Metro City Love part 4

June 15th,

On the path of the campus to the library, Tashren and I have left our shadows of doing fun.  I remember Tashren as pale skin, petite figure and bookworm girl who was everything for me,  a friend, companion and a wife.

'Sunway university' that was the place where Tashreen and I completed our graduation. It was hard to say that we had to spend much time in the classroom because we mostly found in the library or outside the campus.  Our library teacher was wondering for us since then. We had borrowed thousand of books from there and not a single one was returned and none of them was related to our syllabus. That was the best mischief we had done in our life. We craved reading novels.

Three years before,  today was the deciding day for us that our application for the admission in the college was accepted or not. I was nervously rambling outside the college campus and biting my nails with feverish face, a hand was tucked on my shoulder and that was none other than Tashren. It was like she had given me the liquid luck and I gulped it without wasting a  second. Finally, the moment had come, the lecturer had walked outside and gave us some kind of a lecture, after that, he sticks the list on the memo board, all were rushed like the fold of sheep.

Tashren and I managed to get closer to the list. We crossed our fingers and start checking the list down to up, half of it completed but our names were not found, the rest of the names were the good scorers in the entrance test. My heartbeats moved like a Ferrari on the highway if I was not selected, my dad surely sent me back to Ipoh and I  didn't want to leave this city. I  closed my eyes and praying, she screamed and hugged me. Her name was top of the list and mine was second. I quietly climbed up on the ladder, the restriction section was filled with many books, Tashren and I  were boredom of stupid storybooks. We had heard from our seniors about the section B of the hidden column in the upper storage. We were planned for stealing books like Harry Potter and his friends did. Those books were the first we read in our life and made us totally mad at characters. I presumed me as Harry, Tashren as Hermoine but no Ronald in our life. I wasn't allowed Tashren to love whoever Ronald was in our life because I loved her from the deep of my heart. Someone pulled softly the hem of my lower and that someone was Tashren.

"Hurry up! kaval," she quietly said. I reciprocated a nervous smile to her.

The last two book's tittles were looked so fascinating: The House of Night series by P.C.  Cast and Kristin Cast; and Looking for Alaska by John Green. I stretched my arm to take out the books. It was far away from my reach. I  clasped the edge of the book. It dropped down and that stopped the functioning of my heart but returned when Tashren caught it safely.  In the same way, we got the next book. We did it without noticing anyone and easily moved to our dormitories. On that particular event, I  realised one thing if we focused seriously and confidently with a  strategy before attempting it. The percentage of failing is less but possible; conditions apply.

Sophomore year, we were sitting in the last bench. It was a physiology class. The professor was teaching us about the respiratory quotient but Tashren and I were arguing about the story of 'Identical'.

"Tashren and Kaval! You two are disturbing the whole class," our professor angrily intruded between us and reminded us that we were in the classroom. We apologised and quiet for a few minutes.

"Hey, Kaval. Baldy has gone mad at us," she nudged me by her elbow and whispered in my ear. I  giggled about the name given by us to our professor.

Tonight was the pre-planned stealing night for us. We moved to the library by using the map of the college which was created and described in the deemed coding language by us. We discussed all the things one day before pocket the new one and placed back the others. We were ghost-acted in the hallway,  all bookshelves were mist-quiet and we were half-hitched together.  Tashren took out her red torch-like always she did. The red light splashed in a low candela which couldn't be determined easily. We slowly entered the restriction section; few books were on the floor and a boy dressed in night costume was standing in front of us. He was Rohan (our classmate). We started giving him an explanation but he wasn't listening.

"Will you guys don't mind to accept an addition in your group?" he courteously requested us. Tashren immediately answered his question by raising her hand to shake. That day we found our Ronald Wesley. Tashren looked happy but I was pretending only. Tashren was getting closer to him and they both spend time together, reading novels; going for a movie, and chatting on social networking sites. I was ruled out from Tashren's life. She even not received my call. I hadn't talked to her for three worthless months and it was like three decades had passed for me.

One more year passed away; a changing one that taught me the real world is not like novels.  Everything is not happened according to you. I was sitting on the chair and start writing something. My father dropped me to Tashren's home. I  took the paper with me. I rang the bell couple of times but no one opened the door. Afterwards, I checked through the window that was somebody there in the house? I peeped through the Tashren's room window.  I was stunned. Tashren and Rohan were laying on the bed and snogging each other. I forcibly knocked out the main door and quickly entered in  Tashren's room. I dragged Rohan by his collar and punch him hard on his face.  Tashren has come between us. She quarrelled for him from me then I  realised that she loved him not me. I put out the paper, tear it into two pieces and thrown on the floor. I  moved back to my home.

Ten days later, I was alive-corpse who spending his day and night just laying on the bed. The eleventh day, someone knocked on my door. I slowly opened it but rapidly hugged by someone when I looked at the person. She was, Tashren with tears in her eyes. I demanded her to tell me what he did with you? But she said, "I broke up with him just for you stupid".

"You have loved me for eight years and you hadn't told me if I didn't read that letter you written for me I never knew how much you love me?... Damn it," she hugged me and I realised why that letter had brought us back.

"We often spend plenty of time with our partners but what we don't realize is the value and the love we have towards our partner. We should show the love, care and affection towards our partner daily before someone intrudes between us at least we'll feel secure that no matter how much someone intrudes between us but our partner knows the love and care we have towards them. Which will grow our relationship stronger each day.  It's vital to show love, care and affection towards our partner".

"The best love story is when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time."

(To be continued.)...