Tanubhrt.This.Side

“These days it has come down to this, that whenever I have nothing else to do, I end up Writing. and then somebody said fiction is something tough to write. And, here I am writing my first fiction, “the” love story”.

She had a broken heart, and yet moved with an awe that could make anyone question her insecurities. The way she spoke, it seemed as if she would kill you the very moment you said something wrong, her laugh could make your day and tears she pretended not to have any. With a burden of failure, she carried herself as if she was always a winner.

He was one hell of a charmer. Girls were all mad over him. Arrogant, maybe he was, after all, being the center of attention of so many girls was a tough thing. He never pretended anything. When he was happy, he showed it. When sad, he behaved happier than ever. He was the kind of a boy, who women ran after. But deep inside, he craved for love.

She saw him and fell in love with him. She never understood why she had fallen for him but she loved him. Silly was she.  Trapped in her own insecurities she thought, he is just another crush.  It will end in just few days. I could never understand why she pretended so much.  She was madly in love with him and behaved as if she hated him. She loved everything about him, from the way he talked to the way he walked, to the smell of his sweat. But in front of him she pretended not to care a damn about him.

He never noticed her much in that way. To him she was a kind of alien, living in a parallel world of her own. Although, somewhere deep inside he admired her for her attitude. After all, she was not like the other girls, who ran after him. At times he wondered, why does she hate me, why does she run away from me? Am I so bad? There were insecurities that she made to grow in him. He hated her, loved fighting with her. Yet, pretended not to give a damn about her.

They met, talked, fighted and irritated each other. For some reason, I saw the spark in between them. The times they met, it seemed to me as some kind of film going on. They talked as if there is no one in the world. Happiness, yes happiness is what you could see in their eyes when they talked.

She started making friends around people. He started teasing her, by looking at different girls and flirting with them. She hated it. The insecurities started building in her. She could never understand that he is teasing her. She thought he loves them, and started distancing from him. He could never understand why she is doing it. She never bothered to tell him. She was hurt. But still, they were talking, and whenever they talked it seemed as if there is no one in the world to care about.

He ditched her. Promised to help her but did not. She got badly hurt. Her insecurities started building into surety. She thought she was right. He never will love her. She started running madly away from him. Crying badly in her pillow and ignoring him became her daily attitude. He was pissed off as well. He couldn’t understand why she was doing it? Attitude, he had of his own. He wanted to talk to her, but never told her. Instead tried giving indirect signals. There was a day, he got so much irritated that he ended up throwing stones at her. He thought at least now she will reply. She instead got more hurt, pledged not to talk to him.

I never understood why it was happening. After all they were my favorite couple. I really wanted them to be together, but I guess they were not listening to me. They never understood that silence is killing their relationship every day.  But then I guess, this ego can take toll of any relationship. Years passed by and she became more of numb. He behaved as if he is not bothered as well. But I could see how badly they wanted to be with each other. Fight with each other. Yell at each other. Every time they crossed each other, they just wanted to stop by and talk. I could see it, but somehow they just couldn’t understand what I was trying to say.

One day, she got tired of all the tears. Assembled all the courage she had and asked him why he did that? Why he ignored her? Why did all that happen? He said, he doesn’t remember anything. She broke like anything. To her, it seemed as if a part of her has died. He was irritated as well. Pissed off why she asked so late? Why not when I was roaming around her? They both finally said a bye to each other. Told each other they both don’t remember about each other. She went on, took a job and moved on. He went on made a girlfriend and is happy now.

And I? I end up crying like shit as if some part of me is dead. After all they were my favorite couple.