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Yours Unfaithfully
Forever
Some things Are Not Best To Left Unsaid
Hrithik Verma
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(Since 2011)
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Dedication
vUunkrk Hk;=krk fo|knkrk rFkSo pA
tfurk pksiusrk p i¥~pSrs firj% Ler̀k%AA
Who could be considered a father? 1> One who feeds
you i.e. provides food 2> One who keeps you away from
fear 3> One who educates 4> one who caused the birth
(biological) 5> One who performs the sacred thread
ceremony.
These five qualify to be called "father".
This book is dedicated to the one who fulfils all his
duties as a father. I am sorry for not being the ideal son
but I will make sure to live the life you dreamed for me.
I always thought I had a hard life but my hardships
are nothing in comparison of your hardships which you
went through in order to get me to where I started.
I dedicated this book to the creature who
undoubtedly taught me the invaluable lessons of life by
nurturing my soul and enthusiastically provided all
means for growth and upliftment.
Thank you papa……………you will always be
missed
A self experience note-
Treats your parents with loving care, you will only
know their value when you see their empty chair.
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Late Mr. Jagdish Chandra Verma
The very reason for my existence
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About The Author
THE AUTHOR-HRITHIK JAGDISH
VERMA IS A MARKETING
PROFESSIONAL AND HOLDER OF
B.B.A AND M.B.A DEGREE IN
MARKETING. THE AUTHOR WAS
BORN AND BOUGHTUP IN
HALDWANI, A PLACE NEAR TO
NAINITAL DISTRICT IN UTTRAKHAND INDIA AND
HE IS A BEER AFICIONADO. THE AUTHOR
STARTED HIS CARRIER FROM SINGAPOUR AS A
BANKER AND CURRENTLY WORKING IN DUBAI IN
A MULTINATIONAL BANK. THIS BOOK IS HIS
FIRST BOOK AND HIS SECOND BOOK “FLA-
FRUSTATED LOVER ASSOCIATION” WILL BE DUE
TO PUBLISHED IN NOVEMBER 2017. THE PASSION
WHICH HE INCLINED FOR WRITING ACTUATES
HIMSELF TO BE AN AUTHOR. THE AUTHOR WANTS
TO BE A PHILANTHROPIST IN LIFE AND
SUPPORTED VARIOUS NGO’S.
YOU CAN CONTACT AUTHOR AT-
https://www.facebook.com/indominent007
indominent007@gmail.com
SEND YOUR REVIEWS AT –
yoursunfaithfullyforever@gmail.com
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Acknowledgement
I am thankful for quite of the few peoples who somehow
impel me to quit my banking carrier and making me a
struggler all over again.
FIRST OF ALL I AM THANKFUL TO THE ONE WHO
GUIDED AND MOTIVATES ME WHENEVER I WAS
IN DILEMMA”MY MOTHER” AS WITHOUT HER
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND SUPPORT I NEVER
WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO ACHIEVE
WHATEVER LITTLE I HAVE TODAY. I AM
THANKFUL TO MY LATE FATHER WHO ALWAYS
MENTORED ME IN LIFE AND ALWAYS WISHES
BEST FOR ALL MY ENDEAVOURS. I AM THANKFUL
TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER “MAYANK” WHO
LIKE ALWAYS STANDS BESIDES ME WHENEVER
ANY TORMENT ARISES IN MY LIFE.
I AM THANKFUL TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO
ALWAYS SUPPORTED MY FRACAS WITH EQUAL
EBULLIENCE.I AM THANKFUL TO ALL MY
TEACHERS AND MY GURU “NEEM KIROLI BABA”
WHO ALWAYS ESCORTED ME FROM MY
TURBALANCE TIMES WITH THEIR
KNOWLWDGE AND POWER.LAST BUT NOT
THE LEAST I AM THANKFUL FOR ALL THE
ALMIGHTIES FOR ALL THEIR BLESSINGS AND
BLISSFULNESS WHICH THEY SHOWERD UPON
ME.PARTICULARLY I AM THANKFUL TO
“MOHAMMED SHAHBAZ” AND HIS WIFE “AALIA
MOHAMMED SHAHBAZ” WHO HELPS ME
UNCONDITIONALLY DURING MY VICISSITUDE. I
AM THANKFUL TO “DEV PRAKASH CHAUHAN”
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WHO EMBOLDENED ME TO WRITE THIS BOOK. I
AM THANKFUL TO “MRS. SHWETA BHATI
CHAUHAN” WHO INCESSANTLY PROVIDES
SUCCOR WITHOUT EVEN ASKING.
