I will let him , I will not stop even once. Already he has done a lot for me. That’s the only way I can show my gratefulness to him. A smile sparked on my face thinking all of this. Suddenly, I remembered I need to get ready. I was getting late. Rahul has asked me to meet sharp at 5:00pm at Dwarka Mor metro station and it was already quarter past four. I quickly get ready and pick my purse. “Bye, mom… I will be back before 10 pm. Don’t worry…”.
I took an auto-rickshaw and reached the metro station. There he was already there waiting for me. He was wearing a red polo and blue jeans and was looking quite smart. He hold my hands said, “The train is coming let’s go else we have wait for 15 more minutes. I have already got the tickets.”
We boarded the train and reached our destination. From there we reached a TDI Mall to watch movie. I asked him, “So, which movie are we going to see ??” He replied, “Fitoor.. Its an awesome movie…I have heard of it ”.  He got the tickets and then we enter to watch it. The movie was so beautiful… I got myself drowned in the story of the movie.
‘INTERMISSION’  It flashed on the screen. Rahul stood up from his seat, and said “You please be seated here. I’m coming in a minute. I took out my phone to check if I had any call. Suddenly, I saw my name on the screen.
“Rhea, I love you. Would you be my life partner ?” This message was flashing on the screen with ‘Rahul’ written on the bottom of the screen . And I was just dumbfounded. I couldn’t  believe my eyes. Rahul was standing near the screen. I rushed towards him and just hugged him tightly. And replied with tears in my eyes, “Yes, dear… yes…”. He kissed me on my forehead and I felt like my life was complete now. I needed nothing else.

Romantic, Short Story

The Lost Love


It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold.
I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batch-mates. But what I didn’t know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter.
I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell.
Ohh!! She was looking damn gorgeous, with her dark beautiful eyes with a black eye-liner around it and her curly hair-locks that was coming across her cheeks, she was still looking no less than a college girl of first year. Suddenly, the old college day love seemed to reborn in me and I lost myself somewhere back in my college days. After getting my tickets checked, I took my luggage and walked fast towards the luggage check point, she had already passed it and moved towards boarding the flight.
After my luggage check-in, I boarded the flight, checked my seat number and took my seat. My heart bubbled up with joy when I noticed that she was seating just in front of my seat. I felt like talking to her, but an old thought of my college days crossed my mind, which stopped me from calling her. It is quite a long story. Of-course all love stories are long, but mine a way different from others. But, I will narrate it in short:
It was a foggy chilly morning of January when I was in 2nd year of college, first noticed her. She, dressed in pink kurta with a purple quilted jacket over it coupled with black leggings, was standing near the entrance gate with two of her friends, she was looking damn cute. And, her snow white pinky cheeks was like cherry on the cake. Not just me, any guy who would have seen her that day, had fallen for her. It was the first time my heart had tickled for someone. It’s not true that I didn’t have had crush before, but it was a different feeling. I didn’t believe in the idea of ‘love at first sight’ but I was somehow sure about myself it was not mere infatuation. The whole day, I couldn’t concentrate in my classes. I spent all the day thinking of her and couldn’t concentrate on my studies at all. Next day, I went to the college with a strong determination of collecting all the information about the girl before returning that day. Generally, boys are considered quite good at this art of collecting information about girls, but I was not so good but neither worse. By the end of the evening, I had enough of information about her.
Fortunately, the very next day I saw her sitting in the canteen with one of her friends. When I entered the canteen, took my order and with a lot of courage walked straight towards her table and asked her if I could sit there. She was kind enough to allow me. I just tried to give her excuses for sitting there saying that the canteen was very crowdy that day although there were some vacant tables. She just passed a sweet smile and said, “Its Okk, yrr.” I thought , it was a good chance to know her so I started asking her some general questions for formal introduction and I too introduced myself. After about 10 minutes, she lifted her bag and said, “Okk, bye for now. I’hv class now. See you later.” “Yea, Of course” I replied with a smile.
