Old Memories

Point of View: Amayra

When everyone left I was sitting alone in my room. I had tried to sleep but couldn’t. Old memories were drifting me towards the time in which I was happy although for a while.

Five years ago:

I was a freshman and very new to the college environment. The college was far from our house so my parents put me in a hostel. I had to share my room with two other girls too, Poorvi and Mayra. Luckily they both were my age and had the same course as mine. so we didn’t only share the dorms but all classes. I was happy.

The next day, we went to our classes. It was nothing special but only an introduction. So, there were very few students and we were free from classes sooner. So, we decided to go to the cafeteria before going to our room. That's where I saw him, Karan. We will look at each other until Mayra called me and get me out of my dreamy world. Then we ordered coffee. I sat facing back on his side. Until I finished my coffee, I was feeling his gaze on my back. Mayra and Shruti noticed that, but they didn’t say anything.

When we reached the room they were overexcited. Poorvi, “ did you see that boy in the cafeteria? He was watching Amayra continuously as he is going to kidnap her and take her far away.”

I just rolled my eyes at her statement. I was expecting Mayra that she will say something to stop Shruti. But she was the worst when she opened her mouth.

“ I didn’t mind if he get Amayra into his muscular arms and kissed her passionately. I mean it can’t be denied that he wants to do much more to her. “ and winked at me. They both are overly dramatic.

I just sighed and without saying anything went towards my bed after changing my clothes. I just want to sleep over the excitement I was feeling. But I couldn’t shake it. He was taking over my all thoughts.

I was just thinking about his dark blue eyes as they hypnotized me. His muscular body of a Greek god and the confidence and smirk on his face. Made him exceptional.

Present time:

The next day, when I got up from bed, I did the first thing I always do whenever I can’t think straight. Texting my best friends Poorvi and Mayra. Mayra was in New York and Poorvi was in Delhi after marriage whereas Mayra was still single and went to New York with her family. But still, we were in touch. But still, we were in touch.

I also sent my engagement picture to both of them. As expected, when they saw the image they immediately called and took me to the conference. Both sounded astonished and worried too. Because they knew about the mental and emotional trauma I had undergone after that incident.

And I told them everything about our encounter and what we said to each other. They were not shocked at all. They were just cursing him, but my mind was occupied by the things the future held for me.

The next day my parents talked to Rajesh's uncle and his parents. And they fixed our marriage in the next month. And the time flew. Mayara and Poorvi came a week before marriage. They knew that I want them very badly. Sometimes, when I was about to do something bad my temper always kept me and my mind together.

The day of Shgun arrived, we reached the palace. I asked for not a big marriage but some marriage ceremonies were essential. we invited just our close family members and friends so there was no rush of people.

I have to be in a separate room until the Pooja is finished with the groom. There was a big window through that I can see the small lawn clearly where the sitting and eating arrangements for guests were arranged.

Mumma papa and my elder sister with her husband and baby all were inside in pooja. Mayra and Shruti were worried. As for me, I was feeling nothing.

Suddenly my eyes fell on his younger sister, Krisha. He told me about her when we were together. He adores her so much. He always cares for her. I didn’t know if she knew me or not. But I knew her very well because of Karan.

After some time I have to go downstairs for other customs. They made me sit beside him. I was having butterflies in my stomach as he looked at me. After the ceremony was completed, all the family members were on stage and they carried us with them for a couple of dances. It was not the first time we were dancing together. I always loved slow couple dance. This dance reminded me of that time years ago, when Karan threw a surprise birthday party for me.

Point Of View: Karan

We were dancing very slowly. Her right hand was in my left hand and the other on my shoulder. I was feeling her soft skin against me. I was feeling my soul is alive again after many years. I was feeling the heat between us when she looked at me.

After a while, she looked down and I rest my chin on her head inhaling the sweet smell of her hair. It was still as sweet as before. For a while, we were reliving our moment.

The whole room seemed empty as no one is there, no music. Nothing but just us. Then we came out from our world with hooting done by both sides. And we are apart from each other. There was a tense air between us. This seemed so good, so right. As it was meant to be. We were meant to be together.

After the ceremony, we went to our houses. I made excuse for tiredness and went straight to my room. What I was feeling right now was a feeling that I had buried under me a long time ago.

** Hello Everyone, I hope you all enjoying this story. after this chapter, the past relationship between Amayra and Karan will be described.**

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