MY FIRST PRO-POSAL

"Who the hell told you that Srishti is my sister? Don’t talk about her with me anymore. "

This message assassinated a smile on my lips too.

What the hell happened? This phrase has turned out to be the most frequently said since Srishti entered my life.

Why are these girls so crazy?

Srishti hugged my sister as if she were her own sister, despite the fact that her own sister stated that she is not my sister...

This thought twisted my brain like a tongue twister.

I don’t want to massacre these happy moments, so I decided to change the topic.

I said with a soft voice, hiding the shock that Ananya’s message caused and indicating to my sister to act according to my play.

"Yeah, yeah." My sister made a smile, which absolutely correlates with a close-up advertisement.

Lunch with two ladies who play a key role in my life is really fantastic. Srishti talked fascinatingly, and we enjoyed it as we were best friends for a long time.

I felt privileged to have lunch with a main dish of happiness and a side dish of smiles. The clock might be jealous of this... so, it really ran fast to 3...

"I think I should start now, Srishti. I have a train to catch at 4.30 pm." Sravani said these words with some inconvenience dancing in her tone...

The thought of my sister's departure made me disappointed. Srishti described her disappointment at making two curves into straight lines. One on her lips, two on her eyebrows.

"Happy journey." She carried the same inconvenience tone...

"All the best," my sister replied, after a brief pause...Her eyes ignited a question: what is the purpose of this?

"All the best." Is it for semester exams or love exams?

My sister caught my thoughts and replied. "It’s applicable to both."

I smiled in response while Srishti was on the phone.

"Can I come with you?" Srishti inquired quickly, clutching the phone with her left hand, as if my audio waves would penetrate through the phone.

"No," I replied, with no second thought or second opinion. My inner voice persuaded my brain that I needed to spend time with my sister.

"Ok then, Kritika will be waiting for me. I am leaving now. " In my opinion, her eyes depicted a small disappointment.

"Sravani sister, I am really happy to see you. Thank you for everything. " Srishti said while hugging her... Those words are encrypted with a lot of depth...

My eyes were just watching her till she was out of my vision. My sister smiled a bit, looking at my pure feelings for her.

As soon as she was out of my vision,

My voice screamed with a lot of suppressed emotions... What’s the problem with that, Ananya? Is she mentally fit?

I haven’t given any respect to Ananya, even though she is my sister’s friend.

Whoever will give respect to such a person who doesn't even care about her own sister, that too, a good girl like Srishti,

Leave it. "I will sort it out once I reach home. Take care of her, she is crying for care... She will be the solution to your unsolved life equation. Try to always be with her. There is no need to suggest it to you, but I still suggest it. "

My sister's words are just like the commands of commandos...

I nodded in silence, indicating I was angry about Ananya’s reply.

"Okay, can you drop me off at the railway station?" My sister replied, smelling my dissatisfied heart.

"Yeah, come on, let’s go." I replied.

We walked talking about many other things that we consider treasure, whereas others consider them trash.We plotted our way to the hostel room to take her baggage and straight away reached the railway station.

She was about to leave, and I began asking her questions about her luggage, tickets, and water bottle, everything.

"I am just going to my home state, not the United States." My sister said to stop my flow of questions, which resembled the NEET question paper.

My ears got damaged from hearing the clickety-clack of the train. I simply handed her the bags I was holding at the time. For the first time in my life, I felt heavy by leaving heavy things behind.

She had a smile on her face, which resembled a blossomed flower. I don’t know where she gets that positive energy.

"Okay bye," she said in a caring tone that no one can match...

That 7-letter sentence made my brain recollect the past 6 hours. She started walking towards the S5 compartment, where I walked four more steps to give her a send-off. Within 3 minutes, the train started its motion. Then my two eyes were filled with a feeling called sadness.

While I was walking towards the exit of the railway station, my sister sent a snap of the book "A Girl to Remember", which was a surprise gift from my side...

"TUBELIGHT," I exclaimed.

The snap reads, "Loved this."

I knew her feelings when she texted back... Thank you.

There is a purpose in giving her this book. Because she is the only girl who I always want to remember...

The following morning,

The two miraculous days of my life are over. Meeting Srishti and her sister.. so, I am afraid that my calendar starts a multi-starer with a co-star called "bad luck." This reflected too. There has been no message from Srishti since yesterday evening.

I attended all the classes. To be honest, I am neither a front bencher nor a back bencher. I'm a middle bencher, a perfect blend of intelligence and stupidity.

I got a text message at 2:00 pm. I never believed in astrology and zodiac related stuff, but this would be amrutha gadiyalu (a Telugu word to describe a good time).

SRISHTI: Are you free at 4:00 pm? Let’s meet at that bench where we sat the other day.

ARJUN: Why?

There was no response...................

To be honest, I am so happy that my anticipation was correct and that the bench is going to be a benchmark for future meetings.

I begged my watch hands to move fast. But shorthand hasn’t heard any of my prayers and continued to be lazy. My phone lit up with a notification—

SRISHTI: Just to solve a few problems...

Finally, at 4 pm, I was sitting on the bench. This time of evening doesn’t make me shiver, but her arrival made me shiver because of nervousness.

Her grey and yellow dress has the potential to make her the queen of the beautiverse... I mean, a universe of beauty.

She just sat beside me. I thought of buying flowers to gift her, but ended up bringing in some maths-related stuff. I intended to look at her mysterious eyes, but instead found myself staring at plain papers.I thought to hold her hands, but ended up holding her pen and writing...

CALCULUS

Do you know what the worst part is? Now I am going to explain each and every component that I used to calculate Srishti’s beauty.

Her eyes disturbed me like hell. To escape it, I started giving a few problems to Srishti and asked her to solve them.

By posing problems, I freed up some space... and I began driving a Porsche on Charminar's winding roads.

Her circular black specs are as delicate as her eyes. I felt like she wore glasses, which increased her beauty in 3D...

She wore a simple heart locket necklace, which showed that she is an expert in locking hearts. That chain created a chain of thoughts. I felt like even the sky copied this and wore a rainbow as one of its ornaments.

My eyes were dragged by her hair this time.. it’s just like a spider web that can hold hearts.. her hair resembled the tides of the ocean at night time. Her hair would be a synonym for words like dense, endless, magical, and attractive...

When she smiled, her cheeks curved outward and raised, which reminded me of the topic of convex lenses.

Her expressions while solving problems are just like passing clouds. They are not the same, not even for a fraction of a second, but every time they are unique in their own way.

We talked about many things. We solved a variety of issues, not just problems.

Ohh God, it’s too late. I am free at night, so give me some more problems. " Srishti said, watching her black belted watch.

"Sure," I replied, while writing two graphical questions...

Then she threw a smile towards my eyes, which made my heart matrix non-singular.

My thoughts created a non-void. My emotions encircled..

NIGHT (11 p.m.).

I just switched to Sravani's account from Srishti's just to text a message.

My eyes are shining with a feeling of mission accomplished.

Sravani's last message was at 7:30 pm. read as

Dear Brother, If you propose to her, she will undoubtedly accept.

My fingers ran to share the news which making my heart to feel so high.

ARJUN: Akka! I proposed to her.

SRAVANI: What the hell happened?

How can you do that? It’s just the second day. OK, what’s her reply?