Saturday, 19 July 2014

Neeyat and Shreyas #Days passing [part- 10 (a)]

All my days with Shreyas passes smoothly. We mostly spent our days chatting on Facebook. We shared our relationship and togetherness on Facebook. It was the only medium that held us together. I was in love. My emotions overflowed. I felt myself to be the luckiest person alive. Everything was too good. No problems, no fights and no backstabbing. Shreyas was mine.


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My phone beeped.

Shreyas: I want you there at Facebook in five minutes.

I logged in my account and to my surprise, there was an amazing post in my new feed. It said:

"For Someone..."

And it had a picture of that black check shirt. A wide smile condensed on my face. Along with that smile were those little drops of happiness in my eyes. It was just two months that we had been together and it felt like years. Every moment of my life was special with Shreyas. He always tried to make me feel special.

Shreyas- So Barbie, how was it?

Neeyat- Aw.. :)

Shreyas- :)

Neeyat- The moment I saw that post...I was just too overwhelmed. Thanks a lot :)

Shreyas- I know that you love that shirt of mine.

Neeyat- Of course I do! :D

Shreyas- More than me?

Neeyat- Yeah! :P

Shreyas- :(

Neeyat-  Aw..
               I love that guy in the shirt more than the shirt itself.

Shreyas- Love you Barbie!

Neeyat- Love you, too!


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Just like that; days passed, months passed and each and every minute felt so special until ...

"Met with an accident. Now in DMC hospital." (Shreyas's Facebook status- 9 July 12)

That stupid guy of mine had an accident and he fractured his leg. I was worried but more than that I was annoyed. Shreyas was taking his injury so casually as if it was a public event. He was putting up status and his timeline was full of "GWS". I swear if Shreyas would have been there in front of me, I would have slapped him first and then hugged him tightly. I puked out my anger at him...

Neeyat- You dumb ass, what are you doig? >:O

Shreyas- Enjoying! :P

Neeyat- I feel like slapping you tight.

Shreyas- I'll be okay! Just a leg fracture.

Neeyat- When will you learn to take care of yourself?

Shreyas- You are there for that! :)

Neeyat- Stop flattering and tell me how that happened.

Shreyas- Oh that girl! :D I was on my bike and I saw her from behind. She was walking on the side of the road. I overtook her and turned my face to see her...She looked :* :* :* But, I was unaware about that SUV that came from the wrong side and it hit me. BAAAMMM! Uff! I couldn't see her face properly! LOL :P

I read and logged off . I knew that he was just teasing me but somewhere my heart ached. I loved him and I wanted him just to look at me. Only me. Whatever he said pinched me. I never thought Shreyas to be of that type. Watching out girls and wanting their faces to be display. That was disappointing. I started hating Shreyas at that particular time. Period.

My phone vibrated and it was a call from Shreyas. I was darn annoyed and disturbed. I felt like kicking him in his nuts but somewhere in the lost corner of my heart, I loved him. Between the mild sobs I picked up his call.

"Neeyat that was just a joke. I was just kidding. How could I feel like watching someone else's face when I have such a moon lit face to gaze upon," he said politely that dissolved all the tears in my eyes.

"Neeyat?" he called upon again.

I had nothing to say. Was that the guilt or the confusion? All I could interpret and say was,

"If that was just a joke then how come you had such a brutal accident."

"I...I don't remember," he said stammering.

I disconnected the phone and threw it across the dressing table. The perfume bottle fell off into thousands of pieces. My heart's state was the same. It broke into thousands of  undefended pieces.

It was the first time when I thought differently about Shreyas. I never knew that he wore a mask of a decent guy. He was same as other road side romeos. I hated him at that time. Just because he was at bed rest and was not in a healthy condition, I tried to forget the incident.

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