Few Things Left Unsaid (6 page)

She looked at me. She was surprised to see me so close to her. I whispered in her ears almost kissing them.

“Your top has moved up”. Before she could adjust it, I touched her top and adjusted it. This was the first time I touched her. My heart was beating at abnormal speed. She blushed but did not say anything, as we were not alone. Her blush made me crazy. She was the perfect one. I started  loving her too much. She was too good for me.

Practical began at 2pm.Applied mechanics. It was held in a small classroom. I sat with Riya.

Thakur sir explained to us something about trusses. I was not interested in trusses. I was interested in shapes and curves. I was sitting beside my love. My wife. I asked her.

“When did we married? Do you remember?”

“Shut up Aadi.We are in a practical.”

I loved when she called me Aadi. It gave me a feeling that she loved me more than I did. I really wished she did.

“So what. As if, you are learning something productive or as if, you have interest in learning those mechanics. Bull shit they are.”

“Aadi, it’s a tough subject. We won’t be able to clear if we don’t study”

“Leave it yaar; I have joined classes on Saturdays. Why to worry. I will teach you.”

“Ok fine. What do you want to ask.” she replied

“Do you remember when we got married?”

“Funny, we are not married. We are just friends.”

“What yaar, you always ignore. Let it be. Concentrate on mechanics.”

She gave me a sweet smile after this discussion, which said it all. Maybe she was afraid of accepting that she loved me. I wanted to find the reason. However, I could not.

I always wanted to tell her how much I admired her. I always want to tell her whenever she would be upset I would hold her tight. I always wanted to hang out with her. Play with her hair. Pick her up, tickle her and
wrestle with her. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand and
 
kiss her. Give her piggyback rides, Push her on swings. Tell her
she looked beautiful. When she was sad, I wanted to stay on the phone with her, even if
she was not saying anything. I wanted to look into her eyes
and smile. Kiss her on her forehead. I wanted to kiss her in the rain. I wanted to tell her all these things.

We started appreciating each other in every possible way we could. She used to appreciate my dressing if I looked nice. I used to do the same. I always used to tell her that she looked beautiful in red and black.She use to wear those colours often. She liked blue and black on me. Even green sometimes. These were sweet moments that we shared along. Sameer, Swapnil, Anup had taken a back. Its not that I avoided them. However, Riya and I were always in our dream world. Talking about marriage, teasing each other. It was fun. She never took it seriously. I always did. But never told her.

All my friends started teasing us. They used to call us
made for each other couple
. It was never serious from their side either. I was living the best days of my life. The days, which would be remembered for a long time.
I STARTED LIKING ENGINEERING IN THE PROCESS
.

We decided to bunk college and just hang out in the canteen. Actually we were not in a mood to sit for lectures.Sameer also joined us. We ordered cold drinks and snacks.Riya was looking very beautiful that day in orange and yellow salwaar kameez..It Looked beautiful on her.She looked like a perfect wife.

“Let’s play a game.” Sameer said.

“Which game? Are you crazy to play games in the canteen?” I replied.

“Truth or dare. What say” he asked all of us. We all looked at each other and agreed to play.Sameer started telling us the rules of the game. It was something different. Who ever gets truth would confess something about his life in his style. Moreover, who ever gets dare would have to write all assignments and experiments of his wish. Not only his assignments but for all of us. It seemed interesting to me. I had already decided what I was going to do if it was truth to me. I wished it was not dare. It would have been a tough week, writing all assignments.

“Sameer, spin the bottle” Riya said.

Sameer did it. Round and round. I wished it was me. I wanted to do something different. I was listening to fm also at the same time. And I had decided whichever song it would play I would dedicate it to Riya.

The bottle stopped at Sameer. We all decided to give him dare so that he would write all the assignments for us. Majority of electronics made civil suffer. He agreed. Infact he had to agree. It was his rule.

The next time bottle stopped at Riya.I gave her truth. Now it was her turn to confess. I was waiting for her to say something that could take our relation to next level.

“I don’t have anything to confess. Still let me tell you something. I am originally from Borivli.Western Mumbai.I did my schooling there. I shifted here due to my dad’s business in Navi Mumbai. It was difficult for me to settle here in Aerol.It was a different life there. I had to change my way of dressing here. I also have a younger brother named Ameya. I call him
bachh
a, he is my life. My parents tell me that I have to look after his education later on. Moreover, I am very possessive about Shah Rukh Khan. I love him a lot. If any one says anything about him it makes me crazy.”

