Fated to be together or not [COMPLETED]

Good Luck

Alex:

I woke up little early today, and was feeling bad for ignoring her yesterday. I am a closed person, but she is not. I should have talked to her and explained about how meetings work. She has not been to one before. I will talk to her today, but will not apologize. After all, its not me who was chatting during an important meeting.

I knocked the door. It took a while to open, and I thought may be she was getting ready. I was about to leave, when she opened the door. She looked like a mess, eyes completely red and she looked pale as if she was awake the whole night. Don't tell me she cried all night? Just because I made her stay and re-do the charts.

"You don't look good, something happened?"

"Yes, I am leaving for California today. I was busy packing." She moved a bit to show me her suitcase.

"You are leaving today, why? Is it because of yesterday. Seriously, just one obstacle and you gave up? What about your dreams Huh? You cant handle challenges in your life. One day, just one day you had to work extra, correcting your own mistakes, and you are all set to run away. Typical".

She didn't say anything, but I saw a hint of tear on the corner of her eye. I wanted to wipe it, but I just left.

In the parking I saw my Aunty giving instructions to driver about her flight details.

"Is she really leaving, I thought she was joking. She is giving up her dream because of yesterday? I thought she wanted to achieve great things." I casually told my Aunty and was about to leave when some words caught my attention.

"She didn't want to, but what option does she have now. It was very difficult for me to console her, she cried whole night. She wanted to come out of what others think about her, and show that she can be sincere. Physical pain is nothing compared to the pain she is having by looking at her shattered dream."

"Physical pain? What are you talking about? Is she hurt?" But she was OK when we came home. Did something happen to her? I was curious.

"You don't know?. She broke her wrist yesterday night while closing the bathroom door. We took her to hospital and doctor advised to give some rest to her right hand."

She hurt herself, she broke her wrist by a door. These words were echoing in my head. A door, bathroom door? No, Damn it. No this cant be. I hurt her?

But if her hand was stuck in my door, I would have heard her cries. She broke her wrist. Its painful, isn't it?. Didn't she cry?

"No fool, you had your air pods on, with highest volume, to ignore her. She would have cried in pain, and you stupid man, closed the door and went to sleep, when she was probably trying to knock your door for help."

I cursed myself and ran as fast as I could to her room. It was closed and I didn't waste my time to knock it. I shove the door, and luckily it was not locked.

She is sitting in front of me, with tears in her eyes, sobbing. A sensation hit me when I saw her hand. I know from experience that if your dreams shatter in front of you, how much those shreds hurt you.

I kneeled down in front of her, took her right hand and asked, if she still want to go ahead with her exams. She was shocked, but I was not backing up. I am her guide, and I will not let her loose. I will work with her, teach her, and make sure that she passes her exams. I had to persuade hard but in the end she agreed.

I made few notes for her skipping the lunch. I already know by now what her strong points are and where she struggles so my plan was to focus on weak areas because I know she doesn't require any help in strong subjects.

She was in her room and when I came home today. I saw a bit of hesitation when she opened the door for me. I smiled but cover my mouth so she couldn't see me. She was feeling awkward with the thought of spending night with me in her room.

"It definitely sounds malicious when you say it like this", I thought.

"Follow me."

"Where?" She asked with a puzzled face.

"I don't think you can study if that bed is in front of you. So we are going at a place where I am sure I will be able to keep you awake." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized what that meant and immediately covered up.

"Give that bed of yours a break. Don't you get tired of sleeping? We are going in living area, and I have some videos with me. We will play that on TV so you can study while I prepare notes for you. Sounds good?"

She looked relieved and I was happy to see her comfortable. It's the least I could do, because I was the one who almost broke her dream.

It's lunch time and I am exhausted to the core. I am skipping lunch now a days to prepare notes for her. My eyes hurt so much that it's a torture to keep them open. I think my headache has reached its peak and my back hurts like hell. But once this week is over I can take all the rest I want. I might even take a day off which I never take.

Uncle tried to talk to me when I was leaving for office, I guess Aunty asked him to. She saw me taking a painkiller yesterday morning. I told him just few more days and I promise I will do whatever he says.

I saw something was bothering Nicolle today. I was not able to understand, but she seemed off today.

"Something is bothering you, what's that?"

"Nothing, it's nothing. Just nervous about exams."

"No, it's not about exams. Tell me what it is"

"How do you know, it's not about the exams?"

"Because when you are nervous, you bite your nails. Right now, you are just lost somewhere. So, I am asking again, where are you."

"Umm, I need to know. Why are you doing this? I mean, you are going non-stop from past few days. Hardly sleeping, skipping meals. Look at your eyes. They are literally begging for some rest. Why?"

Ahh, She heard Aunty and Uncle, I guess. She is feeling guilty as from what I can see.

"Yeah, I am worn out and definitely need rest. But I also don't want to be the reason of crashing someone's dream."

"You are a very talented girl Nicolle, and I have seen your work, except the charts", I smiled. "I can understand that you have big dreams to achieve something in your life. I will not offend you by offering a job in my company because you are good enough to join any company you wish. You don't need any Godfather as far as you career is concerned."

"I don't want you to give up on your dreams or regret later in your life. And if I can assist you in getting what you want or deserve, I am happy to do my part."

"Do you regret anything?"

Her question caught me off-guard. "Why do you think that I regret about something. I am the youngest CEO of the country. My company stocks are on their highest. Almost every investor is trying hard to invest in my company. Why would I regret anything? People envy where I am right now. And now, if your question answer session is done, can we continue?"

"Yes Sir!"

Nicolle is leaving today and Aunty asked me to come early. She is engaged to Jack. I don't know him, but he is a family friend. I never leave before 8, so I am not going today to give any mixed signals to anyone. Especially my Aunty who is constantly trying to set me up with someone. 

Last month only, she managed to leave me alone with Melissa, daughter of a famous surgeon. I went for an inauguration, but she asked me to drop her home and at the last moment dropped out saying just drop Melissa. I don't blame her. She knows about me. She wants me to move forward, but I am not ready to commit anything at least not for 4-5 years. I have some work to do, which I can't let anyone know about. It's not like I am still in love with my school crush. I have moved on, life taught me to move on.

I like Nicolle, just as a friend not more than that. I told everyone that I am helping her because I was feeling guilty. But the real reason was something else. I would have helped her, even if it hadn't happen because when I saw her with a broken wrist that day, I saw myself.

I had to give up so much when my Dad met the accident. I don't regret it but that doesn't mean I don't think about what would have happen, if Dad was still with me. I could understand what she was going through because when my Dad died, I cried for a very long time in my library at night. Nobody knows it because I am expert in hiding. After all I have 10 years of experience in that.

I have a portrait of my Dad in my library and even now when I am tired of life, or when I am forced to do something which I don't want to do I talk to him. He is the only one who knows my pain, my tears, my responsibilities, my helplessness, my burdens, my wounds. And when I saw her, I saw same expressions in her eyes.

These 2 months were enough for me to believe that whatever stories are associated with her, the world doesn't know the truth. I have seen her work. If I leave the charts, I saw her dedication and no drug addict can have the concentration that she has. I can bet whatever the principal or the staff told about her drug issues, there is something more to it. I will try to find out.

I was lost in my thoughts when saw Nicolle calling me. I was deciding whether to pick up the call or not, when it disconnected. Few moments later my phone flashed

"Thanks for everything. Have a great life ahead. Hope to see you again."

Sure, I would definitely like to see you in future. Seeing you touch the sky will make me feel better. At least someone got to open the wings. Good Luck Nicolle.