I AM THANKFUL FOR ALL MY HARDSHIP AND
STRUGGLE WHICH I WENT THROUGH IN LIFE
WHICH ULTIMATLY BECOMES THE FOUNDING
STONE OF THIS BOOK. I AM ALSO THANKFUL FOR
ALL THE PEOPLES WHO NEVER THOUGHT I
COULD EVER BE SOMETHING IN THIS LIFE AS
THEIR SEMPITERNAL INCLINATION SOMEHOW
BECOMES THE BIGGEST MOTIVATION FOR ME.
SPECIAL THANKS- SANDEEP JOSHI, SANJAY
VERMA, MAHESH BOORE, DIGVIJAY JAISWAL,
PUSHPENDRA TIWARI, AMIT KUMAR, KAMAL
PANDEY,DIVIT CHOUDHRY,PRASHANT VERMA,
DHANRAJ, SHUBHANSHU, VINOD, ROHIT AND
MANY OTHERS WHO ALWAYS PERPETUALLY
GALVANIZE ME TO BE WHAT I WANT TO BE.
I AM ALSO UNTHANKFUL TO FEW THINGS AS
WITHOUT THEM THIS BOOK MIGHT HAVE
PUBLISHED FEW YEARS BACK, I AM
UNTHANKFUL TO MY LAZYNESS OF WRITING, I AM
UNTHANKFUL TO MY LAST JOB WHICH
RELENTLESSLY PUT OBSTACLES WHILE WRITING
THIS BOOK, I AM UNTHANKFUL TO ALL THE
PEOPLE’S WHO USED TO MAKES FUN OF ME AS
NOW ALL OF YOU HAS TO FIND SOME ONE ELSE
TO MOCK WITH AND I WILL SURELY NOT MISSES
YOUR PRESENCE.
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Author’s Note
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man
who never reads lives only one.”
First of all I would like to thank all the readers who
opted to read this book, I am grateful to you all for
espousing this unknown writer‟s debut work and I am
promising you in advance that when you finished
reading the last page you all will not feel disillusionment
with your decision.
I am not a professional writer so mistakes are bound
to be happen but as I am a professional banker I am quite
sure the investment which you will put in this book by
buying or reading will be lot lesser than the return which
you get when you fold the book after reading.
I always aspire to be a writer and to achieving my
passion I waited almost 30 years and because of this
only I requested each of my reader don‟t to waste further
time for pursuing your passion and just go and do it and
don‟t think about the outcome. The story “Yours
unfaithfully forever “is an apocryphal story and the
characters which I used is completely fictional, if any
similarities arises than it will be a pure serendipity.
I put a lot of labor to make this book a “good
book” to read and also make a lot of sacrifices in terms
of money and time so anyone who don‟t like this book
kindly took this book as a mental excises as a great
writer Mr. Richard steele once said “Reading is to the
mind which is exercise to the body”.
This book which you all holding on your hand is a
long overdue dream and I am thankful to all my friends,
family and readers to make this dream a reality. I
sincerely hope all my travail, drudgery and toiling which
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I goes through for writing this book must be paid off
with the unconditional love and support of you all. I
wishes all the very best to all my readers and if even a
single person started passionately to chase his/her
dreams after reading this book than the very first motive
of writing this book will be fulfilled. I proffered you all
to the fictional world which I created with my
imagination and bids you all to „happy nostalgia‟ with
this powerful quote on passion- “a person can succeed at
almost anything for which they have unlimited
enthusiasm”.
