Never gonna leave you Part 1
          Never gonna leave you
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arjunsingh
arjunsingh Amalgamation of different realities...
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What happens when two broken, bitter people meet each other...Tried my hand at something different...not my genre..it's a simple love story of two people with complex feelings and their extreme reactions...this is part 1

Never gonna leave you Part 1

After living out of my hometown for years I was back..owing to the pandemic we are facing...everything changed so much my study table is now being used for ironing....curtains were changed...

the cupboards were empty and when I used to live we didn't had any neighbours....but now we do.. and that's why my windows were closed for years now atleast it seems so...

I always liked to keep my windows open the breeze the light and the freshness it brings gives another charm in the room...

but now when I opened the window it was all dusty but now I could see another window in an arm's length of the newly built home...my view of trees was no more there....

still I kept my windows open and started cleaning it all...now I have to be here for a long time...I always loved this place...

After cleaning it all and arranging my stuff...it was all set...I went for a shower...feeling much relaxed...

setting up a place is now a usual thing to me because I am doing it very frequently for quite sometime...by now everybody in my society would be in deep sleep... it must be around 2:00 am..

Inner dialogue::I should write my journal and get some sleep...its so much work to do now...the breeze is getting cooler and in this summer there can be nothing better than that...

let's make a place to sit on the window...I just need to put some cushions on the slab of window and it's good to go.. as I sat on the window.....I felt some movement near me...

like somebody is moving...I looked up and saw through the window....there was a man in the newly built house....he kept his window open so it was not very difficult to see his room...

there were posters of rock bands and some equipments to exercise...a boxing punching bag...and plain white walls...and ofcourse no curtains....he was working out at this odd hour...

he was profusely sweating...yet punching the bag with same force....anyone who would have looked at him could easily guess his movements were full of rancour....and was surely dealing with some issues....

I sat there to write something but I couldn't move my eyes from him...firstly it was a different view for me...and secondly at those hours of night there was nothing more interesting to see:)p

After he was done he turned around and pulled up his t shirt which by now was dripping with his sweat...

and I don't know how he just looked up right across the window and now he was looking at me...

I was embarassed and might have turned as red as a Tomato and the darkness of night would not have helped me much...he just smirked looking at me...

nothing could get more uncomfortable for me I just wanted to disappear then and there...

and in the hurry to move I placed my foot down from the slab in a wrong way and just fell on the floor on my back...wow this might have worked as cherry on the cake!!

Oh dear god!! am I the only one who is so messy....I hope he didn't see me fall....I can't even get up and look...what if he is still looking here....so I just crawled towards my bed...

and sat in a corner of the bed...and would have slept in no time....

Next morning when I woke up...I ran and closed my curtains....and took a deep breath...

Started my daily chores...and by now I was quite busy in my things that I forgot whatever happened last night...by lunchtime my mother called me...

listen take this lunch to our neighbours they are out of their LPG....what!! No way..

(in that house I am not going at any cost as if I haven't embarassed myself enough) and since when you had started this philanthropy work mom I exclaimed...

listen that lady came this morning asking for an extra cylinder and they are just two people in that house...she is a widow..and in this time we should help them... will you now go or not...

your father will arrange the cylinder by tomorrow....I am not going anywhere( still trying my luck)....why don't you go yourself...I said...because there are so many stairs and you know I can't climb them...

now will you go or not...my mother's voice was getting louder...and now I have to give up before she throws me out of the house to do as she says...

so I took the casserole and moved towards their gate..I ranged the bell and prayed oh! dear god...please send the lady this time he granted my wish...the lady opened the door and smiled...

I said I live next door.. my mother have sent lunch for you...she smiled and said that's really nice of your mother...I am really thankful can you please pay my regards...

sure aunty I replied...and you must be their daughter...what's your name dear..."naina" I replied...

So naina can you please put the food in the kitchen as I was cleaning my hands are dirty..

INTERNAL MONOLOGUE:Naina : ( why you are making me do it I don't want to see that man I am embarassed enough)

Naina can you do that please...

Yaa sure aunty I replied and followed as she showed me the way to kitchen...she asked me to put the food in serving pot and left from there...as I was looking for the pot..

