Our Story

Chapter 14

After saying 'goodbye' to Scott, I went to my station to get busy with my only scheduled task of 'finding her'. I searched the whole subway.

Evidently, I knew finding her wouldn't be as easy as I let her go. So, I waited there for hours but to no avail. After wasting my hours there having no other choice, I stepped on my way back home scanning every street, every road from where I walked. I even peeped at some of the shops on my way, the only thing that I could do.

Walking less than half way back to my home, my gaze captured a girl in white wedding gown getting down from a car in front of the church. With a man in black suit helping her get out of the car. Then they both stepped towards the people waiting for them outside the front gate of the church.

I froze in my place when I saw this scene. My whole world came to a halt, stopping everything around me, even my breathing was stuck somewhere in my throat. But they didn't stop, as they were busy preparing themselves to get inside the church.

The shock that I got was because from her back, the girl in white gown was completely similar to 'her', same height, dark hair, blonde, same figure. That was a very strange circumstance for me which made me confused, 'if she is 'Her' then what am I supposed to do? Should I be happy to find her or be sad finding her like this in a wedding gown ?'

I blankly froze there with my eyes fixed on them and wasted some more minutes there waiting for at least one of them to turn back once. But they didn't turn and were still engaged in themselves.

After waiting a few more seconds my patience ended, encouraging myself I decided to clear my discombobulation on my own by taking some steps closer to them. Still only their backs were in my view.

Hiding my face I took some more steps towards them but before I could see their faces, they both stepped with arms in arms inside the church with other people. My foot unconsciously started following them through the church's front gate.

I knew that if he was Laut then definitely I was going to get chopped right on the site. Surprisingly, that day I didn't know from where I got that determination inside me, without caring about the consequences, even without caring about the people present there, I followed them to rest assured 'who she is?’ If I correctly say, I wanted to assure myself that, 'she isn't Her.' And I was going to do that at any condition, no matter how the people were gonna treat me.

While they gracefully walked across the garden to the church's entrance gates, I followed them. Every step taken by them to the entrance made my heart beat rose.

I already knew 'she' is going to get married soon and I already prepared myself for 'her' wedding yet that was discomforting my heart. That discomfortness forced me to pray and I unintentionally started praying, keeping my fingers crossed, "God please! Hear me for once. I hope she isn't 'The metro girl'."

In a moment they were inside the church. While the others walking with them sat on their seats, they both walked down the aisle and I stopped myself at the entrance without making myself noticeable to any of them.

From the entrance my eyes fell on the crucifix and I started praying to Jesus like an insane kid, with a hope that maybe He'll listen to me, "Please, Jesus! If she is 'Her', then please replace 'Her' with someone else. Please replace her." I was trying to remember any good deed I had done throughout my life through which I could make a deal with Him to fulfill my wish, again I was hoping for a miracle to happen.

While they both were slowly stepping towards the groom standing at the end of the aisle with a huge smile on his face. I unwillingly started to burn from inside, seeing that groom's happiness. That smile made me stressed and he unknowingly made that moment the most suffocating moment of mine. I was yet to assure myself that the girl in the wedding gown was ‘her’ or not, still I started to get jealous of the man whom I never met.

Fixing my gaze on her back and holding my breath I clenched my fist tightly, hoping my childish wish would be fulfilled and prayed again, "If 'she' is the bride. Please, replace 'her'. 'She' should not be there."

It wasn't a quiet place, people were chuckling and chattering as they both walked down the aisle. In that noise also I could clearly hear my heartbeat, it felt like my heart was beating in my head and was racing a marathon. I was wishing the distance between 'her' and the groom would never end. Obviously, it wasn't going to happen, soon they were standing together.

And she finally turned to face her relatives, sharing a smile. I saw her side face and felt like I could finally breathe. A sudden wide relaxed smile ran across my exhausted, tensed face. I took a long deep breath of relief and stepped inside the church to the last pew after knowing she wasn't 'Her'.

I stood there at the back without fearing because nobody knew me there and started to enjoy that unknown wedding. The atmosphere changed, I found everything beautiful as it was. That happiness, those lights, beautiful colourful flowers, that fragrance, everything at its best with a handsome stunning Groom, I smiled while experiencing everything.

But, when I started happily enjoying that blissful wedding, my inner soul, the only enemy to my peace, interrupted my happiness, "Perhaps today 'She' wasn't the bride. But one day she will be at her place or what if she already has been someone else’s bride." And I took those lines extremely seriously.

