MILES AWAY

VI- Limerence

VI- Limerence

Limerence

(ˈlɪmɪrəns)

NOUN

The desire to have one's feelings reciprocated 

The sunset is doubtlessly one of the most beautiful and gorgeous things seen by the livings, symbolizing the mysteries of life and all that is beautiful. The sultry glow, the warmth, the way the brilliantly red and orange merge in the sky to create such a heavenly masterpiece, is truly spectacular.

Sunset's beauty often reflects the completion of a day, accompanied by the arrival of a much-needed break from the daily mess.

Manan also found this time oddly companionable, the timelessness of the moment and the way the sun sets seemed to him as if all the sluggishness of the day had set along with the sun.

But the night prior had been filled with infinite questions and unfortunately no answers.

Uneasiness settled in him the whole day at office. Millions of thoughts running through his head.

Maybe she doesn't like the idea of love

Possible.

Manan repeatedly tried to convince himself, tried to make himself understand that perhaps he should have taken it slow. Expecting Manya to get attached to him in just a span of two days is out of the question.

Walking along the park at the end of the day, Manan seemed to be as low as he was the whole day, all anxious and disturbed.

His mind didn't seem to move anywhere from Manya. Manan's favourite part of the day didn't seem to be as pleasurable as it was a few days back.

"What's wrong?" questioned Anil, his office mate.

As expected, his mood and behaviour had caught the eyes of many, but none other than Anil was close enough to ask the question in person.

Manan looked the other way. Eyes over to the distant mountains which looked to be the haven for the sun, hiding it from the darkness which would soon reign.

But Manan's head couldn't seem to hide from anything that was bad. Every thought, every action of his, portrayed melancholy.

He tried to close his eyes to all of Anil's questions. But he knew he was not capable enough to hold it all in.

"I met a girl" Here, he told him.

Anything regarding Manya seemed to make him unconsciously weak.

Little by little, he told him everything. Starting from the first night, every second, every moment was vivid in his mind.

"She is utterly unlike, despite being a girl of this time"

Lost in her thoughts, he didn't even realize when the blissful colours of the sky had faded into a dark and cloudless night.

Time goes really fast when you are absorbed by someone, and thinking about that someone. And that is what happened to Manan.

But he did not know what he'd do this night, how he would spend this night.

Walking back home, he thought how their conversation would be today, would it be like those previous days?

For him, it would surely be difficult.

He realized letting Manya know about his fake 'crush' was not a good idea. The chances which he might have had, definitely got ruined.

But he was satisfied with the idea of being friends with her. He was afraid of the fact that if he opened up too much in front of her, he might lose their friendship and never in a million years, he wanted that.

Moreover, her replies from yesterday were suspicious to Manan.

Late and short.

He was wary if she had lost interest in him. He knew he wasn't interesting or jolly of that sort, but he knew he was real and genuine. He questioned himself if it looked like as if he was disturbing her, and if he was, he would make sure to keep a distance from her.

But neglecting and ignoring him like this? Manan did not expect this from Manya. At least, she could have told where he was wrong, where did he make the mistake. But she had told none. She had just left.

Manan was soft-hearted but he was not a fool to overlook what Manya's actions were gesturing.

His pride was hurt.

The girl, on which he had drained all of his energy, by thinking about her and only her in these past few days, had done this to him.

The agitation, the discomposure, everything he had suffered through didn't seem to be worth it.

But he couldn't deny the butterflies he had gotten, but all of that had been overshadowed by the continual ache in his heart.

Is she angry?

He scoffed at his mind. Why would she be angry?

So why wasn't she answering properly?

Maybe she was busy. Questions had crowded his mind and sadly, he had no clue.

But his mind had somehow wandered and stuck to the same question that he tried to avoid up until then—

Is it over?

School for Manya was no less than hell, and for most students, it is the same. But for Manya, her disheartened state had overpowered her dislike for school.

These few nights had been an emotional roller coaster for Manya, and she, was mentally exhausted.

She knew she acted differently the night before, her texts were impassive and cold. And Manan was not the one to be blamed, for he was guileless. It was Manya who was at fault.

Her instability had landed them both into this whirlpool of delusion.

In their attempt to find each other, they had somewhere had lost themselves, lost the control of themselves.

Two days into this magical feeling—love and I'm already heartbroken.

Negative thoughts had occupied her mind and the repercussions of it had wounded Manan.

Manya had always hated congestion and school was the prime site of it. She wanted to be anywhere but here.

However, she had no choice.

Entering into the school, she was met with familiar faces, some smiling at her, and some scowling maliciously.

The society stands on judgement and its first lesson starts from school. Violence and enmity are the basis of school nowadays. Gone are the days when friends were considered to be the brothers from another mother.

Manya maneuvered through the corridors and into her class, where waited for her, the Satan himself. Keeping her bag on the desk, she took her seat and instantly, her eyes met the hazel ones—a perfect blend of beauty and venom.

Appearance can be deceiving—Dan was the perfect example. Sat on his face, a deep set of bright hazel orbs, a slightly upturned nose, a clean-shaven face and thin and somewhat pale lips.

For any other person Dan appeared to be the prince any girl would wish for, but only Manya knew what rested behind that façade.

Such a contrast.

Totally different from her Manan.

Her Manan?

She realized that her heart was immune to her consolations. She was trapped and there was no way out.

Manya got out of her reverie with a snap of fingers.

She found that she had unknowingly gawked at him for a whole minute.

"Dreaming about me I hope" chuckled Dan.

Manya had been the victim of him since the day she had joined this school, he had practically been glued to her side. But this day was different. Pent up frustration and anger were itching to appear.

Manya was unaware of the mistake she was going to commit.

One moment she was here and the other moment she was dragging Dan up the stairs and into the washroom.

Confused looks and stares were following them, but Manya paid no heed. Hell, even Dan was puzzled.

Maybe it was the vexation, the jealousy, her wish of forgetting Manan, everything piled up at once and at one point she failed to keep it all in. And in a flash—

She slammed her lips on his.