CHAPTER 6

 

Dear Aadi,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAVE A LONG LIFE…

First of all, I would like to wish you a very very happy birthday. I Sapna Khokhar, today, want to express myself. I have met a lot of guys in my life till now but you are so unique, amiable, very caring, loving, funny, emotional and friendly. All of your qualities literally have touched the core of my heart and when I became your friend, I am so happy till now. And the reason behind my smile is only you. You were the person who supported me, cared for me, looked after me and always stood beside me when I broke up with Rupesh. You turned my tears into happiness. You made me smile. I don’t cry for him no more but I cry for you. I wish the wheel of the time got stuck and I got lost with you somewhere, where there is no one who knows us. I don’t want to part from you. I really wish this could just happen. Few weeks later, we all will be somewhere else, far from each other and I am gonna die missing you like hell. Will you miss me too? I will empathy myself saying you would be missing me too. But I can’t be friends with any other guy because no one else can take the place you hold in my heart. I don’t want to replace you with anybody.

This is all I wanted to say. I couldn’t tell you personally so I chose to write it to you.

One more thing, I am not coming in farewell, please do not force me.

I like you, I will miss you.

Yours,

Sapna.

She had given me this letter a few days back and told me that she couldn’t give it to me on my birthday for her own reasons, so she landed it in Sam’s hand to deliver it to me then. Even I didn’t know that she could like me to this extent, and the reason she chose to be an only friend to me was because she would never wish to lose a friend like me or maybe she doesn’t want to be the third wheel between me and Harshita. I was the only precious stone in her pocket.

 

16^th February, 2015

            Though I just dreamt to hang behind Sam on his KTM and rode away to the party, all I could do was to deny his precious proposal as Harshit and Shivani already had a plan with me to arrive at the party all along and together.

Well, it happens with me every time and I had the habit of getting over that soon, may be it wouldn’t be enough fun with Sam at all and maybe I might be high as fuck with Harshit and Shivani.

This defense mechanism always work for me to abstain from being in a mental conflict, I was dead from inside though I did not want to make up a face and to ruin my party for which I had waited for long enough during my practical exams and throughout the whole year.

My brother dropped us at the party and we three stepped out of the car like we were all set to walk on the red carpet and set the function on fire. Shivani used to get proposals every second day from a new guy but for me and Harshit, we were a shame on being a boy, no other girl laid their eyes on us throughout the year except a few girls from our own batch. But that day we were looking bitchin’ and I loved that feeling being in spot light and the girls around me had totally shattered in front of us, the feeling of having crucial killing look made me bloom and my confidence was indulge. We were literally putting an apocalypse on the people who had surrounded us from a distance, chit chatting about us, and their facial expressions could tell all their talks which were processing inside their head continuously. I had hit the jackpot, maybe a little one, or maybe a heavy one. The term Jackpot was very normal among the teenagers like us defining the large amount of girls who throw proposals to random, good looking guys.

I was in black, Shivani was in royal blue and Harshit was wearing dark purple. I was a bit jealous of Harshit, he was looking way better than me as I had totally ruined my hairstyle setting my hair with hair wax and sticking them up and back and it was making me worried to lose those beautiful chicks with heavy breasts to Harshit.

The constant urge of mine was to meet Sam and Harshita as soon as that could be but they were still out of my vision field. My eyes were constantly searching for them and someone tapped my head from behind and bumped me in a rush. I became fierce as my hair was already in a bad condition and I didn’t wish to make it look more terrible, at least not anymore, not even a little bit so I turned back in no time to resist the action as it had already woke my reflex but my eyes lit up unexpectedly. Felt like my puberty had hit me on the spot and I could feel something hard inside my trouser.

Yeah, it was Harshita. I don’t know how she transformed my anger into smile in microseconds, or perhaps ‘cause she was looking more pretty, more charming, more engaging in her long-heavy white gown and her untied long black smooth hair with camellia hitting my smell sense very heavenly and her fragrance enhanced my mood even more.

I stepped forward to erase the distance between us and made a move to put my face near her ear, and whispered ‘Can we leave this party right here and go to some motel?’

‘You’re Pervert.’ She pushed me back and looked away with her gorgeous shy smile lifting her hair behind her ear which was wearing a long rounded earring that almost weighed so heavy on my heart that it could brutally kill me with its beauty.

I bent down on my knees, lifted my hand towards her to ask her for dance and that moment went frozen for few seconds. We looked in each other’s eyes and the urge for something waved inside me and hit the dopamine to a high level leaving it’s affect inside my trouser again. She gave me her hand and I stood up to move towards the DJ. She placed one of her hands on my shoulder and one on my chest and I hit the jackpot to hold her waist. Along the music, we floated together hoping for a bright lovable future together and her touch gave me more arousals.

It would be more fun and exciting to go to some motels rather than doing these moves, or at least the restroom would also work if she was not that bothered by it. May be I might be satisfied in a quicky even.

Where on the one corner, I and Harshit had already engaged the partly to a level and were able to hit the jackpot, the centre of attraction was still somewhere else. Shivani, wearing a royal blue saree with a narrow end pinned at the left shoulder which was filtering her beauty from every pore of it. The backless blouse was already short and deep neck with no sleeve, though not permitted to wear in the party, still she managed to do that. Even the light makeup with dark red lipstick spread charm all over her face, the toned body of her with a heavy mass of breast and hips made her the talk of the town. The curled front hair and rest straight made her look more gorgeous, and she nailed it with black polished nails. Boys from other faculties had already fallen for her and tried to persuade her for dance, but were rejected. What I liked about her was the brutal way of her rejections. I guess many must had already gone to restrooms to jerk their manhood inside the private combods latched behind the doors.

The party went over, and still I had no idea about Sam, I wondered if he had even come in the party or not. We all were ready to leave at the front gate of the school and someone rode his bike and stopped in front of me and I managed to shift my gaze from bike to the rider.

It was Sam. He removed his blue sheds from his eyes and returned me a gaze, a bit mad, though pretended to be cool, put the bike on side stand, turned his right leg lifting to the left side of the bike and putting the sheds back in the pocket of his sky blue blazer which was catching everyone’s vision with the diamond shaped brooch tucked on his left chest and a white rose finished his dressing in a gentle man way. With spike hair, he gave me a pain in my ass. He was the guy I would rate 11 out of 10. My eyes were stuck on him till he opened his little mouth to ask me for a ride way back to home. I took a deep breath and looked towards Harshit and Shivani, as a general rule I had gone to the party with them so I could not ditch them anyhow so I politely refused him saying I will manage it on my own, I ripped my heart with my own hands and didn’t resist the bleeding as it was already expressed on my face that something had fastened my heart to beat arrhythmically.

Even he did not ask me twice, put on his sheds back, started my dream bike and shot in the street like a bullet in the air without giving me a second look.

That bullet returned to the centre of my chest, made its way through hollowing into me.

And, it killed me.