The smile on my face faded instantly. Once again my tricky mind tricked me and I couldn't stop myself fantasizing 'Her' in the place of that unknown bride. Even though I didn't want to imagine, my imaginative self replaced 'her' with the bride. And at that moment, my mind started showing ‘her’ near the Groom.

Once again my breath was snatched away, that atmosphere started suffocating me, I started to hate that monstrous Groom again.

The moment came when the man in the black suit (girl's father) gave away his daughter to the groom standing in front of them, transferring the ownership from him to her future husband. I felt as if someone just snatched something valuable from me which I badly needed, after realizing that now 'she' was going to belong to someone else. Tears in my eyes distorted the vision and I could only hear my pulse getting down.

I had no connection with the things that were happening there, but all what was happening there was ultimately hurting me. Those rituals, those promises they made, everything was increasing the restlessness inside me. For those few minutes I couldn't feel anything, but only the unstoppable pain that SHE IS NOW GONNA BELONG TO SOMEONE ELSE. I couldn't even bear to imagine her happily marrying to someone else without breaking down and a few tears started pouring down my eyes.

I tried to fight back those tears but at last they shared their kiss after completing the vows and I saw she was blushing. That thing acted just like the cherry on the cake. I felt as if someone had mercilessly hit my heart and inflicted an unbearable wound on it. What tortured my heart was that she would happily forget me and will love someone else, 'the only girl who loves me.'

The unbearable pain I felt took away all my delusions about 'her' and I couldn't stop myself from admitting that I was just hiding from the truth. And that moment I simply was not able to resist the truth, the truth that it wasn't just attraction but something beyond and I outspoken, " My life was enriched by your presence in it. It hurted me when you weren't around. I thought it's just an attraction but it isn't. I really love you." But then 'she' wasn't there to hear me. I was too late to realize that I lost not only the girl who loved me, but also the girl I loved, the one who was completing me.

Yes, I'm hesitant to accept it but I have to, I was one of those morons who understands the importance of people after losing them and 'I haven't changed yet '.

Even though I knew 'The Metro Girl' wasn't the bride in front of me, thinking that one day 'she' would be at that place, tears flooded from my eyes and I cried out loud without noticing that the people sitting in the last queue were staring back at me.

Failing to control myself I unconsciously whispered to myself, " She... 'She' can't do this to me. She'll never do this. 'She' loves me too." And I started repeating this to heal myself.

From one of those people, a man sitting on the last pew stood up, drowning my attention towards him, asking me , "What are you saying, Man? Who are you ?"

I glanced at him, wiped my cheeks but still couldn't control my tears and repeated my sentence looking at his confused face, "She loves me. 'She' can't do this to me."

Giving me a weird reaction he glanced around himself. Wiping my tears I also followed his gaze and glanced around. I saw some other people at the back were also staring at me as if I committed a serious offense.

I looked back at the man’s face and saw that he was still staring at me with a slightly opened mouth and he asked me again, raising his brow, "Who are you talking about ?"

I couldn't control myself from sobbing, unconsciously I replied to him, "That girl. 'She' can't marry someone else. 'She' loves me and I want to tell her, I love her too, but...I... now it's too late.' I said, wiping my eyes and glancing at the people in front of me.

When I said this, almost everyone present there started staring at me, turning their faces with strange reactions. Even that Groom and the Bride started staring at me which made me more uncomfortable.

Wiping my tears and immediately stealing my eyes from them, I turned around to get out of there because now I couldn't stand that pain, that marriage, those people and slowly took a few steps towards the entrance gates.

When I reached the entrance, someone patted my shoulder from behind. I turned around and saw the Groom standing just in front of me, giving me a furious reaction, which forced me to ask myself in my mind, "Why...is he staring at me ?"

"Hey, dude ! Do you need something ? " Before I could ask this question to him everything went blank.

In the end, all I remember about what happened in that tragically, distressed memorable wedding, was that the groom's fist forcefully came towards my face giving me a tremendous jolt and unfortunately unconsciousness caught hold of me. I fainted.

Hey ! It doesn't mean that I am feeble, I can stand like a solid rock even after having a hundred punches on my face. I fainted just because of some weakness consequent to those four days of hunger. I'm a strong man actually.