Next day, we met again in the corridors and chatted for a longer period of time. Within these two encounters, I have started knowing her in a better way, She was not only a beautiful and attractive girl but she was equally polite and well-cultured too. All these characters altogether in one girl could attract any boy in the world.
Gradually, we turned good friends, soon we exchanged phone numbers, and started sharing our common interests, likes , dislikes everything. It had hardly passed 2 months. Then came the sad turn in my life. One fine day , one of my friend, Rohit said, “ Dude, Why don’t you say to her that you feel for her. If you don’t confess it soon, you will be friend-zoned like all nice guys of the world are usually done too.” I too felt that he was in a way right. I have also witnessed several such cases where good guys finally gets dumbed and eventually they started behaving like Devdas . I didn’t want that to happen to me so I too decided that simply I will go to her and pour out all my feelings in front of her and keep myself ready for whatever be her answer. Moreover, I too had a feeling that she was falling in love, if not in love, but of course I was her crush. Her way of talking with me, sharing every little thing with me, her Whats App status and many more things were trying to hint something to me and I as a boy surely can’t ignore them. So all these things altogether made me to do what I did the next day.
Next day, I accumulated all the courage of the world and went to college. I searched for her the whole day, but found her nowhere, neither in the class, canteen nor in the corridors. My anxiety had reached the seventh sky. Then all of a sudden, she appeared before me. She was coming towards me. My heart started pumping high due to nervousness and anxiety. “Hi Ishita”, I called her. “Heyy, Hii….” “How’s you ?” she said. “I’m fine,”said I “I want to say something”. She said, “Hmm, tell….”. “Not here, come at the side.” Moving at one side, she said, “Okk, Now tell.” Suddenly, everything went blank from my mind, and sweat started rolling down my forehead that too in the month of February. She asked, “What happened ?”. I just replied, “Nothing, but love.” She grinned at me, “Love….hmm…”. “With whom ??” To that I instantly replied, “With you.” And suddenly her expressions changed and she gave me a stern look. “How could be me ? We are friends.” Listening to her reply I apologised because I didn’t want her to lose as friend. And she too, made me feel like that she had not taken my words seriously and it was alright, we were still friends. The next day too, we talked like friends. But slowly and slowly after that incident she distanced herself from me in the next two months so cleverly that I even too couldn’t notice, when all these happened. From that day onwards, even when I as in my 3rd and 4th year of my college life, I could not accumulate enough courage to communicate with her again.
“Please, tie up your seat belts, the flight is about to land”, this voice wake me up from another day-dream. Yes, two hours have passed and we were about to reach Bangalore from Delhi, but I couldn’t speak a single word to her. Finally, I decided to speak to her, calling her from her back seat “Hi Ishita, Do you remember me ? ”. “Hey Akash, how can I forgot you,” she replied in a friendly tone. “So here for Shefali’s marriage ?” she asked. “Yeah…yeah…,”I replied. “You have not changed at all, still that charm that used to be in your college days, infact more beautiful.” She smiled and said, “You too have grown more handsome.” Then our flight landed and we together get down off it.
I asked her, “Can we take same taxi since both were going to the same hotel.” She replied, “Yes, Why not ?”. We both get into the same taxi. On the way, we talked a lot about what we were doing in the past few years. Where have we been in those days and recalling some of the memories of the college days and giggling together. I was again falling in love with her, I didn’t know about her but I was pretty sure of myself. We reached the hotel in about 45 minutes. Our rooms were in the same floor. I helped her with her luggage to get into the lift. Her room no. was 405 and mine was 408, just two rooms between us. While dropping her to her room, I said to her, “Any problem, call me. Take rest now. We will leave for ‘Sangeet ceremony’ in the evening.” She said, “Ok, take care.”
It was just 9 in the morning. Enough of time was there to get ready for the evening programme. I came to my room and sat on my bed and started thinking of Ishita. It was very evident from the meeting that time changes everything. Neither, I was as immature as I used to be in my college days, nor she was avoiding me as she did in her college life. Now, she was a totally independent girl working in a top IT company in Delhi and getting a handsome amount of money as salary and I too was working as a Project Head in IBM, Delhi. As a Project Head, I had learnt a lot. Specially, my present character was the image of that only. Now, I think twice before speaking anything.
