With you Forever

CHAPTER:- 3

Aahan's Pov

I went inside my room, leaving that i***t Kamal behind. The blanket was spread over the bed. The pillows were scattered over the bed sheets. The sight was inviting me to get some sleep, but the tick tick sound of clock intervene this eternal love of mine with sleep. And as a hopeless lover, I glared to the villain of my love story - the wall clock. As soon as I got a glance of the clock, all my non-sense self talk ended.

"Damn! It's already 6:30 am. The interview is scheduled on 10:30am." I muttered under my breath and ran towards the cupboard.

Well the office was not far away from our residence. Just three kilometres distance was there. Then the problem was one had to take the main route to reach there and there were two traffic signal too. And the traffic in Bangalore was the path full of thrones and you have to cross the path bare foot too. Yeah, sometimes there were no traffic incharge in the signal, and every responsible citizens of India didn't leave any stone unturned to show their skills of over-taking. Well, whom I was blaming! I was one of them too.

But, yeah like everyone here was not bad. There were truly responsible people like Ritik too, who obey every single rule. And that was the reason he woke me up so early.

Breaking my thinking session, I quickly chose some shirts and went towards the mirror.

I put all the shirts infront of me and observe my reflection in mirror.

"Damn, each piece is looking so good on me! What should I wear?" I asked myself, because I had no other option.

Asking Kamal and Ritik would be a very bad idea. Instead of helping, they will taunt me for nagging like a girl.

"Hell on earth, who gave the copyright of dressing good only to girl? Neither did Sri Krishna narrated this as a basic rule in Geeta!" This was my excuse for taking so long to get ready.

Well, Don't misunderstand me to be a knowledgeable theist because I am clearly a simple human, who has committed sins after sins that I forgot to count on them.

I never had read a single scripture in my life time. Then no one among my friends had read them too. Ritik never glanced at anything except his study books, while Kamal read everything except which are good to read. So there was no chance for them to find my lie. Who will check the whole Bhagbat Geeta to find what Sri Krishna had said and whether I put it in correct sense or not!

Well, honestly that was a good way to earn any argument too. Instead of loving, People fear God. And the best way to misguide them into something was by using God's name.

I guess, even sometimes God would be frustrated to see his own creation fighting with each other for who know him better. He created everyone. So everyone must be special for him, right?

"Aahan!" I heard Kamal shouting from outside. Hurriedly I glanced towards the clock and gulped my saliva. Damn, is the time competing with Usain Bolt!

I ignored Kamal, who started banging the door. Such a jerk friend I have!

I threw all shirts on the bed and picked up the first one. It was light blue coloured full sleeve shirt. I wore it and matched a grey formal pant. The dress was formal, good enough to wear in an interview. I realised that I had wore this outfit for more than ten interviews and was rejected everywhere.

"Was something really wrong with my outfit?" I thought and searched for my phone. As I found it on my table, I opened chrome and searched for my horoscope.

"Yes, My favourite colour is blue!" I exclaimed.

Yeah, I believed in horoscopes. And this was a secret of mine that nobody knows. Come on, what will remain of my image of a man, if anyone will know this weak side of mine!

Well, no body is perfect and I certainly was an epitome of imperfection.

Finally being confident enough, I released a breath a tossed my phone in my pocket and moved out.

"Aah..." Kamal's words died in his mouth only, as I opened the door at an instant and smacked his face.

He groaned, while I went towards the dining hall.

Ritik had already arranged the breakfast there. I joined him. Kamal stood there caressing his face for good two minute.

"How will you answer to the girls for destroying this handsome face, that they die daily to watch for?" Kamal said, coming towards the dining table.

"Are you sure? They die to watch this face, and they don't die after watching this face?" I asked, making an innocent face, while Ritik chuckled.

Kamal went to punch me. "You..." He stopped and examined me for a second and then replied, "I wish... I were a girl!" He ran his hand seductively on me, while whistling at random.

"Why so?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"So, that I could date you Mr." Kamal replied with a wink.

"Do one thing, put an end to your imagination. I'm getting late, don't you know?" I said with a tight lipped smile.

Ritik pulled Kamal to have breakfast. He sat beside Ritik throwing teasing looks towards my direction. While I scowled in turn, but didn't argue more as I was getting late. All three of us had our breakfast together quickly.

Ritik gave me some last minute advices for the interview and to respond the way he responded them. At that time, his phone rang and he moved to side to recieve the call, as it was from office.

"So, all ready?" Kamal asked, while chewing the bubble gum. I just hummed and waited for Ritik to arrive, so that they would go together. Kamal sensed my nervousness and didn't ask anything more. He pulled out his phone to do something, at the same time, Ritik came with a tensed face and he immediately pressed the power button, as if hiding something. I was too busy to ask him about this.

"What's wrong, Ritik?" I asked.

