Kaira : Love me till the end by Vrushy (Chapter 9)

Hello Everyone.

Chapter 9
Love doesn’t have a timeline !!

Karthik’s POV.

When I wake up, I find that Naksh and Keerti have already left. Naira still looks angry about what happened last night.

Despite my attempts, she doesn’t talk much and leaves for office. Every time Naksh does something like this, I have to bear the brunt of Naira’s anger. When will she understand that no one, absolutely no one, can make Naksh mend his ways ?!!

As soon as Naira leaves, I open the website for Imperial Academy, Dehradun, again. I call on the numbers given there but there is no response. It seems like it has been an eternity since I’ve read the diary and the suspense is killing me.

I want to know more about the dead guy, what his name was, where he lived, what he did, everything. All I know is that he is obsessively in love with a girl. And such love needs to be confessed and not hidden. It has never done anyone any good.

Even if Naira left me, I would tell her every day how much I love her – till my last breath.

Ah !! I am so in love with her. There are days when I just sit and stare at her. Those are the days when I feel really lucky. She is so perfect and so freakishly beautiful.

Suddenly, I can’t recall the last time I’d told her that I love her. So I pick up the phone and dial her number.

“Hey !!” I greet her excitedly.

“Karthik, I’m working !! I really can’t have phone s*x right now,” she says very seriously.

“Is that the only thing I call you for ?!!” I ask her. I’m a little taken aback. When I had picked up the phone to dial her number, the only thing I’d felt was love, but she is branding me a lusty bastard !!!

“Yes. When was the last time you called me and said something nice ?!!” she whispers into the phone.

“I called to say that now !!” I say innocently.

“Of course you did,” she says sarcastically.

“Oh c’mon !! I really did.” I cry out.

“Karthik, you don’t have to lie. It’s okay.” She says.

“But I do love you !!” I protest.

“Yeah, yeah. And yes, I might need to go out tomorrow morning to Mumbai for a couple
of weeks. A project is stuck there.” She says.

“What ?!! Tomorrow ?!! For two weeks ?!! And you tell me now ?!! Tell them you can’t go !!” I state faking anger.

“Just a few days, Mendhak. Okay, I really need to go,” she says and disconnects the call.

Almost immediately, I find myself in depression. No Naira for the next two weeks ?!! That’s disastrous !!

I haven’t learnt to be without her. She makes my life possible. This just can’t be.I am angry and unreasonable. Well, she has work there, but whatever. I am not staying here and missing her. This is unfair.

I know my senses are overreacting and I know why. I am restless to find everything about the guy. And Naira is the only thing that has kept me and can keep me from
thinking about it. I will go crazy thinking about that mysterious girl, the dead guy, and the burnt diary if Naira goes away.

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23 September 2015

I don’t believe in putting a timeline on love. It will happen when it has to. It doesn’t start on a specific date, nor does it end on one. It’s eternal.

It had been five days that I had been waiting for her at the bus stop. Every morning, I woke up at six, took a morning bus to her place and waited for her at the bus stop. I had started to think that it was stupid of me, until today. Today was different. I waited.

Like every day, I had woken up at six, put my best shirt on, sprinkled cologne all over, and waited at her bus stop from seven. At eight-thirty, I saw her. Her hair was wet and she looked fresh, like a drop of morning dew.

As soon as she reached the bus stop, I waved a big ‘Hi’ and she acknowledged it with a lovely smile. We sat next to each other on the bus.

I have stalked her for quite some time now, so I knew she could talk and she didn’t disappoint. And once she started talking, she just didn’t stop. While she talked, I told myself, ‘This is the best sight in the whole wide world.’

She told me about her days in her hometown and how much she missed her parents. She spoke about everything she likes about her city and everything she hates about mine. I listened. She asked me which school I was from and as soon as I told her that I was from a boarding school, her eyes widened and she begged me to tell her stories about my school.

She told me that she has always been very fascinated by elitist boarding schools. I wished I could tell her that she was too fragile and too tender to be told stories from my boarding school.

I still remember my first day. Mom cried a lot, but Dad was confident that it was the best for me. I had mixed feelings about it. I thought it would be exciting, but I knew I would miss Mom and her home cooked food.

But soon, everything changed. I was twelve and I was being s*xually abused by three older kids in the common bathing area. For about a week, I was constantly teased by those seniors. I didn’t bathe all of the next week as I was too scared to go anywhere alone. But one day, I saw them in my dormitory and I panicked. We were alone.

The minute they came close to me, I picked a compass from my geometry box and drove it through the hand of one of the boys. I pushed it till it came out from the other side of his hand. The other two boys looked in horror and ran even as their friend lay on the ground, bleeding and writhing for help.

The school authorities got to know about the whole incident and all three of them were expelled the very next day. Mom wanted to take me back home, but I had a newfound confidence. Suddenly, I was famous in my boarding school. I commanded respect. People saw me as a guy who was frail and weak, but could still fight for what was right. I told Mom I would be okay and she wished me luck with tears in her eyes. Dad was proud of me.

It was one of the best days of my schooling life, but I couldn’t have told her about it. Instead, I told her about my best friend in school. I used to call him Pappu, to show him down, but he was the champion, his name etched on the achievements board of
2012 as the All-Rounder of the Batch. We were the best of friends — before we drifted apart.

We reached college and I didn’t want to lose sight of her. I wanted her to stay right in front of me, to look at me, smile at me and enrapture me with her silly, long tales of how her best friends ditched her, how her heel broke on an important occasion, and so on and so forth.

I was so in love with her.

We exchanged numbers, and I have been staring at it ever since. I couldn’t study the
entire day. I was thinking about her during the classes, outside the classes, on my way home and till the time I started writing this.

I am in love. It’s a strange feeling and I have never been happier.

I wish I could see her tomorrow

-VK.

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1 October 2015

Every time her eyes look at me, I am scared that she would see through me. I am scared that eventually I am not a perfect human being and, unlike her, I have flaws.

It has been days since she gave me her number but I haven’t mustered enough courage to call her. She has been busy with her Western Dance practice for the college festival, three hours every day, in the college auditorium. I have watched her dance and she looks the happiest when she’s dancing.

Finally, after so many days, I caught her on the bus back home. It’s amazing how perfect she looks every day. She looked tired from her dance practice, but that didn’t stop her from talking. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I blushed and shook my head.

I didn’t take her question too seriously. She couldn’t have been interested in me. Or maybe she was. I don’t know. I dropped her home and wondered if she had dated before. I was already jealous, even before she could tell me about it.

I wish I could see her tomorrow.
-VK.
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Precap : The boys on a road trip. Karthik missing Naira !!
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Firstly, sorry for the late update. I just got stuck with my studies. But here is the next update. I know its short as compared to what I have been writing for the past few days but its all I could manage right now. The next one will be a bit longer, promise.
So the next chapter would have the boys deciding to have some off time from their work and embarking on a road trip. Any guesses where they would be heading to ?!! Some Karthik – Naksh moments coming up. I don’t guess we have a shipping name for them, right ?!!
Wednesday’s episode was really sweet with the whole Sawan celebration. Also Keesh have started to bond slowly. Love track is starting, cant wait for it. Also loved how Gayu showed her mannerisms and etiquettes while approaching dadi. That just shows hoe well she has been brought up by Naitik and Akshara.
Do comment. Keep smiling. Keep watching Yrkkh.