Yours faithfully
Hrithik Jagdish Verma
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Prologue
“Where the hell is your presentation?” Mr. Thomas
shouted loudly in vexation, “sir it will be ready in an
hour, I promised” I said slowly to avoid any more
confrontation with my senior manager, “it better be” Mr.
Thomas somehow manages his outrage and warned
soberly and added “I am noticing for quite some time
you are not in your usual self, is there anything
wrong?”, there was some fake concern showing clearly
in his voice but to end the discussion I decided not to go
deep and said “ no sir, everything is alright, the
presentation will be at your desk by 12:00 pm”, I said
and left Mr. Thomas cabin without noticing his facial
gestures.
Today is the first day of November of the year
2013, the place is Dubai and despite of having some
relaxation from the as usual hot and humid temperature I
am fuming and livid, not because of my British manager
Mr. Thomas scolding {I am getting paid for all this
lambasting, and getting handsomely} but because of
sandeep‟s whatsapp message.
I knew this thing has to happen but I did not know
that it will happens so promptly, „hmm, sanjay was
indeed right then, he was not joking‟ I thought while
having a deadly combo of cigarette and coffee, though I
was busy and I have to complete my unfinished „know
your customer‟ presentation but due to this one message
in whatsapp I was not able to concentrate on anything.
After some deep thinking and some strong puffs I
returns at my seat to complete the unfinished business,
“let‟s have another look at it” I said to myself and opens
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my whatsapp chat of sandeep who had sent me a picture
of a marriage card, the marriage card was of kavya, yes
kavya my first and only love, she will be marrying to
sanjay, yes sanjay my best friend of once upon a time.
They will tie nuptials on 25th November 2013 in
haldwani, yes haldwani-my birth city which also
witnesses my first ever love story.
“I had said earlier do something or suffer” dev in
his evergreen Midas touch said while hugging me
tightly, we both were drinking liquor nonstop from the
evening to celebrate „nothingness of my life‟, “can I do
something now?” I asked a question in which my life
seems to be depends. “Too late, forgive and forget that
all you can do” dev said impulsively without giving
much importance to my present state of mind, “what if
…..” I wanted to say some solution but dev breaks me in
between and said “no if no but, your love is marrying
your best friend and you have to live with it, now is the
perfect time to move on”.
Dev was indeed right, I was the one who is
responsible for all the havocs of my life and this time I
have to let it go everything that holding me back, „sach
hai ki dil to dukha hai, humne magar socha hai, dil ko
hai gum kyu aankh hai nam kyu hona hi tha jo hua hai‟
the song from kal ho na ho was playing in youtube and
all I was doing while holding my 4th can of beer was
making a flashback of my story, a story which has every
ingredient to be exceptional but unfortunately will end
on a negative note.
I am a very average looking person who lacks in
confidence but never show that thing in front of others,
despite of all low esteem I still doing good in regard to
my life, I am an assistant team leader in Barclays group
head office in Dubai which I can say I earn with my hard
work and most importantly having all my good friends
around me. The story starts in 2002 when I was 17 years
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old and had just pass 10th exam by obtaining 48%
marks.
My friend annu‟s father promised to gift him the
bike if he manages to score 1st division, I told the same
thing to my father Mr. Jagdish Chandra verma and he
promised me the same thing. After getting promises
from our respective father‟s annu just abandoned the
whole friend group which consist of friends like dhanraj,
sandeep, sanjay and many more. As for me the things
remain the same, I along with other friends went
swimming, mountaineering and lot of other activities, all
these jollifications resulted in that annu scores 75%
marks in 10th board exams and got the bike on the same
day as of result and I just ran away to my uncle‟s house
located in the hilly region of ranikhet.
I only came back after my parents settles their anger
with me and accepted my 2nd division with dignity. My
parents love‟s me unconditionally and because of that I
was able to bought brand new bike “freedom” despite
getting very low marks.
