His Secret

Chap 6 A Dream.

A pair of beautiful eyes shut down encompassing the memories of its sweet love.

The thick moist lashes guarding her against her unignorable nightmares which have troubled these beautiful eyes till now are now at rest.

A warm smile spreads, across her face as she sees the inner world, that lies beyond her eyelids. She is witnessing her inner feelings,

She feels the warmth of her husband beside her.

She remembers that incident even now.

The incident that bound her to him and him to her. Yes, Dr is right, I will keep Kaustubh alive within me.

Repeating this thought in her mind, Divya falls into a deep slumber.

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Divya's POV ( In her dream)

It's the last day of my exams and the last day of my college today. I am walking with Vishala and Jyoti down the aisle holding my books against my chest and with a bag full of slam books ready to be filled by my info.

"Okay gals there comes my exam hall, bye-bye and all the best for the exam." Says Vishala waving her hand towards me as she enters her exam room.

Me and Jyoti smile at her returning her all the best wishes.

Jyoti and I are gonna be having the same test so we walk down the pathway together.

Jyoti is my best friend.

She knows that I like a guy, who happens to be my senior, my neighbour, and my childhood friend. I want him to be my future too. Jyoti nudges her elbow in me catching my attention. I shift my gaze from this very interesting floor to her face, only to find her eyeing me to look ahead.

I look in the direction of her stare only to be heartbroken the next movement. Kaustubh stands there talking to Shaila who is leaning against the locker. Shaila is my neighbour too, unfortunately, and she is a year older than me, right from our childhood days, she used to always become the third wheel between me and Kaustubh.

I hate her!

I glare at her, my eyes filled with disgust for her and I freeze on the spot. Shaila is wearing her extremely mini skirt with that slutty deep neck top of hers, she is quite caked up but that does not change the fact that she is ugly.

Her fake green eyes with fake lashes fluttering in the worst way possible making me want to throw up.

She is playing with her wig, yes! I know it's a wig and even if it isn't I will still treat it as a wig!! Anyway, her fuzzy hair is in no comparison with my thick braid reaching my hips. She looks at Kaustubh, smiling trying to lean against him, no b***h you look good leaning on the locker, don't bend!

Although I repeat this in my mind she doesn't change her attitude, only if I can talk to her in the face.

And the worst part of all this scene is that Kaustubh is not rejecting her, he has placed one hand on one of the locker doors which looks like he is caressing her waist!!

Though his long face has not changed he looks like someone who wants to keep her engaged in his conversation.

The furrow between my brows deepen at this thought, I walk away from them, straight to the ladies restroom. Jyoti hurriedly follows me only to meet my tears, these tears run down my cheeks quite often nowadays. Jyoti rubs my back with her comforting touch and says "Sometimes it's better to let go, you have been trying to pursue him since high school or maybe even before that, don't you think it's time to give up? "

"Your words are not helping me, you better know this," I say with my pouty face. I look at myself in the mirror to find the most traditional girl staring back at me. I have worn a black colour Kurti, a loose patiyala, with a contrast netted dupatta. Dead opposite of Shaila! I have worn only Kajol, with a bindi in the centre of my brows.

Who am I kidding, maybe Jyoti is right, maybe I am not made for him? Not his type!

"Now wash your face quickly, we have our last exam in half an hour or so, and then we'll be bachelors of business management."

She says with a cheerful voice trying to bring me back from my sorrowful world.

It's not that I have never thought of letting him go, but each time he observes me avoiding him he leaves back an unerasable impression which can neither explain his feeling nor help me out of this unknown relation and emotions we share.

I stick the bindi on the back of my hand and wash my face with cold tap water. Wiping off the droplets, and with a new fresh look, I reapply my bindi and look at Jyoti with a grateful smile. "Thank you for being with me at such times of crisis, I promise that I will move on. Or try to at least."

"Hope so." Says Jyoti with a sarcastic smile to which she gets light slaps on her shoulder.

Laughing at our situation, we walk out of the restroom. And right after that, I cross paths with Kaustubh, without paying heed to my presence he walks ahead on his way. Jyoti clenches my fisted hand in her. Ignoring his behavior I walk into the class. I should think about my test and nothing else.

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I complete my test earlier than Jyoti. So am out of the exam hall before her. The test was quite easy. But not for most of them I guess. The corridor is almost empty with only a few students here and there. Picking up my bag which is hanging on one of my shoulders I once again go through the paper to assume my colorful marks.

A large frame-blocks my way and I pause on the spot. My gaze travels from his brand new shoes to his frameless spectacles. He looks flushed, I blink my eyes to understand the situation as to why has Jay blocked my way.

Clearing his throat and rubbing his neck with his hand he says " I need to tell you something, and it must be done today. I guess you are done with your test so how about a walk in the campus garden?"

