She had not expected that she would sleep at all that night. But somewhere between crying and cursing, she had actually been taken in by sleep.
The next morning when she woke up, she hoped that it will be a better day. She was still trying to come to terms with the events of the previous night when she saw that a hand was resting on her stomach. Too sleepy to open her eyes, she cursed her flatmate, remembering that she must have watched a horror flick last night and unable to sleep alone in her room, she must have come here because that’s what she always did.
But wait a moment, Akira suddenly realized that her flat mate had gone to her home town to visit her parents. She suddenly woke up, only to be shocked out of her mind. It was Aditya! How? When? Why? Such questions started their visit to her mind. Though he looked as sexy as ever as he slept, she could not control herself and woke him up.
“Aditya…WAKE UP! What are you doing here? Get off my bed!” she shouted.
“You know..” he said, yawning, with eyes half closed, “you should keep your door locked, especially that you live on the ground floor. Anybody could have come in. Thank god, it was only me” he said, trying to catch a glimpse of her face.
He caught her by her arm and brought her closer to his face. “I love you.” With that, he placed a kiss on her lips.
He finally learnt to listen to his heart, and not to the world, only because he felt life draining out of him as he had watched Akira leave yesterday. He knew he would miss her just as he did after that marriage prank. He knew he would regret not giving their relationship a chance. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Now here he was. Close to her. Near her. With her.
But as they lay in her bed, talking about numerous things, she started hearing some voice. A woman’s voice. And when she asked Aditya, he refused to hear any. But the voice kept echoing in her ears. Continuously. It became louder and louder. It was her mother. Akira hurried him off to the curtains so that he could hide behind them. The voice was coming from too less a distance, as if somebody was shouting in her ear but nobody could be seen still. She started shaking, unconsciously.
It was then that the alarm clock started ringing but couldn’t be seen.
“Wake up Akira,” she said.
“Mom, but I don’t feel like teaching today.”
“Teaching? Darling you’re still a student in the second year of college.”