Let me tell you about myself, I am hrithik verma,
son of an advocate father and a school teacher mother,
some of you might be surprised by my name and the
spelling of my name, actually when my parents enrolled
me in D.A.V public school located in haldwani in
uttrakhand{that time in uttar Pradesh} they named me
ankit ,I change my name from ankit to hrithik in class
9th after one of my school teacher “harsh sir” announces
in the class that those who are interested to change their
names they can change and just because to get some
attention from a girl I like I changed my name. In a way
I name myself, it‟s not like that I like hrithik roshan or
adore him, it was just like “kahoo naa pyaar hai” was
just recently released in the year 2000 and that was the
name strikes in my mind that time. I was of average
height that time, neither short nor long, with brown
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complexion, I was struggling with stammering and
because of the unwanted pauses in the single sentences I
was very low on confidence, Despite all this odd‟s
{which were only in my mind} I never show anything to
anyone about my confidence and low morale even to my
parents. I was a born charmer with good presence of
mind, funny in nature and god gifted ability to win
friends, I loved playing cricket as every other Indian and
was a wicket keeper batsman.
I always admire rahul dravid and try to play like
him which is literally impossible. Our gang was very big
as I was a known figure in my school life, average
learner, and average student but with abundance of joy
and life. That was me, infect this is me and always will
be like this only.
Due to the love for Hindi cinema, I was waiting to
be fall in love with the girl of my dreams and hoping that
someday some where I will meet my soul mate. The
little did I knew that the place for falling in love will be
my own school and the time will be when I just entered
class 11th.
I was totally filmy in nature, I was and is and will
be always a great movie buffer so it‟s not strange if I
was thinking of a love story with twists, turns, ups and
downs and guess what my story with the girls of my
dreams have so many twists and turns that even jalebi
{one Indian sweet dish} looks straight in front of this.
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Act 1
School Romance
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(1)
“So late on the first day itself” Leela mam said
derisively, “sorry mam but my tire got busted” I gave
erroneous reply slowly to look innocent, “same age old
excuse, at least comes up with some innovative excuse
this year” leela mam said waspishly and added without
even waited for my answer “this is not the first time you
are doing this, you are a perennial late comer, either
shape yourself up or shape out”, “mam it will never
happen again” I said downheartedly to gain some sort of
sympathy from her.
Leela mam didn‟t reply anything to my phony
promise but only saw me with red blooded eyes and it
was enough for both of us {for myself and for prashant}
to understand what will happen if we did not shape
ourselves up, “Welcome to the new session, the coming
two years will determine your future so study hard” leela
mam said enthusiastically, “the same thing she said
when I was in class 8th and believe you me nothing sort
of determination happens” I whispers to prashant who
was quite busy in checking new girls out.
The school opens on 8th of July 2002 for a new
session, friends of more than a decade got separated as
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few intellectuals took science, some left the school and
people like me took commerce{ though that was the best
decision of my life}.
Many new faces also join the fairly new class of
commerce, and in among unknown faces one was
“kavya mahadeva”, she was the daughter of retired army
man who recently got shifted from Dehradoon to
Haldwani. On the first day itself, when I saw her for the
first time, I feel something inside my heart for her, my
heart was beating furiously and for some strange reason
I was nervous also. I did not bring any pen as usual for
myself and though I can ask for it from anyone, I
decided to ask from her who by god grace sitting right
next to me although in a different bench.
“Do you have extra pen? I forget to bring” I ask
hesitantly
“Let me check” She replied softly After some
exploration she gave one blue ball pen, I really wanted to
talk to her more and most importantly I wanted to know
her name as at that point of time I did not even know her
name but I was too jumpy.
I kept looking for an excuse to talk to her but I
don‟t know why I can‟t be able to gather the required
spunk, I was afraid as she clearly shows disinterest on
me while passing the pen and I was not in a state to
make a fool out of myself on a first day of the new class
itself.
Though I was not talking to her but I was constantly
gazing at her and with my experience of girls I can
surely say that she was very diligent, down to earth, and
has very beautiful eyes with a little mole on her left side
of forehead.
