This is the second part of ‘The Captive of True Love’. So, if you are new here. Please first read the previous chapter here.
Chapter 2: Prapti
Prapti was the most attractive girl in the school. So, obviously, she had many admirers. We were good friends. But being a shy boy, I wasn’t able to confess my emotions to her.
Two years ago, our school had organized the annual cultural program on 14th Feb. I wonder how the fuck they decided to organize a program (in turn letting students be free and dress however they want) on fuckin Valentine’s Day.
I knew I wasn’t going to propose anyone on Valentine’s. And every Indian teenager will agree with me that it is very hard to even imagine that any girl might ask you to be her valentine. But who knows what future holds!? So, like everyone in the school, I was excited about it. But I was more thrilled about my first ever stage appearance. I was going to overcome my stage fear.
Being the anchor of the cultural program, I was backstage, scribbling on the script of my play. Anchoring and acting in a drama, both were nightmares for me, but now I was about to do both on the same day.
A pat on my shoulder spoiled the contour of the car I was trying to draw. It was Pooja, my “bro”, the gossip girl. I’ve known her since my kindergarten days. Till 4th std, we were bench-mates. From 5th std, school separated the girls and boys by assigning separate rows for them, but that didn’t change a thing between us. In fact, with every passing year, our friendship became stronger.
We were so close that there were even rumors of us having an “affair”. Like several other rumors about me, I never bothered about it. But one thing was obvious which I never denied; she was one of my closest friends.
Therefore I knew her so much that I was pretty sure that she would never disturb me for some silly reason, at least not on a day like this. So, after seeing her nervous face, I also bea come bit nervous because if she’s anxious about something, it ought to be something serious.
Before I could speak anything, she asked me, “Do you have any idea what Sangram is up to?”
Sangram was the captain of the school’s cricket team and a geography genius. I dislike both Cricket and Geography, however somehow I was friend with that bastard. He was also my co-actor in the play I was part of; we had spent a lot of time together lately, for drama rehearsals. But I had no idea what Pooja was talking about. He hadn’t told me anything. I was supposed to be on the stage in a few minutes, I was already so freaked out that I had no time for being patient.
“Will you please just tell me what the hell is going on?” I almost shouted at her.
“Already lost your shit? Jesus. What will then you do after listening to what I’m about to tell you?”
I showed her my watch and urged, “Will you please JUST tell whatever hell you want to tell. Btw, why you’re not in your costume for the drama?”
“I know you’re in hurry. And you should hasten for one more thing; to propose your goddamn crush… I heard Sangram saying that he’s going to propose Prapti after her solo dance performance”
I had no idea what to say. I had such a huge crush on her since she got transferred to our school. She was so beautiful that I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. My friends knew more than ever, I was drooling over her. Even Sangram knew that. Why the hell he was going to do that? Now that I was so pissed off about him, how I was going to share the stage with him? Well, I had no time to think about that.
I knew that Prapti likes me too. But, due to my fear that she might stop talking with me if I ever try to mold our friendship into a relationship, I hadn’t really tried to know what she really thinks about me.
But now when the fear of ‘what-if-she-says-yes’-to-somebody-else’ had crossed my mind, the earlier fear appeared insignificant. Hence I decided to confess my love to her before anyone else try to do that.
And that’s what I did.
Prapti was going to perform one solo and one group dance. I decided to propose her after the group dance as it was scheduled first. That’s how I’ll become the first one to propose her. It was important, very important to be the first because as per Pooja’s theory the guy who proposes first has higher chances of getting the positive response. And I was in no mood to prove her wrong on this one too.
Prapti is such an amazing dancer. So lively and full of spark that you won’t be able to look away from her dancing!
That’s exactly what used to happen with me, at every dance practice sessions. But, Sadly, I was backstage when her group was performing. Bunch of juniors who were going to perform next was probably laughing at me when I was practicing different lines with different tones. Watching a senior student saying “I love you” to mirror must have been a treat for them.
Before I could choose a perfect combination of words, music on the background faded and girls started returning to backstage.
I took a deep breath and walked straight in front of Prapti.
“You’re looking….” I started something.
“Beautiful? Cute? ” Other girls suggested. Prapti just rolled her eyes at them.
“Nah, magical. Always spellbounds me” I replied.
“Thankssss!” She blushed
This smooth comeback had boosted my confidence. But I still hadn’t said those three magical words. How am I going to do this? I thought.
But then I saw her beautiful face and I couldn’t stop myself from getting on my knees to propose her.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” I asked. I felt little disappointed with the words I’d chosen, but more disappointing was her silence.
But then her “Yes!” changed everything. The feeling of anxiety was replaced by a sheer joy. I felt an amazing sensation; maybe it was the flow of adrenaline figuratively colliding with some testosterone.
And then it all started, exchanging paper pieces with messages during the class, calling her on Nokia 1600 that her parents owned, long walks without any conversation, and just smiling looking at each other.
Looking back, I understand that it wasn’t the love. It was the mere attraction, something that we all have experienced at that tender age. But at that time, I was 14 and stupid. I totally thought we would be together forever and ever, and someday tell our grandkids about our high school days.
Everything was going amazingly between us. But then her parents decided to shift her to the girl’s school. And gradually we started to drift apart. After trying hard to keep our relationship alive for a few months, we mutually decided to end it.
Few months after our breakup, I began contemplating whether I have screwed up my chance at true love? What if I had tried harder?
Consequently, I determined to tell her how I always believed that we belonged together, that we could start over again. But it was too late. By then she had started dating someone else.
I felt bad, really bad, cannot even describe how that feels.
I dated three other girls after that, for some brief period, I even dated two girls at a time. Everything just to get over her, forget her. But, always had feelings for her. I didn’t feel ‘that’ connection with those other girls. Every single person I dated during that time would have been dumped in a second if I had a chance to be with Prapti.
Just before our last exam of 9th std, Pooja told that Prapti had a broken up with her douchebag boyfriend Bhanu. I don’t know why she was even dating him. But now that she was single again, I thought this might be the chance to get closer to her.
So, I thought going to the same tuition might be a good way to get back into her life without appearing like a creepy lover.
But, God had his own plans. Tuition began in the summer break of the school and on the very first day of the tuition, I saw several familiar faces but there was no sign of her. Later I got to know that she had canceled her admission.
And just like that, I started thinking canceling my admission too. But, then, on the very next second, my brain began fighting with my heart and started arguing why I should get over her.
So, yeah, I wasn’t talking about Prapti when I said I used to sit on the bench near to window to catch her glimpse.
To be continued…
Wait for next part to know more about the girl in the window and what is her role in this story.