Confession of a lover

She was beautiful, too beautiful to let go. I remember vividly her first sight- She walked from entrance gate to college, clad in a white top and blue jeans. Her bronzed skin shone like a star under the hot sun. Her gait was so dignified that it added beauty to her confident demeanor. My eyes kept gazing her beauty and followed her like gluttonous kid. I tried to distract my eyes from her but they were no longer in my control.

I always wondered, what makes her so beautiful? She was cute, smart, intelligent enough to out match any other girl. Like an ardent follower, I followed her everywhere ; college gate  to the classroom, classroom to the cafeteria, cafeteria to home. I kept a track of her activities.  At what time she left for home, at what time she got in, whom she was meeting. You may call me a stalker but I wasn't. I was a lover and a lover never leaves his sweetheart alone in this unforgiving world.

It was so difficult to be just friends with her but my silence always maintained our friendship. At least, she always accompanied me. You know what? She liked me, too but I don’t know what is the problem with beautiful girls these days, they always expect boys to make the first move. So, Egoistic! No but Neha , Neha was not egoistic. Unlike others, she was decent.

I still remember the aroma of cologne she used . She smelled like a rose . I knew all about her. Her favorite color, food, actor, actress, Novel. We spent 3 years as friends. But, I wanted more. I wanted to marry her, defile her and I wanted her to be mine. I even failed voluntarily in last year of college, just to be with her. I couldn’t leave her alone to survive in a college where so many boys were mad for her.

Finally, the college was over and it was the time to tell her about my love. I requested her to come to my home and as expected she said yes.

I wanted everything to be best. The day was finally arrived. I decorated the entire home with the Jaismine and alssym flowers and lit candles to complement her glow. Finally, she walked in a sea green suit which covered her body in a modest manner yet i could sense the perfect curves that lay beneath. I, too, dressed in a black suave suit to meet her charm but miserably failed.

Then, I Finally said the unspoken words. But what i heard was a NO. The sense of melancholy filled my heart. I tried my best to convince her but she was austere. I cried....cried like hell and told her that i would die without her. She stood rigid and said she didn't care even if i die. How could she?

She turned to leave and I picked the vase placed on the table and hammered it on her head. Finally, she was in my arms- a place where she belonged. I tell you, she looked prettier. Blood gushed out of her body making her dress red. Even then, she looked magnificent. I told her once, red suits her. I was so damn right. I kept gazing her and unable to resist myself, kissed her entire face. Finally her lips touched mine. It was the best moment of my life.

Finally, she was mine forever. She is still with me because she is  beautiful,too beautiful to let go.



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