An Innocent Girl!

This was the very first time when, she saw him; there was something different about him, something which separate him from everyone, something which made her to like him, from the very first glimpse. She felt an attraction which molded her deep and deep within him. A smile had over patted her eyes, deep and within, which she could not stop. By the time, the guy had also seen her glancing at him. Off from a closet after few minutes, curbing of an inundation of glimpses for few seconds, they finally looked at each other, deep and deep.

Few days after she proposed him, and it didn’t took much time for him to accept the so called love.

And that was where it begun, the tender love, where the streets across the soul, makes every other thing looks so small, so captive. Every comfort in life, seem to be an unsolicited desire. The only thing that one could remember is love. But, is love always true?

Trisha was the symbol of truth, her eyes reflected the love, her voice re-emitted about the respect which she had for him. He was now everything for her, whatever he said used to speak was the most important thing for her. In a span of less than two months, her life was flocculated with him all around. She was very sensitive, the purest species that could ever exist on this planet. She never used to talk much with anyone else; she had a sea of feelings for him. The truthfulness of her love was scattered all around her, her room used to speak, of him. Each and every wall of her dorm was glossed with his pictures. Her study table had a photo-frame, which reflected an image of him. Her diary was now mostly filled with articles related to him.

Arush on the other side was well aware about her love. He knew that she just can’t live without him, for him she was just like any other girl into his life, any other girl which he enjoyed passing his time with. Any other girl, who he was passionate about, you, took wrong, not passionate about her love, but about her body. He used to show his love, but was that true love for him? He used to show his emotion, but they were all fake for him. He knew that he was smart enough to blend a girl, he knew, that girls love to spent time with him. He just wanted one thing from Trisha, and that was her body. He did not have soul to understand her feelings, her emotions and her soul.

When someone is in love, deep love with someone, everything seems to be correct. One evening she was in his place, they both were talking to each other, she was holding his hand tightly, when he moved near her and looked into her eyes. He had a question, and her eyes answered to that question, affirmatively. And then they were closer and closer.

“I love you, baby”-he said, moving the hand down from her face to her neck.

“I love you too, hun.”-she replied.

She was responding to his every action, she was smiling shyly. With every most the temptation was growing within her, the passion was rising in both of them. That was the night which gave a new definition to her love. She had found her man today, Arush was now his god.

And that was the night for him, to fulfill his desires, his lust, a night that he was hopping for many days.

After that night he completely changed his attitude for her, he did not showed his love to her any more, he didn’t , he begun to avoid her phone calls, giving the reason of his work, he stopped responding to her messages, he gave away his interest from talking her over the night. All in all, he began to show his disinterest in her.

For her, it was all a populous, shock, she, missed the beautiful evenings that she had spent with him, she missed the central park, where they used to sit and chat for hours together. She was constantly losing herself, she had already lost herself, in Arush’s love, and now she was losing her love, her energy, her carrier and ultimately her life.

One day, she went to her place, to know the reason for his behavior, but he was not there. So she dropped a message, on a piece of paper.

The lines in the message were-“I love you! You are the only person which I’d ever loved in my life. I cannot expect my life without you. Shocked to see you getting away from me, suddenly, without any reason. Want to meet you, will be waiting at central park, on Sunday, in the central park at 7 in the morning.”

The central park was located one end of the canal; it was the most effluent and romantic place one could ever imagine in his or her life. Over the canal there was a small bridge, which was not very long, but it added an incandescent beauty to the place. Tingling in the beauties of the morning suburbs the park looked more beautiful. She reached the place, at 6:30 in the morning, she hope to see the morning again, a morning of glory in her life. But time surpassed, the clock, moved ahead from the ping of ‘7’, she was looking all around, but he didn’t come, within every passing minute her smile was fading away, but still she hoped, and her hope rose when she saw him coming towards her. He was wearing a white shirt, which gifted her. Within the next minute, he was near her.

“Sorry for the delay Trisha, but I would like to inform you that I’ve lost my interest in you, I do not feel anything for you anymore. I cannot be in a relationship with you any more; I hope that you would not mind it and move on in life. I am sorry if I had hurt you.”

After saying this, Arush started to leave from that place. Trisha was filled with tears; she never imagined such a reply from Arush.

The sun was just out now, rising to its full; a triumphant amalgam of red and orange hues. With a heavy heart and heavier steps she walked through the park, trying to chase him, enjoying beneath her unclothed feet the wetness of the night’s dew. A little ahead, she could see some early risers on their routine drills; their stomp-stomp on the red earth powdering the dawn in a surreal hazes. A mild wind breezed through her curls sending a soft tickle across her face. She fondly remembered the many moments when those loving hands had caressed her hair just like the wind…….she then immediately reproached herself for letting her thoughts wander to the past. With each second and every step she was now aware of the fact that it was all over and her chase are just an apology, an apology for her love. A love which she thought to be true, but was actually fake. She came to the bridge; she was hearing the sound of the occasional gurgling of the water in the canal. Even the birds which hitherto chirped incessantly had decided to leave her alone. She had now reached the one edge of the bridge, but he was now on the other edge. In her full volume, she shouted, standing on the place,-“Please stop Arush, I love you, if you won’t, I’ll die.”

That was what she could speak, she felt herself choked, and the blowing wind now just seemed to be hissing through her life, as if they are also trying to slap her. The wind hit her, and in a moment use to leave her, similar to what was done by Arush.

He was there, at the other end of the bridge, hearing her voice, he stopped on seeing her. “I am sorry”, he said, “we can’t go any further”. He looked at her expecting a reply. But she didn’t have one. She had known this was coming. She turned away her face, when she looked back again, he was gone. That evening someone reported the body of a young girl lying on the banks of the canal.