An Ordinary Love Story - 2

They were separate now. They dint text or call each other. The girl was busy with her studies. She focused more into her preparations. She went to her coaching class, enjoyed the boring long lectures. She slept in the class at times but she was happy attending the lectures. At home, her mother didn’t check her phone or asked her about the frequent calls that she had been enquiring about in the past when the girl used to stick her phone to her ear.

The guy on the other side thought that the girl was happy, breaking off the relationship so dint bother to text or call her. He indulged himself more into his work. He performed better and the best. He had already grown up some competitors at his work place. He enjoyed working late night, sitting in the office alone. When the guard asked about his home going odd timing then all he replied; ‘I’ve no one at my home to bother about my whereabouts at late night so he liked to sit and work.’

But both of them kept their phones checking whether there was any message from their ex partners. At times they tried to contact each other but thought that both were happy without each other. At times they called and spoke to each other over phone but their conversation died earlier as they dint have any topic to chitchat at.

It was the girl, who did the break off because she dint like the guy to shout at her and he had already done this thrice in the three years of their relationship.

Problem cropped up when they were free on Sundays and Saturdays when the girl dint have her class and the guy dint have to work till late night in his office. The girl wore the behavior that she had before she had met the guy three years ago. She began to consider the proposes that the guys of her coaching class begged to her. She let the guys approach her. She let the guys impress her more. She gave the guys more room to come close to her. She liked it. She found it as fun. The guys loved her more.

The guy was no less smart. He had joined the other departments where he worked as a trainee on Sundays and Saturdays. He was getting more fame in his organization just because he was doing something extraordinary. It added up to the growth of the company. The HOD of his organization learnt that the guy deserved a hike in his salary. He was called to the HOD office and was handed over a letter of salary hike that the HOD had got mailed from the HR of the same company. It dint fill the tummy of his busyness so he rode straight to his sister’s place on Friday night and enjoyed next two more evenings shopping and playing with his sister’s kids.

The girl couldn’t digest the way the guy had turned up. One night she stopped chatting to her latest boyfriends and wrote a text her ex guy and took twenty minutes to press the send option in her phone. She didn’t get any reply. Then she switched over to whats app messenger and flashed the same message. After getting tired, working whole day, the guy was lost deep into his dreams. Phone vibrated under his pillow. He took out his phone and read the text in his message inbox and then moved to whats app. He read the same message and got confused. He thought he was dreaming. He kept his phone back under pillow. Before he could adjust his sleeping posture his phone vibrated again. He took out and read the text. He rubbed his eyes to see the reality. 

‘Hy, wot hpnd?’ the guy replied blindly.

‘Nuthin.’ The girl replied within seconds.

‘Okay,’

‘Ws juss missin uh, so mssgd.’

‘Okay.’ The guy replied, still in his sleep.

‘Hey, if u dnt wna tok dn leme noe, I vil nvr msg u again.’ the girl replied angrily.

 ‘Fuk off,’ the girl flashed another reply after waiting for the guy’s reply for another five minutes.

It was quite unbearable for her to tolerate the way guy was behaving. She abused him badly in her mind. She would change her sleeping posture. She put on her headphone into her ears and switched onto her favorite music. But it also failed to make her sleep. Then she tried to play games in her phone that dint work too. All she could do; she revised the gallery of her phone. She was missing the guy as hell. She could remember how the guy took her photos, hiding the camera of her phone. She never let him take her photo. But he took with her phone camera because his cheap phone didn’t have such a high megapixel camera like that of girl.

Next day, he opened his eyes. He made tea for himself, his sister and his jiju. They thanked him for making tea in such a chilly winter. They spoke a lot during early morning because the guy couldn’t stay at home whole day to chitchat with them. In the morning also he couldn’t give much time to them as the alarm of his wrist watch forced him to go out for jogging in the park. He also felt sorry for leaving the conversation.

After coming back from the park he saw his phone on the table and his bed was cleaned and composed by his sister. He took shower, ate breakfast in silence and flew his bike straight to his training center. He was early. The government old officers were still to arrive. He took out his phone and saw the girl’s message.

‘Hy, thr s nuthin lyk d wy u think…ws tyrd so ws slpn blindly..’ he replied. He had to wait very eagerly for another twelve hours to see a reply from her.

‘I know.’ The girl replied, controlling her anger.

That night the guy offered the girl to meet while chitchatting. She refused instantly but approved later.

He got ready. He was wearing faded blue jeans, white and blue check shirt and a pair of tough woodland shoes. He checked himself thrice into the mirror. He slipped a black jacket over his shoulders. He looked handsome as the dress suited his athletic physique awesomely. He sprayed a perfume that he had not been using since long. After getting the girl’s message that said that she had left her place, he left his place, looking into mirror for the last time. 

She wore the dress that she had not been wearing since long. She decorated herself the way guy had always liked her in. She was wearing black skinny jeans that had some cut marks near knee. A white and pink linking tee stuck to her curvaceous figure. Above it she had put a short blue denim jacket. She had kept her hair open as the guy liked her the most in open hair. She had applied kajal finely that made her eyes more beautiful. She had sprayed the perfume that the guy had gifted her on her last birthday.

The guy had reached earlier and waited, sitting in a chair at a metro station. He began to chitchat with the girl on what app messenger when he was getting bored.

‘You’re late again.’ the guy typed.

‘I'm not.’

‘Ohh, you’re as always,’ the guy typed and sent it to her with a angry mode smiley.

‘Are you getting angry?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I must go back then otherwise you’ll shout at me again.’ the girl replied with a sad smiley.

It hurt the guy badly. He realized how much the girl disliked him shouting at her. He felt sorry.

‘I'm waiting, bye.’ He sent the last message.

‘Get up,’ the girl replied.

He wanted to reply but suddenly felt like someone was standing next to him.

It was the girl, who stood with a blue bag, hanging on her right shoulder.

‘Hey,’ he said, standing up. They shook hands. Nobody tried to be the way they had been greeting each other earlier. With a tight hug.

They chitchatting formal stuffs. A metro arrived at the platform with a hissing sound. The gates slid open. They entered. The gates slid shut with ting-tong bell sound.

To be cont…