After thinking all of these, I took my morning tea and breakfast that I had already ordered. After having my breakfast, I took a little nap since I was feeling sleepy. I was not used to getting up early in the morning.
I woke up at 2 pm. Actually, my nap proved a bit too longer. Hurriedly, I took my bath and started getting ready. When I was almost ready, someone knocked at the door. I opened it, it was Ishita standing , dressed in yellow saree with red borders and those long earrings hanging from her ears, she was looking extremely beautiful. “Are you ready? Its already four. We have to be there by 5pm, Shefali has already sent a car to drop us to the party spot” she said. “Yes, almost. Just 5 minutes. Come in,” said I. “You are looking very beautiful”, I remarked while putting the perfume on my coat. “Let’s go.”
We reached the party spot. On the way, I kept admiring her looks and she everytime blushed. There in the party, we met many old friends. We chatted a lot, exchanged information about each other and had a lot of fun recalling those old memories of college life. We all had a great reunion exactly as expected. While returning back to the hotel, I asked Ishita, “What is your plans for tomorrow morning, because all the events are in the evening”. “Just nothing other than sleeping”, replied with a loud smile. I said, “Then we must go for an outing tomorrow, visit some of the famous places and do some shopping. ” “Yes, that’s a good idea. I will go. It’s of more worth to go for shopping than to just sleep and waste the time,” she replied. “Ok, catch you tomorrow at 9am. Be ready.” She ridiculed, “I will be ready , you be ready on time Mr. Late Riser.”
Next day, we spent a considerable amount of time together. We visited some of the best places of Bangalore, we shopped together and had lunch together. Our friendship reached the next level. Yes, I will call it friendship only, I was not going to repeat my mistake again. In the evening, we again went to the party together. Two days of my Bangalore stay had already passed, and two more days were left. Next day, was the big day. Our friend’s marriage was to take place that day so we were to be present there from the morning itself. All came there putting on the best garments and specially the ladies had put on some extra make-up, but Ishita as usual had just used a black eye-liner and a pair of earrings to decorate her, still she was looking more beautiful than others.
The auspicious moment of the marriage was 6:15 pm. It took placed as was scheduled. We all friends had great fun, had a delicious dinner and returned hotel. I fell asleep soon that day. Next day, I wake up quite early than usual days and was having a strange feeling, may be that day night itself I was to return to Delhi and from the next day onwards the same monotonous life was to begin. Thinking all of these I may have been feeling down. I took my regular bath and dressed up for the ‘Vidaai’ (parting ceremony) considered a very emotional moment for the bride and I must be present there beside Shefali to morally support her. In the meantime, Ishita too came to call me to accompany her.
We reached there. Don’t know why but the charm on Ishita’s face was missing that day. I thought it may be because of Shefali’s parting ceremony. Both of them used to be very good college friends. One more reason could be it was the last day of our stay. Returning from there, we went to our respective rooms and started packing our bags . It had been a memorable trip so far.
Suddenly, someone knocked the door. I opened it. It was Ishita. She straightway walked inside my room without speaking a single word and said in trembling voice, “I want to say something.” I said, “Yes,tell”. She said, “I love you”, and just burst out crying, then she said, “Do you remember once you proposed me in college, then also I loved you, but just feared the fact whether my parents would allow love marriage or not. You know, we Bengalis are very conservative and don’t like the idea of getting married outside the caste. And you are a Punjabi lad. That’s the only reason I started avoiding you, but soon after my college life ended, I very soon realised that I cannot get a better person than you. None, I am an independent girl living in Delhi and my parents living in Kolkata. Now, I fear none. I tried to contact you all these days, but was not sure if you still loved me. But, in the last few days I felt that your love has not reduced even by an inch. Today, I couldn’t control , so confessing today. What’s your reply?”. For few minutes, I could not believe what was taking place and thereby was completely speechless. A girl whom I loved was proposing me. No guy in the three worlds would say “No”. My answer was very obvious, I said, “Yes, I still love you” and hugged her tightly.