She looked at us. We applauded her. I really started respecting her more. Not because she loved Shah Rukh Khan but because she loved her brother so much. She was perfect. She was my wife. I said to myself.

This time the bottle stopped at me.Swapnil gave me truth. I had decided what I would do. I just put my earphones on. I had 2300 nokia mobile. I switched on the radio. Searched for all channels for a nice song. And I got the song, which could be dedicated to her.

“I am dedicating a song to Riya.Specially for Riya...”

Everyone started with ooo’s and aaa’s and Riya blushed. I started singing the song…

Lagta hai yeh kyu mujhe….sadiyo se chahu tujhe….

Lagta hai yeh kyu mujhe….sadiyo se chahu tujhe….

mere sapno me aake…..mujko apna banake….

Mujpe tu kar ehsaan….jiya dhadak dhadak …jiya dhadak dhadak jaaye…

Wow. She had the best smile ever. And everyone clapped loudly…

“So sweet. You are my best friend. Thanks a lot.”Riya was very happy.

I wanted her to realise how much I loved her. I needed a shoulder to lean on, for listening patiently to my personal problems. I wanted her to realise she was the only girl who excited and thrilled me. When I was with her, I felt like I was out of control! When I was with her, I felt no fear, not even one. I admit that I have fallen for her.

“Are you in love with her?” Swapnil asked me when we went to order a sandwich

“Yes, I am in love with her. I am crazy about her,” I replied.

“Then go and tell her. I think she loves you too. I was observing her reaction when you were singing a song.”

“Maybe she loves me. However, I am not sure. Lets see.”

We had snacks.Riya was blushing all the time. This was the first time I saw her blush so much. If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up everyday, with the warmth of her lips on my cheeks, the touch of her fingers on my skin, and the feel of her heart beating with mine...I was deeply in love. This feeling never came with anyone. And I was sure it wouldn’t come with anyone in future also. I wanted to say to her that “
I love you Riya”…

10
^th
November. The prelim exams started. The first paper was Applied chemistry. I was blank. I was unaware of syllabus also.Riya's roll no was 33 and mine was 36. She got a seat in front of me. There were four students in each row. I didn’t know a single word. The proffesor started distributing papers. I requested Riya to show me whatever she was writing. I just wanted to write something on the answer paper. I was looking at the question paper. There were five questions of 10 marks each. I was seeing the questions for the first time. I was not surprised. I had never studied earlier.Riya started writing. I was constantly whispering in her ears to show me. After writing one page, she passed on the paper to me. I started copying whatever she had written. She had answered two questions. I gave her paper back after sometime. The proffessor never noticed these things. I just checked whatever I had written. I did not understand anything. I just left. Everyone started smiling as I was leaving in about 20 to 25 minutes.

I went outside the college to chacha’s tapri. I  lit a cigarette and was thinking about Riya. We had known each other only for a couple of weeks and she already had me completely and totally to herself. I didn’t even want to think about being with anyone else. I thought that if I could keep myself busy, I would be okay, but I can't forget and I'm not okay. I am so overwhelmed by my feelings for her. I need to hear her voice always. I need to feel her touch always. I was madly in love with her. I wanted to tell her that she was everything to me. She was the one for me. I just could not imagine her with anyone else. I was becoming possessive.

However, did she think in the same way? What if she loved someone else? No, she didn’t love any one she had said that day. But what if she was lying. No, she would not lie; I could see the love in her eyes for me. I could feel her love towards me. But was it true love? What was it? I had to know everything. I could not wait like this. What if she rejected me? What if she didn’t want anything beyond friendship?

All thoughts were running in my mind. I left the tapri and started moving towards college. I wanted to shout all the way.
I love you Riya. I  can’t imagine my life without you. I love you a lot

            
14
^TH
NOVEMBER- A DAY TO REMEMBER

                  
S
aturday evening I was just chilling out. Playing games on my pc.I logged on gmail chat.Riya was online.

ME: hi, whats up?

Riya: nothing special was just checking mails.

ME: important mails?

Riya: no yaar, just casual ones.

ME: so what’s up with my wife? How was her day?

Riya: what wife re, I am not your wife.

ME: you are my wife.
tujhe dekh dekh sona
….

Riya: tell me one thing seriously, will you?

ME: carry on. I will try

Riya: do you just joke or are you serious?

ME: regarding what, MY WIFE thing?

Riya: ya exactly.

ME: what you think? Am I joking or am I serious?

Riya: I think you are joking. Seems so.

ME: shall I tell you frankly?

Riya: Yes, I want to know what is in your mind.