A Love Story- Anticipation

Chapter 2

“Oww I am sorry to miss picking you up! I should have come. Damn the meeting Grrrrrrrrr”, Soumya wailed down the phone.

Aryan laughed into the phone, “That's okay. We are meeting tomorrow anyways.”

“ I am sorry sweets, no go. The goddamn project! I can meet you on day after”

“ Hey thats okay. I understand. Work rules us.” he replied. Deflated and a bit sad.

“ Oww how sweet. I will hug you for that”

He laughs, “Waiting for that”

“Okay then, bye.”

“Bye”

Akshay and Sunita were happy to see him happy when he called her up. However, now they were concerned. Aryan was too involved too fast. They had seen him suffer and didn't want it to repeat. They decided to meet her and check her out. They could do nothing but wait.

Aryan was too restless to sleep but too tired to do anything else. He expected Soumya to call. He was waiting for it.

Soumya was feeling frustrated. Aryan was here, finally here. However, she cant meet him. After 15 years she will see her first love. The guy who made her dream made her hope. She was so desperate to meet him. She will call him once this damn report was over.

'Aryan.. just hold on sweets! Few more minutes and I will be free to call you.'

Soumya sighed when she saw her boss come towards her and not with a happy smile. He said,”I want you to change this report in all the red marked points.I have made the necessary remarks include them. ”

“Can I do it home?”

“I am afraid not. You know it is too confidential.”

“Yes I know. Sigh!” , said Soumya and started to work.

It was 12 o' clock in the night when she was finished. She debated whether to call or not. However she was sure he would wait. They had this comfortable relationship that they could anticipate others move. In a way she couldn't ever anticipate anyone else in her past relationships. Guess thats coz she never really loved them. She tried hard but she couldn't love anyone else. Not completely.

She called. And she was relived that she did. Talking to Aryan gave her comfort that nothing else could. She was relaxed and comfortable the moment she heard his voice. That soothing voice that fired her dreams to the zenith. She was ready to sleep and go to the godforsaken meeting tomorrow.

Aryan was glad she called. He could hear the tiredness in her voice. He was glad that he would be the last thought in her mind when she slept. He so longed to meet her. He wished he could kiss her weriness away. He slept dreaming of her.

The next day, Soumya was happy. She felt as if she is in the heaven. The meeting ended early. And she can go to meet Aryan. Finally, all those years of waiting and dreaming is finally going to bear fruit. She couldn't wait to meet him.

She called him and told him to come. He was joyous. She could hear the happiness in his voice. The happiness she put there. How she had longed to do the same all her college life. How she had waited for a dribble of information about him. She had watched him marry that loser of the woman. She knew they weren't right together. She knew he was for her and her alone. She waited long and her love was true. God finally answered her prayers. Its just few more days and he would be in her arms. Arms that were aching for his touch. Just few more days. And few hours from now she will see him.

'Aryan here i come darling...............'

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A Love Story- Aryan's Journey To Mumbai

Chapter 1

The train was reaching the Nagpur station. On this sultry afternoon, people traveling in the train had only one solace, Communication. How much ever face to face conversation may go out of fashion, in a train travel, most asocial of a man starts having conversation. Aryan however, our hero, not the quietest person, is in no mood of conversation. He has that sweet countenance of guy in throes of love and who doesn't know what to do with it.

Aryan was being nostalgic. He was trying to remember Soumya that was, some 15 years ago when he was irritated by the puppy crush of a gal who was thin mousy and nerdy!! Being a butt of countless jokes, he avoided her like a plague. But years down the line, when he met her again, online, things changed.

During those lonesome nights, initially, when Prachi left, he hardly knew what to do with the time he had. Sleep was hard to come and every gesture reminded him of what he lost.. To run away from reality he had hit the online bandwagon of lifeless n lost souls. Every day was the same. The same stories only the faces change. Saga of hurt and betrayal and sorrow. However, he had struck gold. He met Soumya. Didn't know initially it was her. She didn't too.

He started liking coming online. A sensitive soul who sympathized with him, laughed and in general made him feel hopeful for the first time since Prachi left. And now he is no longer angry with Prachi. Aryan realized that Prachi was right. They never would have been ever happy for long. They were just too different. Like water and oil. He had been holding on to a dream. I guess it takes a perfect match to show what imperfection is...

Aryan was suddenly apprehensive. Here he was with is 7 years old daughter, which Prachi accepted to let go. Would Soumya understand his need to be with this child? Would she be as loving? Aryan was spinning dreams of how it would be..

'” Soumya, I love you”, Aryan said.

Soumya replied,” I know that idiot. I have waited so long for you. What took you so long to realize that I am yours?”.

“I have this child, she is important to me. Will you be able to love her?”

“You insult me ,Aryan. This child is yours. How can I not love her?”

