The Unspoken.... Short Story Series (Part-2)

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It was a treat every day for next 1 month seeing her dance. She was so good at it that I fell for her every time I saw her perform for I knew this was the real Disha, my Disha. A day before the Annual Function, everyone was busy preparing for their performance, I being a nerd was out of the league. Costumes, decorations, dance, music, lights, anchors, everybody was in chaos and here I was waiting for my love to come up and perform. I was moving in the corridor when I heard someone screaming. I rushed towards the direction to see what happened. The music was loud so it was hard to locate the source but somehow I managed to reach to the place. It was Disha, she was crying, I saw Karan at the other end of the classroom with blood on his face. Apparently Disha might have hit her, I went close to them to see what had happened.

Me: “Disha, are you…, are you fine?”, I had seen her cry for the first time and my heart was throbbing.

Disha: “He…. He tried to kiss me... I..I hit him.. because he…” she was out of words, probably scared of what had just happened. I was in great anger, how anyone could dare touch my Disha and hurt her.

Me: “How dare you, you bastard.. Don’t yo-

Karan: “Hold on man, don’t you know her, she was hitting on me and when I told her that I was loyal to my girl this is what she did.” What he said made no sense to me as I knew that Disha was being plotted,

Me: “Listen Karan, I know you and what you intend, if you ever try to come close to her again, I swear on God I will hit you on your face and you will regret that for the rest of your life.”

Karan: “Easy man, why are you being outrageous, did she hit on you too, you know how these girls are right. Bloody bitch!”

I moved to hit Karan but Disha held my hand to stop me “Stop Rahul, please, I don’t want anyone to fight because of me.” Karan left and I and Disha stood there. Disha was crying in front of me, this was for the first time that I saw her from so close or the first time that we ever talked. I wanted to hold her, kiss her on her forehead and say everthing is just going to be fine and that I trusted her. I wanted to do so much and still I wanted to do nothing but just be with her in the moment.

Me: “It’s Ok Disha, you don’t need to cry because of the morons like him. He is an asshole and everybody knows that.”

Disha: “Thank you Rahul, I just don’t know what to say, I just want to go home now.” She took her bag and left, I didn’t know what to do so I started following her.

Me: “Hey, I thought it was better to accompany you. You see even I am not interested in the Annual Function”

Disha was quiet thoughout the way, we didn’t talk much but I enjoyed walking with her. I tried to play goofy just to make her smile and every time she did, my heart skipped a beat. We reached her home and I bid her goodbye. That walk was one of the best walks of my life, we didn’t say much but I guess it was the unspoken that spoke. Next day was the function that went quite well. The later day I went to school only to encounter the mess that was already created. The news of Disha hitting on Karan spread along with the news of her having relationship with me to top that. I did not know what was happening so I searched for Disha first. She did not come to school that day, apparently she was aware of the news beforehand. The rumour spread like wild fire thrashing every single bit of her respect into the air. I knew sitting quiet was not going to help it. I had already indulged in fights with a handful of boys who called her names. It became impossible for me to take the burden of what she might be thinking of me. I waited for the next day and then the next day and then the next for about a week until she showed up. After a wait of a week, seeing her was like rain in the barren land. I desperately wanted to reach out to her and talk to her but I chose to wait. In lunch I told her to meet me in the garden next to our school. We got finished with the school and then as planned I headed towards the garden. She was already there waiting for me.

Me: “hey.. hi. I am sorry I’m late, actually I got stuck in th-

Disha: “What do you want from me? Haven’t you done enough for me so far. You are The worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

I world crashed down into pieces listening to this. I lost all my senses and I didn’t know hoe to react.

Me: “Look Disha, I know what happened was wrong but I had no id-“

Disha: “You have done the harm that you could and I never want to see your face again. Just get lost and never come back.”

I could not understand what went wrong with her but certainly she was taking me wrong. I had no words to explain myself and I didn’t wish to hurt her any further so I chose to get away from her. Her smile was like the island floating in the sea of my world and to save that world I would have sacrificed everything.
That was the last day we ever talked. Soon after, our final exams came near and everybody got engaged with their studies. The last place where I could see her was also coming to an end. Probably this was how it was supposed to finish. I was so carried away by whatever happened that I realised the need to bring my life on track. Recalling all those beautiful times of seeing her smile, watching her dance and feeling her presence pacified me. I got engaged in my studies and scored quite well in my boards. Soon after, I got selected in a renowned university for my higher education. Last day in the town, I wished to see her one last time. Knowing the fact that she never wants to see me again, I held my wish to meet her. But I still went there, the classroom where I first saw her, the place where we first talked, the spot where I used to see her dance, all these places still held her feeling with them and my heart started blossoming again. I could feel her in the air and essence made me long to see her even more. And then in the end I went to the garden where it all ended. I sat there for a while, felt her with me, thought of her smile that brings me life. She is the sunshine that lights the darkest of my days and she is the most beautiful of all. I hold a lot more than I could ever tell her, that walk to her home with those unspoken words; I don’t know if she’ll ever know how much I loved her. Well I won’t mind even if she doesn’t. I don’t need a reason to love her and neither do I need her to know that I love her because loving someone is seeing them smile and leaving no stones unturned for them and I’m glad I chose to do the same. Maybe this was the end with all those unspoken words; and maybe this was my story…………..