"A LOVELY TWIRL"
By - Miti Gupta
Part 22 - Let me confess
About a week was left n soon the college was going to end. Randhir n Sanyukta had decided that they will spend the last days of the this week together... but Natasha kept interrupting them. The days passed on n three days were left n their forth year was gonna complete. They were all given their approval forms from different companies. Sandhir got their jobs in the same company . They were happy as they were together..... Today Randhir gonna propose to Sanyukta. He told Sanyukta to come to the secret room at 11 o'clock sharp. He had ordered a chocolate cake on which it was written "For My Love " as chocolate was her favorite flavour. He decorated the whole room with different colored lights , pink n red heart shaped balloons spreading all over the floor. But! But! At that time instead of Sanyukta , Natasha entered the room. Randhir was shocked, what had happened? How did she know about their secret place.....
Rd: Natasha tum yahan kaise? I mean tumhe kaise pta iss jagah k baare mein?
N: kyun nhi aa sakti kya? Yeh sab tumne mere liye kiya. Hw sweet do u know , I love u too.
Rd: vo....vo...nhi... n before he could complete his sentence Natasha grabbed his hand hold the knife n cut the cake. She took the piece from tha cake n made him eat.
Unfortunately all of this was seen by Sanyukta as she was standing beside the door , she was present there on the right time but it was Natasha who reached there earlier than time.
Sanyukta couldn't bear all this. The person whom she loved so much , was with another girl. Tears were coming out from her eyes like they were the stream of the water fall. Everything on the world is now nothing to her. She was all alone again.....
She ran from there n Randhir sensed that Sanyukta was standing there.
Rd: Natasha mujhe tumse sab clear krna hai but not now , I am busy right now see u later....n he rn towards her, but she was too fast , so he was unable too find her. Then he started searching for her in each n every corner of the college. Meanwhile she was running , she just bumped onto Parth. On seeing her crying Parth asked the reason behind it but she refused to tell and walked away from there. But as a friend Parth followed her.
S: plz Parth, I don't wanna talk to anyone.
P: theek hai mat baat kro, but reason toh batau kyun ro rhi ho. Main janta hoon Randhir jinta accha dost nhi hoon tumhara pr mere sath tum sab kuch share kr sakti ho trust me.
S: uskato naam bhi mat lo...she said with a furiating eyes.... she was sad n angry too at the same time. She lost a bestfriend now n also Randhir didn't let her know that he loce Natasha.
P:usne kya kiya tumhare sath. Usse kyun naraz ho?
S: usne mujhe yeh nhi btaya ki vo nuts se pyarr krta hai.
P: hey! But ham sab ko laga that u both love eachother. Aur tum keh rhi ho ki vo Natasha ko pyarr krta hai.
S: haan usne mujhe bulaya tha secret room mein. Vahan jab mein gyi to vo Nuts k sath tha, n they were cutting the cake. Nuts bhi use pyarr krti hai. Accha vaise kis-kis ko lgta tha that Randhir n me love eachother?.... she asked in a sob
P: sabhi friends ko lagta tha. Aur Tanya to confirm bhi thi. Pr yeh aanso kisliye hain tumhari aankhon mein? Issliye liye ki usne tumse yeh sab chupaya ya fir issliye ki vo nuts se pyarr krta hai?
S: vo main..... main vo....
P: kys tum usse pyarr nhi krti?
S: haan.... she almost shouted.....haan krti hoon main pyarr usse. Khud se zada pyarr krti hoon, sab se zada. Shayad Mom k jaane k baad aaj sabse zada pyaar usi se kita hai maine...n she broke down.
P: toh fir btaya kyun nhi use?
S: darr tha ki kahin usne mana kr diya aur hamari friendship bhi tut gyi toh? Pr dekho na ab toh vo darr bhi chala gya. Vo nuts se pyarr krta hai.
Parth hugged her as to give her some comfort. He wiped off her tears.
S: Parth. Will u do me a favour? Plz... she almost begged
P: btatao kya baat hai.
S: vo..............
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#Miti
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