"Nothing, there was an important meeting in office. I have to reach early. Let's go. I will drop you fast." He replied in a haste, searching for his belongings.

"Arey. Stop. If you will go in this range, and drive in this speed, then God won't take much time to fix a personal appointment with both of you." Kamal joked.

"Shut up, Kamal." I shouted. The mere thought of death scared me. I had seen my parents dying, I can't afford to lose any of my near ones anymore. Kamal saw fear in my eyes and immediately regretted for uttering those words. But apologise was never in our rule book, so he just stayed silent, when I said, "Ritik! You go to office. I will go by cab."

"No. You will be late, Aahan. You take my bike. I will see any public transport." Ritik replied.

"If you guys are forgetting, then you have a friend here, who has nothing to do. And he has a car too, all thanks to his rich father. So can he help?" Kamal asked sarcastically.

"You i***t. Don't find ways to avoid work. Go and help Uncle. He is not turning younger to take care of this much work." I scolded Kamal.

"He will say that he is not old enough to rest. You are saying that he is not young enough to work. So what should I do? Clarify your wants, hypocrite people!" Kamal again replied in a comic manner. "Now come on, for now I have clarity over my thoughts. I only have one goal in my life. To take my friend to his destination." Kamal replied, keeping his hand around my shoulder.

"Oh, Yeah. Please..." My words were cut by Ritik.

"Aahan, I think Kamal is right. Time is already passing and you know how traffic is! It won't be a good impression of you will reach late. You go with him."

I nodded, hearing Ritik and bid him a good bye.

I checked my files for one last time and arranged everything in my bag. When I came out Kamal was there in his car. He was talking loudly with someone, or more precisely scolding him. As soon as he saw me, his face changed colours. He immediately cut the call.

"With whom are you talking?" I asked in suspicion and made myself comfortable in the driving seat.

"No one." He replied, as both of us tied the seat belt around ourself.

"Kamal!" I called him in an warning tone and he knew that I had discovered his lie. "You are trying to set the interviewer right?" He didn't reply anything and his silence confirmed my doubt. "How many times had I ask you not to use these ways? Tell me. What do you think I am incapable of getting a job?" I asked in disbelief.

"No. Aahan..." He stuttered.

"No, right? Then why? Why did you have to do something like this? Tell me whom did you bribe this time?" I asked in frustration. I hated when someone use privilege of money. And here I will get a job due to privilege of being Kamal Kashyap's friend. No, that would be an insult to our friendship.

"No, one." Kamal replied, holding the steering tightly.

"Don't lie. Guess what, I won't attend this interview only." I crossed my hand showing my stubbornness.

"I swear on our friendship, Aahan. Yes, I have tried to bribe the interviewer, but I couldn't." He replied. I sensed honesty in his voice. He never lied on our friendship's swear.

"Really?" I again asked for confirmation.

"Yeah, that girl rejected my offer on my face." He replied in frustration.

"What?" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe that someone had the guts to say no in Kamal Kashyap's face.

"Yeah, and on top of that she said that I have no standard to make a deal with her. Guts of that girl!" Kamal said. Frustration was clearly visible in his voice.

"Haha." I laughed loudly. "Seriously so that girl managed to spoil Kamal Kashyap's mood. Great, I need to meet her." I again laughed, much to Kamal's annoyance.

"You are anyway going to meet her at the interview only." Kamal huffed.

"Yeah. Let's Go. I am getting late." I teased him and finally he started the car.

The engine started and we travelled towards our destination.

The roads of Bangalore were not unfamiliar to me anymore. It had been a couple of years till me and Ritik came here. After our graduation Ritik had got the job in Bangalore, while Kamal's father was planning to expand his business. And Kamal suggested Bangalore to stay with his friends, that was us. While I had no other options, so I tagged along with both my friends.

Still I missed Mumbai. The sound of tide and untimely rain had their own speciality, comfort and warmth that the cold weather in Bangalore failed to provide.

Nevertheless we had adjusted to live here with every hurdles.

I looked at outside. Kamal was unusually silent. Maybe the effect of that girl still hadn't leave his mind. I chucked in my mind.

Suddenly my mind occupied with the thoughts about that unknown girl.

Is she true?

Do such girl really exists, who value honesty over money?

Maybe, Yes. Maybe some of them hasn't loose the human inside them.

I was happy that finally someone showed my friend the right path. He deserved this.

I was really eager to meet that girl, who had the courage to mess up Kamal's mind.

Her courage really deserved admiration and appreciation.

I was so lost in my thoughts. Suddenly the car halted and I jerked forward.

"Damn, Drive carefully." I shouted.

"Oh, hello! Mr. Day dreamer! Comeback to earth. We reached." Kamal replied smacking my head.

And suddenly my heart beat rose. No, there was no entry of heroine like daily soaps. But it was the side effect of nervousness.

Damn, how am I going to handle myself in front of the interviewers!

To be continued...