Or sometimes he would think,

“I love you Soumya”

“I know. But I don't love you. We can only be friends.”

“Oh! Yes only friends. I am sorry Soumya”

“Don't be. I am flattered that you love me. But I am not the same gal from your college. I have changed so have you. I love someone else now”

“ Is there someway I can make you love me?”

“What about your kid? Am I supposed to live with the symbol of you ex-wife all my life???”

“Yes. You are right. There is no way. Can we be still friends?”

“I don't think so Aryan”

“Oh! So it is a good bye then”

“I am afraid yes”

A whistle boomed and woke Aryan up. Pinky was shaking him, “Daddy Daddy.....Are we in Mumbai??”

“Sweetheart not yet. We have a long way to travel”

“How much time daddy?”

“Ten hours to go”

At the age of seven, Pinky was a curious girl with lots of question. Aryan was proud of her. If anything went right in his world it was Pinky. Aryan wondered if she will like Soumya.

“ Daddy will we go to essel world?”, Pinky asked.

“ Any thing for you baby”.

“Daddy who is Sunita aunty??”

“She is wife of Akshay Uncle. You remember he had come for Diwali??”

“ Oh yes. Do they have kids?”

“Yes they do. But they are older”

“Okay”

And then Pinky slept off in his arms. He started dreaming again. This time about the past. Prachi when he first saw her. The very first smile, shy and hesitating. The first time she talked to him. And the last. How much difference. He wondered, not the first time if he could have done something to change it. But it was the first time there was no pain and he was sure what happened happened for the best.

He tried to remember something about Soumya from the past. Strangely he couldn't. All he could is dream about the future. The train finally reached Mumbai. Aryan picked his sleepy child and luggage and thought Soumya here I come.....

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A love Story-My very first in writing

This story is a dedication to a special friend who came close to me in recent time. I have used a different aproach. Its set in future and still is timeless like all love stories. Also, it is narrated by an old woman. Please be patient with her. She is trying hard to control her rambling.


Prologue

I got down at Karjat station. Hustling and bustling, the station was far cry from what it was in 2005 when Soumya left the college, Konkan gyanpeeth college of engg, fondly called as King George college of engg by the students. I wonder how it was when Soumya first met Aryan. Its hard to imagine that they were friends all through their college life, never felt any attraction and eventually met down the road of life to fall in love. Destiny. It has a different style of operation. Let me stop my rambling and start narrating as in what I was doing in Karjat station on such a wonderful day.


It was an clear sparkling day, not a single bird in the sky. Only little cotton bobs of clouds floating around the wind. The climate was mild, rain had fallen in the night, giving clean and fresh look to the surroundings. As Soumya says, if you want to see paradise on earth you need to visit Karjat in rains. It seems an exaggeration until you really visit it. As I get out of the station I see the car is waiting for me. Dayaram is standing with a large grin on his face, I am his favorite guest. Being with the Bhatalkar family for long I am on good terms with their help.


As we pass through the countryside, the nature's tapestry thats on display affects me even today in the same way as the first time. It seems like I have walked into a different time zone altogether. The lady walking with a haystack on her head, cows lolling on the mud road, everything so charming so old worldly. Now don't get me wrong the place I am taking you all isn't as rustic but nevertheless it has all the charm of this place.


There now, on the hillock I see the estate. Hidden behind the trees is the pearl of the place, the rambling farmhouse of Bhatalkar. It isn't the costliest of all but according to me its the most charming of all. And me being an old woman of 75 should allowed my idiosyncrasies. Ah now I come to the most important of all fact, as in why I actually am in Karjat. Not in Karjat perse, but a small village of Wolha , some 100km away from the station. Ah see I again forgot to tell you guys why we are here! Forgive this old lady. Without much ado I tell you now, I am here to attend 50th wedding anniversary of Mr and Mrs. Bhatalkar!! My loving friend Soumya and Aryan her husband.


And this story is all about their love. Now don't ask me how I know this story. On a warm sunny day like this, the nights get too cold. Especially in rainy season and when you are surrounded by hills you are sure to feel cold. Not to mention the old age.Soumya has asked me to not reveal her age. But then at this old age she is entitled to few eccentricities. I did tell her though that an intelligent reader can still judge her age. Ah the funny soul says, why don't you keep that as an contest like those soap operas?? I wonder if I will ever complete it if i narrate in this pace. Probably this will go on and on like those soap operas.

Back to the story, the cold makes us sit by the fireplace, authentic wooden fireplace, beautiful if i can say so, nothing in this house can ever be described as anything but beautiful. Ah continuing with the story, couple of pegs of champagne makes the tongues loose and the words rolls out faster and this wonderful saga unfolds. This story is for all those loners who have lost love. Ah I can see you losing patience with me! Let me tell the story in their own words. I know you want to know whose tongue wagged? Well that would be my little secret.

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