O’ Almighty come and take me away...
Take me away...miles away...miles away...
Away from the chaos... away from the light...
In to the world of dark... holding me tight...
I want him to hold me forever...hold me forever...
With her cute pink lips, hairs falling all over her shining face, she was biting the pen’s cap and busy writing something on her diary. Sitting in the middle of the park, Trisha was writing something, ODE TO HER LOVE. Every evening she used to go the colony park just to have a look at the Casanova of her dreams. The only sole reason behind that was she wanted to have a look at Nikhil. The stately, suave, pulchritudinous, fashionista, robust guy of the colony. He was more of a rich brat types. His father, the richest business man of the city never left his son without money. Nikhil was so lost in his richness that he never thought of his career. He bunked the college and used to spend all his dad’s money on his friends, clubing all night hard and all day sleeping. Rich brats are always popular among girls, and so was Nikhil! He was the best batsman of the colony club. This guy stole Trisha’s heart, years back when she was in class 12th and it has been five years now that she is following this guy like crazy. Just a single cute smile of Nikhil was enough to make her forget the world around her.
Nikhil, tall thin boy with big dark eyes covered with those framed black specs, the black denims and the white tracks. He was looking more breath taking today, Trisha lost her senses at. Nikhil today was not there to play but to have fun with his friends. Actually from the last few weeks he was busy with the cricket tournament of their city. The Arya Nagar colony club also participated in the tournament and Nikhil was the captain so obviously he was damn busy with it. The tournament went awesome in fact Nikhil was announced “THE MAN OF THE MATCH “. He got a brand new Karizma . Therefore, after the tournament when Nikhil came back to his MASTI BAND, Trisha was happy; she could gaze at her star again (blush).
19 April’
“With the passage of every second, I am falling for you more and more. I am afraid of closing my eyes, the moment I close them your image comes to me. Though you are miles and miles away from me, I can sense your presence somewhere around me.”
Hold me tight...Tough for you might...
Hold me to the horizon...Far from my zone...
I want to escape... to the free traipse...
I want to worship you...my soul loves yew...
Your hold might make me free...tranquil...hedonis
Trisha heavy heartedly wrote this lines on her diary, her soul partner and went back to do the household chaos. She studied at Anne Arts College, 3rd year (geo hons.). She enrolled her name in the morning shift so that she can come to her house at early hours and can do all the daily chaos and then in the evening she can make time for herself, her prince and of course the studies.
While washing the utensils she had only one thought in her mind today.
“I am following this guy from the last five years. I am crazy about him then why don’t I tell him. Maybe he will accept me and if not then...................”
Splash....... the glass fell from her hand and broke into pieces. A big fat lady came running all the way from the drawing room.
“You bitch...You broke this brand new glass I brought from the market yesterday. How careless you are? Don’t you have the little sense of how much money we are spending on you... still then you are always busy with your stupid mistakes? You won’t get either today’s dinner or tomorrow’s breakfast. You heard what I said........ Just don’t dare to touch the foods...!” the lady screamed at Trisha and went away.
Not a single tear dropped from her eyes today. She heard everything but it didn’t make her cry today because she was still imagining Nikhil in front of her in that Blue denims. That is the power of love.
That night Trisha decided to approach Nikhil the next day and she wrote a sweet lovely letter, kept inside her book, switched off the lights and went off to sleep without food.
TO BE CONTINUED............
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