I turned back and hit something really hard and someone pushed me away, I lost my balance and fell on my back again.....yes it was him...the same guy...and I was on floor again...

he smirked again...

INTERNAL MONOLOGUE: Naina:( I hate him...how mean,arrogant and rude he is...if right now...I had a gun...I would have shot him point blank..only if I knew how to shoot...what a jerk he is..

and what is his problem with clothes)...

I got up on my own...and got out of the kitchen as fast as I could...aunty asked me did you find the pot...

No I am not wearing my glasses so I can't see properly.. I fumed....and left speedily...

She looked puzzled...and then looked at her son she said...dear why don't you wear shirts...it's not your foreign land it's a small town and it does matter to people here...

He replied don't worry she is not wearing her glasses...can't see properly and smirked again...I looked back right into his eyes and we exchanged curses silently!!

If there was a scale of anger from 1 to 10 then I was at my possible 10...

I came back to my home fuming...and slammed the door as soon as I entered my room....oh! what a relief it is to be at my home again...every second there was so uncomfortable....

I went for a cold shower and started my studies again...I opened the curtains in evening for some fresh air and peeked through the window he was not in his room...it was a sigh of relief...

and sat for my meditation...it was much needed for my sanity now...

I was feeling much lighter now...I put some high beat songs in my phone plugged in the headphones...and swayed my way...I dance like crazy people...sometimes to feel better...

sometimes because I am feeling better...:)

It was dinner time...I came to my mother and helped her to set the table...just then she informed me that the neighbours are coming for dinner...

I am trying really hard to stay away from that rude,arrogant man and the universe is conspiring to get him murdered through me....I asked my mother to let me have my dinner in my room...

she declined right away...

The bell rang my mom asked me to recieve the guests....really since when I am receiving the guests...you know mom...

whenever my mom wants me to do something she would touch her forehead and say I am having a headache...do as I say...that's normal in every indian household I guess...

So we all set on the dining table for dinner...there was complete silence..

INNER MONOLOGUE: Naina:( finally this man was wearing shirt...yet he didn't close his top three buttons....what does he think of himself)

To break the silence aunty started some conversation and said he is my son...shiv...although his name is Siddharth but at home we call him shiv...

At our home we name our kids as per their characteristics...I was sitting beside my father...I blabbered than you should have named him Nandi the bull...on which lord shiva travelled...

and everybody except him laughed..then aunty started bragging about him...like he was 28 yrs and have achieved so much...

and he has an elder brother who lives in some other country with his family...and then it was like exchange of information..

my parents were telling how I am 25 and how many flags I have posted..i took the oportunity and said so you are 30yrs old may be that's why you have problem with clothes and everything else..

early men were not used to all these things!!:))....this time he was boiling with anger...I didn't want to say any of this...but he pushed me on floor and was rude to me...

so this was my revenge:))after we were done...my father sat on couch to watch TV...our mothers sat in living room for chit chat...

and we were also there in the living room when he said he wants to use the washroom...I replied so you can go to your home it's not miles away:))..

my mom who otherwise would have said the same thing:)) felt embarassed and stared at me...and asked me to show him the way...

I showed him the way...and went to kitchen to clean the plates...he came there and his eyes were burning red with anger...he came closer and said...listen you..goodie good...

I know you are not what you are showing to the world...you are no angel...you look ugly....I saw you dancing today and you suck at everything...

you don't look good and you don't have any brains....I know girls like you...pathetic! Always Seeking for attention..and he left...

INNER MONOLOGUE: Naina:I was so flabbergasted by the way of his talking...I was almost in tears...nobody in my life ever talked to me like that...and who was he to talk to me like that...

but above all why couldn't I say anything to him...when he was talking all gibberish....I was so hurt by all of this...but I have decided to not get back on him...and leave him on karma...

Thats what I generally do when I feel that the other person is not even worth of my single word....

I focused on my life...and made sure my curtains were always closed no matter what...sometimes my mom used to come in my room and open the curtains saying it's stifling inside...

and at those times I saw him sometimes...one day my childhood friend priya came over my place and I told her everything.... She said you have judged him from the very start not every guy is like Rohan...naina...my heart sank hearing this name...

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