“Just pass this book to her” swati my rakhi sister
just like always ordered me but she rarely knows that I
was so happy for doing this thing for her, the name chit
on the brown paper reads “kavya mahadeva, class11th
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subject accounts book”, her simplicity blows me apart. I
don‟t remember when was the last time I asked my
mother to cover my books and copies with brown paper
and then here is the girl who is able to portray herself so
simply yet so attractive.
Although she was not the only girl who did that
with her books but actually the thing is when you like
someone you tend to start liking every little thing about
that person.
“Follow that scooter” I asked rajendra thuyal, my
friend who already had one pillion rider “sandeep joshi”
aka mamu {I still don‟t know why we started to call him
mamu but I think it‟s the beauty of childhood that we as
a human gave entirely new identity to our friend‟s} .
“Why what was the need?” asked mamu, “she is your
sister in law” I told him excitedly, and then comes some
unparliamentarily words from his mouth which I don‟t
think requires a need of mentioning.
We three followed kavya who was sitting on a
pillion seat with her father who was driving the age old
model of scoter with gujrat registration on it. After some
following I got to know that she lives nearby to our
school, might be 2 kilometre but the bad thing was that
my school was 6 kilometres from my house and her
home from my home would be around 8 kilometres that
was really quite far in terms of petrol consumption.
(2) Two months had passed and I was still afraid to have a
conversation with her, but my fear was only limited to
talking to her as I gazed her constantly from my seat
with the corner of my eyes and due to my liking for her I
never miss school, sometimes I even came to school
with high fever {I guess love is all about that only}.
Few of my friends knows that I like her and
somehow they all start teasing her with my name and all
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this things resulted in that now the whole class knows
that I like her and the worst part was that she knows it
too.
Every time she came to class every friend of mine
started calling my name which makes the matter worse
for me, because of all this unwanted promotion I cannot
be her normal friend now as I thought she might feel
awkward to talking to me and I even fears she might be
chided me if I ever tries to speak to her.
“ Pick up is stupendous” dhanraj said, dhanraj was
the caption of our class cricket team, he was and still is
a very good cricketer, just like his name he was rich and
was very famous in our school and I had known him for
around 8 years and we were very good friends { and still
is}“Let‟s roam around” dhanraj said while pointing his
fingers towards my new bike „freedom‟, “It‟s already
3:30 pm and we have an account tuition don‟t forget
that” I reminded him, “we will go nearby only” he said
and convinced me and we started our journey.
After 45 minutes of wandering we reached our
tuition, still we had another 45 minutes for our tuition so
he drives the bike to the place which was just opposite to
our tuition place and had a railway line, we both stands
there and I don‟t know how and why, a very strange idea
came in my mind.
“Let‟s race” I said while seeing one approaching
train coming from the opposite direction towards us,
Dhanraj too join the chorus and agreed. It was likes
aamir khan‟s movie scene { ghulaam} and without
thinking much in the blink of an eye we both ran
towards the train, though being a sportsman dhanraj was
quick but because of his sandals he was not able to run
fast and I was just sprinting towards the train.
We both jumps on the side ways when we saw
moving train come closure to us but the next thing we
saw after jumping that the train slowly stops. The place
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where train stops was not even the station nor there was
any platform, and to make matter worse we both jumps
on the opposite sides of the train tracks, therefore we
were unable to see each other.
We both started running to our respective directions
when I realize that dhanraj had parked my new bike just
close to the railway track and had also left the keys in it
only. After realizing this I went back and saw dhanraj
was already there with 4-5 railway guards. It was our
sheer bad luck that one very prominent figure of railway
department was travelling at that train and train was stop
because of his order.
We both got arrested { well kind of, as there were
no hand cuffs} and my new bike too got sealed and we
both along with railway guards sent to the last railway
station of Kumauni region “kathgodam” which was just
2 kilometres from our tuition.
