"You there ?" Rohit, the message popped up on the screen.
"Yup" Parikshit replied.
"What are you doing Sunday morning ?"
"Exam's over, so I'm free now. Do you want me to come to your place ?"
"Nah, got a call from Bhoomi. She is in Delhi and she asked if you can meet her."
"Shall I go? It's been two years. What do you think?
"Of course you should go. Remember you said you're investing in her. How could you let it go waste ?"
"But I don't think it's the same from her side."
"Dude ! she is a sakht laundi. Why would she say yes so easily? You have to make her believe in you."
"Why would I make her believe in me, huh?"
"Coz you want to marry her."
After waiting for 2 minutes and irritated by seeing typing on the top of the WhatsApp screen Rohit scolded Parikshit.
"Dude I got to sleep, it's already 2 on the clock. Can you reply little quick ?"
"Okay. Come to my place in the evening, if possible."
"Not possible Hiro, it's a busy week. Meet Bhoomi this Sunday. We'll meet after that."
"Okay, Good night, take care bro"
" You too."
"Could you ask her to text me ?"
"Aah-Ha (laughing annoyingly) ! why not ?"
"Thanks, dude."
"F*ck off Bro!"
Pariskhit took his steps towards his study table, sat on his chair. The purple colour of the seat, wooden table, his black colour table lamp, a yellow wooden pen stand and shining dark blue colour on the front wall makes him go deep in the thoughts and he uses it to write on his laptop. Just staring at the wall and reminiscing something good memories from past he smiled and opened his laptop. That began his daily personal blog.
"Yup" Parikshit replied.
"What are you doing Sunday morning ?"
"Exam's over, so I'm free now. Do you want me to come to your place ?"
"Nah, got a call from Bhoomi. She is in Delhi and she asked if you can meet her."
"Shall I go? It's been two years. What do you think?
"Of course you should go. Remember you said you're investing in her. How could you let it go waste ?"
"But I don't think it's the same from her side."
"Dude ! she is a sakht laundi. Why would she say yes so easily? You have to make her believe in you."
"Why would I make her believe in me, huh?"
"Coz you want to marry her."
After waiting for 2 minutes and irritated by seeing typing on the top of the WhatsApp screen Rohit scolded Parikshit.
"Dude I got to sleep, it's already 2 on the clock. Can you reply little quick ?"
"Okay. Come to my place in the evening, if possible."
"Not possible Hiro, it's a busy week. Meet Bhoomi this Sunday. We'll meet after that."
"Okay, Good night, take care bro"
" You too."
"Could you ask her to text me ?"
"Aah-Ha (laughing annoyingly) ! why not ?"
"Thanks, dude."
"F*ck off Bro!"
Pariskhit took his steps towards his study table, sat on his chair. The purple colour of the seat, wooden table, his black colour table lamp, a yellow wooden pen stand and shining dark blue colour on the front wall makes him go deep in the thoughts and he uses it to write on his laptop. Just staring at the wall and reminiscing something good memories from past he smiled and opened his laptop. That began his daily personal blog.
Today's Note:
Hey, Bhoomi, How you doing? I'm good here and I hope you're good too. Rohit told me that you called him and asked if we could meet? You could have called me directly, I would have loved it if you had done that.
Okay, Jokes apart. Rohit asked me to meet you but I'm still in doubt whether we should meet or not. I haven't listened anything from you in last 2 years. Neither I nor you tried to contact each other. There were times when I wanted to meet you but resisted myself to call you or sending the text to you. I don't even know how did you spend last two years of yours, but what I did is writing. I write daily, to you, for you, and my laptop is full of these fictional stories where I'm the King and you are the Queen of my world.
I don't know what would we talk or what would I share with you. Do I have anything to talk? Not yet, I think. Will you read all my stories of King and Queen? I know you were never interested in reading my stories but I never told that you were the reason I loved writing, I still love it and I love you too.
Another thing that frightens me is that what would I do if you had moved on after we decided to give it a break? Sometimes I think it's all one-sided, I'm afraid of the thought that you never missed me in last two years. Because I miss you every day and whenever I miss you I write. This is the first time when I'm not feeling like writing. I'm thinking about meeting you. Questions all over the mind. I think my head will blow up if I won't get the message from you right now. Text me, if you haven't slept yet. Bhoomi... I'm missing .....