This is suspicious, Jay is Kaustubh's classmate and is in the last year of MBA. so technically this is the last day of his college life. And judging from the way he is behaving it feels like the last day of confessing things. Or maybe wants to ask Jyoti's number.

Let's not decide! And listen to him.

"Okay"

I say with a hesitant voice and walk towards LP. Yes, it's called LP or lovers point by our college kids.

He stops at his path and looks at me in the eye and I do the same.

" Divya, do you have someone you like?".

I break our gaze at his words only to find Kaustubh sitting on one of the benches facing away from us. But guess what! He looks like someone trying to eavesdrop.

"No," I say in a firm voice boring hole in Kaustubhs back. I wanted to say yes, but looking at him and thinking about his morning act makes my blood boil. And I cannot break my promise with Jyoti, now can I?

"Okay good, so I wanted to ask if it's Ok for us to... You know get to know each other? And maybe beyond that." Says Jay in a hesitant tone making me look back at him, thinking about the next move I say.

"Okay," with a cheeky smile.

Jay looks at me with surprised eyes. And the next movement I am engulfed in his tight hug.

My eyes bulge out of shock at the sudden turn of events. I don't move an inch unable to come back from this shock.

Immediately after this, a pair of strong arms push Jay away from me, his brown eyes glaring at me as he tightly holds my hands, pulling me with him towards the basement area.

I struggle to break free from his hold but can't, I cannot even shout at him and gain more attention than what I am already getting.

Though there are fewer people here a small spark is more than enough to engulf a whole forest. And gossip is more contagious than fire.

Covering my face with my hand I walk briskly behind him to match his pace. Finally, he pushes open a rusted iron door pushing me into it, he closes the door behind him looking at me with his death glare, huffing due to the brisk walk. His hands resting on either side of his waist and have tiny stains of blood which are my artwork on him, I buried my nails into his skin to make him leave my hand

But failed and that's why I am here!.

He walks towards me slowly taking one step at a time, I take a step back with each step he approaches me till my back hits the wall.

"Is this why aunty sends you to college? To play around with guys!" He says in his most sarcastic tone, I look at him with unbelievable eyes, did he just look down upon me? Is that what he thinks of me?

"I am sorry, flirting with guys is not my work, I shouldn't have done that, know why? Cause Mr. Kaustubh Shekharan has copyrights reserved for flirting!"

Before my sarcastic comment ends on his ears, he presses my neck against the wall with his hand holding it.

This is disgusting! I glare at him with extreme anger. We both are panting, our eyes throwing daggers at each other. He comes unbelievably close to me! the next movement, his lips barely away from mine making me go weak in my knees, all my anger is flushed away as my cheeks turn into a rosy red color.

No! I must stop this, he is trying to play with me, just like always, this is not new to him.

I try to push him away from me controlling my tears which are flowing over my miserable state. That's what always happens, my love for him is nothing but entertainment. And I guess he cannot let go of this entertainment, he wants me to be always here beside him acting like a clown.

"Stop," he says holding both of my hands, pinning them above my head. "Jay is not a good person. Not for you at least"

"And says who? I LIKE HIM AND WILL GO OUT WITH HIM, WHO ARE YOU TO SAY!" I say yelling at him on top of my voice, crying at his not understandable behaviour.

He crashes his lips over mine swallowing my words, I am in a daze, I dont know what to do? But for now, I shall go with the flow. I move my lips rhythmically with his, our souls mending into one. This is my second kiss. I close my eyes concentrating on his lips.

After our long sweet kiss, he let go of my lips, staring at my eyes with love, the love which I needed this whole time.

Wiping off my tears with his thumb he presses his forehead against mine gently and says,

"What the hell are you made up of Divya? Each time I think of letting you go, I come back at your feet at the end of the day."

Saying this he engulfs me in his tight embrace.

"Does that me you love me?" I ask with anticipation filled in my voice after struggling to move my head to look him in the eyes and he says

"No, I don't"

Lies, big fat lies

I punch his sturdy chest embracing him tighter than before.

I love this feeling. We stay like that, not worried about the world.

I should thank Jay, he is the reason behind my happiness now.

(giggles.)

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Late at night, a silhouette of about six feet shadows over Divya, leaning into her sleeping posture, the silhouette slips into her warm blanket embraced in her warmth. A large muscular hand encircles Divya pressing their body together, placing a tiny peck on the back of her neck the silhouette inhales her scent. Finally placing its perfect jawline over her head, the shadow encloses her petite figurine in its arms, supporting her head with its sturdy hands. Holding her fisted left hand in its own.

That night, two pieces of broken heart met each other, unable to restrain the emotions, the only difference being one heart met its broken piece in the real world, while the other in its dreamy land.

Two diamond rings glittering in that room, embarking a much brighter light of love than the moon.

Their hands meddled together, sharing each other's warmth, and the night continues on its journey towards a bright day.

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