The head guard there asked to both of us about our
names and fathers names and also specially asked for our
school name, the head guard took our respective father‟s
number and asked us to wait, we both started laughing as
we both really don‟t know what to do and what to
expect, we were still figuring out why the hell was train
stops.
We both were smirking when I saw dhanraj father
and started feeling some relaxation but our relaxation
was short lived as unexpectedly his father without
uttering any single word just bang him left right and
centre and kept on banging him till he got disappeared
from my eyes, seeing his father reaction I got scared and
was preparing myself to had the same thrashing but my
father came and spoke with the head guard, pays the fine
of rupees 5000 for releasing of my bike and very
casually asked me to go home, knowing my father I
knew he loves me a lot but I never expect this kind of
reaction from him.
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I came to my bed that night thinking about the
incident and decided lets bury the incident in the dust
and forgets about it.
“Hey your name is in the news paper” gaurav my
neighborhood friend said, “no way, how it can be?” I
replied surprisingly, “you along with dhammu ran
against the moving train, right” he said, “which paper?” I
asked hesitantly because inside my heart I knew
whatever gaurav was saying was right and now the cat
was already out of the bag. “Amar ujala” he answered
laughingly but as it was already 8 in the clock and I was
being late for the school which was as usual so I thought
to give a miss this reading till afternoon.
I reached my school and everyone knows about the
incident through the news paper, this was not the worst,
the worst has to come and it came during daily prayer
time of our school, when the prayer was over with shanti
path suddenly my school principal asked the whole
school to wait and he announced two names from the
mike “Hrithik Verma and dhanraj singh” of 11th
commerce please come to the podium. Dhanraj and I
looked at each other while we are standing in front of the
whole school and trying to controlling our laughs as we
really don‟t had any idea what will happen next, our
school principal did the impossible, he reads the whole
article from the newspaper‟ amar ujala‟ loudly in front of
the whole school and warns us not to repeat this foolish
kind of thing in the future.
By doing this he lets the whole school knows what
we did, although we both{ dhanraj and i} were not
feeling any shame or anything like this but I was really
concerned about what effect it will be have on
kavya{even though I knew she doesn‟t seem to care
enough}.
Something even more unimaginable happens after
two days when “times of India “ publishes an interview
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of aamir khan and there he appeals to the youth
especially taking dhanraj and my name not to perform
these stunts out there.
All these hysteria did two things for me, firstly I
will now never forget the date of purchasing of my first
bike and secondly this incidence makes me famed not
only in school but in the whole haldwani also.
(3) “Everyone has to complete their all work and should
submit their copies next Monday, those who fails to do it
should bring their parents” leela madam our class
teacher said this thing loud and clear to the whole class.
Forget about English copy I was not even having
any copy as since class 8th I used to do all my subjects
in one single notebook which we student generally
called “rough copy”, although even after listening the so
called warning from the most fearful teacher of our
school it did not affects me much .
I was cool and was continuing my day dreaming
about kavya and not to miss the constant gazing of her,
by that time I already started following kavya on my
bike when she rides bicycle back to her home after
school over‟s, Due to her bicycle I had to drive my bike
very slow but it hardly matters for me and even for my
childhood friend prashant who had joins our school this
year.
The constant rides to her locality helps me to
connect with different peoples of my age group only
who lives nearby to her place, due to the information
provided by them I was able to find her math‟s tuition
place and also the timings.
I can say it proudly that it becomes my daily ritual
to drop kavya home after school by following her and
also to drop her home from tuition again by following
her. I always follows her from a distance but it was not
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like that she don‟t knew about this, she knew as she saw
me every day but she never said anything and even never
ever gave any weird look.
After the deadline given by leela madam, next day
one relative of our school principal died and due to this
he announced one day of school holiday, I don‟t know
how at that day I came early to the school and like most
of the students got to know about the holiday only after
reaching school, the news makes me sad, not of the
demise but the news of the holiday. One thought
suddenly crops up in my mind, “sit fast” I asked to
prashant and then quickly rides my bike towards the
direction of kavya‟s house, I knew for sure that like
others she also doesn‟t have a clue about the holiday and
I really wanted to pass this information to her.