The moment his emotions were at peak and he was about to write some more about it, the phone vibrated, it was a short vibration so definitely it was text.
"Hey, there?" message popped up.
Parikshit had a big smile on his face because truecaller told who was on the other side, but still for the formality he asked who was it?
"Hi, May I know who is this?" Pariskhit replied.
"It's Bhoomi."
"Oh, Rohit told me you wanted to meet."
"Yes, I'm in Delhi, so wondered if we could meet."
"You're here for a meeting, ain't you?"
"Yes, sort of. Are you free Sunday evening ?"
"Yup. Where shall we meet? Connaught Place, is it okay for you?
"No problem, 6 o'clock?
"Done. Take the exit from Gate no 4 of the metro station. I'll meet you there."
"Sure. Good Night. Take care."
"You too :)"
Today's Note:
Finally I wished and you called.
Thanks Bhoomi, I can't tell you how happy I am. It was good to talk to you. So we are meeting the day after tomorrow. I have a lot of questions now. How do you look now? Though you are very beautiful still I wanted to see you. You should set a display picture on WhatsApp so that I could see it. I remember when we met last time. You were wearing a white top with the horizontal line over it and a black jeans. Your last Instagram post is also in a yellow suit, and you're killing me in that. Could you wear that on Sunday evening?
I think I should sleep now. It is 2:37 AM on my table clock. I don't want to end it but I have to.
Good Night Bhoomi.
( I won't say take care because I'll do that once I'm with you. )
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Sunday Evening
Pariskhit did not want to be late so he planned to reach 15 mins before the time decided. He was thinking of Bhoomi coming out of the station from the exit point in her yellow suit, with her black side bag matching with her sandals which are open from the front and top. His mind was repeating the scene where Bhoomi was coming out of the exit gate with a big wide smile.
He reached the metro station lost in his own thoughts. Even the thoughts of Bhoomi obfuscated his mind but still, he was observing the advertisements, notice boards, people in hurry, people with yellow dresses, metro staff working as security or those at the customer help desk. He was observing all these things as Bhoomi herself was with him and she would be observing all the things too.
He took the exit from gate no 4 as decided. It was 5:40, sun could be seen behind the Big Tricolour Indian Flag, and he was 20 minutes before time. As escalators were moving upstairs his eyes started observing all the yellow dressed people. They couldn't find the one who they were looking for. After scanning almost everyone moving nearby him, his eyes stuck at someone, who was wearing the same yellow colour suit he expected, but he wished that it should not be her. Because he wanted to be there first.
Escalators reached their destination. Parikshit moved towards to know if it was her. He thought he would cross, then he would turn back to see if it was her. As he was about to cross her, she turned back.
"Hey, you." Pariskhit shockingly said.
"Yes, shouldn't I be here ?" She mocked him.
"You should be." He said with love.
"Then why were you surprised to see me here?"
"Because I was supposed to be here first."
"and you think I didn't know that? I know you better than you Parikshit, and you know that."
Parikshit didn't say anything. He was just looking at her with the highest intensity possible. Only rays going through his lenses were those which were reflected by her because he did not want to see anything else but her, just her. Bhoomi could clearly see that. Bhoomi held both his hands with her hands and hugged him as close as she could listen to his heartbeats.
They were never this close to each other. Now they knew the value of having each other. It's just a saying that 'Love is in the air' but they could feel it, having each other. It was like they were alive in this cold only because of the warmth they are getting from each other. Their struggle for survival could be seen on their faces. It was not physical but it was in their minds, against all the odds, society and everyone around them. This struggle and their hug continued until they got their consciousness back. They spent time together to the maximum limit possible. When they returned back, for the whole universe they were going away, but only they knew that it was just a beginning.
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Today's Note
Hi Bhoomi, I know how are you now because we met about an hour ago. I won't say that I'm happy rather I would say that I love you more now. I know you lied that you were here for a meeting. You came here just to meet me. Thanks for that, Nah, Lots of love for that.
Earlier I wanted hundreds of questions to ask you, thousands of questions to answer for you, millions of stories to tell and billions of your stories to listen but I destroyed them all. I destroyed them all because it is a new beginning.
Remember I told you that "Rome wasn't built in a day, and we are building one." We have started building our empire again. This time we'll finish it. Now our incomplete empire is like our incomplete story, we'll finish it someday.
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