„This will be the only chance to have a talk with
her‟ I said it to myself and luckily I saw her coming
outside from her house, she was looking lovely like
always.
“Hey today is a holiday, principle relative was
dead, school will reopen tomorrow” I was practicing
these lines while driving and when her bicycle came
close I could not able to utter a single word and crossed
her without even looking at her, „I am a man, let say this
thing, it‟s not a big deal, I am only helping her, it will
save her time „ I motivated myself with these thoughts
and turns my bike with full confidence, “its holiday
today” I said to her {not even the C of confidence was
there though} she somehow listen and looks at me but
was continuously paddling her bicycle, “its holiday
today, believe me, someone died in principle sir house” I
said it one more time by turning my bike speed to almost
nil.
This time she pretends like she did not listen
anything and again did not stops{ I was much louder
than the first time though} then she saw some other
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students who were returning from school and only after
confirming from them she changes her route to her
house.
“This is life, I said twice but she did not believe and
other one just said once and she happily believes” I said
to prashant who was sitting behind me, Prashant even
though understood my feelings but still abuses me and
asked me to go fast, while driving way back to the house
I was feeling very happy, I thought whether she believes
me or not but still I was able to talk to her today, even
though it was only I who talk and just two sentence only
but somehow I was regarding it as a big achievement.
It‟s been after two months that I was able to open
my mouth and most importantly she listens to me even
after knowing that I like‟s her, and she not even scolded
or abuses me. This small incident gave me lots of boost
and confidence. “True love will eventually win “I said
this to prahsant who as expected started abusing again. I
did not hear what prahsant says because I was happy and
was loudly singing a song while driving “nahin ye ho
nahi sakta ki teri yaad na aaye,tujhe bhulne se pehle meri
jaan nikal jaye”
“Only five days are remaining, complete your work
or else face the music” leela madam warns the whole
class again and I habitually was deaf to her and her
warnings. After the school I as usual following her when
suddenly out of the blue I put my bike adjacent to her
bicycle in less speed and said “will you please give your
English copy to me so I can finish my work also,
otherwise leela madam will make me red and blue”, I
said all this in one flow without any stammering or
shaking, may be the last day credence was the reason but
whatever I was happy to said all this things to her and
not even thinking of a positive response.
I was thinking of not getting any response but what
happens next was surely not less than a miracle, “ok”
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she said without any fuss or fuming, her unexpected
reply only boost me up and I asked “when” without
thinking much, “tomorrow” she said slowly but it was
enough for me to break the ice. “Can you bring it in the
evening to the tuition?, I have to come here for some
work” i said innocently as she not knew that I came here
every day even on Sundays,”Ok I try” she mumbles and
started paddling her bicycle fast as her house was
nearby, it was also an indication for me to not to ask or
speak anything more. I turn my bike while grinning from
ear to ear and started singing another song “der se hua
par pyaar to hua re”.
I along with some of my school friends was having
economics tuition with harsh sir at that time, our tuition
timing was from 4:00 clock to 5:00 clock in the evening
and kavya”s tuition timing was from evening 4:30 to
5:30.It literally means that I had only 30 minutes to
cover the distance of 10 kilometres to reach kavya‟s
place.
I felt that it was my duty to follow her till her
house everyday as I was born to do this only, today is
different though, I just not have to follow her but even
have to ask her for her English copy {even though I
knew even if she will give the copy than also I will not
be able to complete the work}.
“Sit now or I am leaving” I said angrily to prashant
who was intestinally wasting time, “sit or else he might
stop breathing” shubhanshu said loudly, he never leaves
a chance to teases me.
“Go your heroine must be waiting for your arrival”
sandeep alias mamu made a comment in a funny way
and all the friends started laughing, I was irritated by
now and gave a cold look to prahsant which literally
means either sit or be dead and without uttering any
word he sat and I started my bike with a song “aaj unse
pehli mulakat hogi” though practically it was not the
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