The Captive of True Love: 4

This is the fourth part of ‘The Captive of True Love’. So, if you are new here. Please first read the previous chapters here.

Chapter 4: Melting Ice-cream, Melting Hearts

It had been a couple of weeks. Still, I hadn’t canceled my admission. In fact, I had started arriving early, only to make sure that I’ll get to sit near the window to catch the sight of Priya. Also, the teachers at the tuition center were so amazing that I convinced Pooja to join that class, presuming, maybe this will assist her to improve her academic performance.

But from the very first day, she started doing what she loved doing the most, scrutinizing my actions, she started telling me how pathetic it is of me, to just sit, watch and wonder whether she remembers me.

I was holding myself from doing MORE, As I still hadn’t forgotten her father punching that guy. But now that Pooja had started calling me a coward, it triggered me.

So, on one fine Saturday, I decided to take the initiative. On weekends, we used to have classes in the evening, and the weekend was the only period in the week where I could meet her, as on other days she would go to her school, few minutes before my class ends.

Hurriedly yet trying to look as cool as possible, I rushed toward the ice cream parlor in her building. There she was, with her friend, in her black outfit with a cornetto in her petite hand. The ice cream was melting; the tiny shreds of chocolates were treading down the cone. Soon, the cold ice cream touched the skin of her hand and she realized she was folly licking her finger.

Is it only me who think it’s kinda highly seductive to watch a girl enjoying an ice cream!? At least I think it was very alluring to witness that silly but beautiful moment.

I was dying to make my way over to her, just to say ‘hi’, all I was hoping to do was not look creepy and try not to draw any unwanted attention toward myself.

It felt like I was about to relive the exact same moment once again, as memories of my first talk with her flashed in my brain. It felt like I was back on the tennis court.

I saw her standing alone on the court without any of her friends to practice with. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed a racquet and walked up to her.

Just then someone bumped into me and my mind came back to the present time. And once again it started wondering whether she even remembers me or not.

Perhaps, it was the time when the curtains were finally going to close on my pathetic monodrama.

Illustration by Omario Brunelleschi

“Look… Mahesh”, She whispered to her best friend, Sanchiti.

“So you still remember my name? That’s great!” I said as I stood before them.

“So you still eavesdrop?”

“Woah Woah, eavesdrop? I just have sharp ears. Aur vaise bhi… A whisper from your lips, even across the crowded space, sounded like the most sonorous song to me, more captivating than those multitudes of hues out there, painting the sky in an auspicious sunset forming a beautiful background to your silhouette of indeterminate beauty.” I tried to be filmy.

“From where you have stolen this line?” She asked while trying to control the blush.

“Original hai… Aaj bhi mai dusaro ke dialogues use nahi karta” And all three of us laughed.

“Ohhhh, seems like you’re considering my advice to be a poet. Because this was quite a poetic”

“Trueee” Sanchiti supported her.

“Naah, writing isn’t my cup of tea, I rarely come up with such fine words. Anyway, I’m glad you still remember me”

“How can I forget the guy whose tennis serve is like poetry in motion”, She said, emphasizing the word poetry.

It wasn’t hard to sense the sarcasm here; I knew I had a pathetic serve back then.

“Haha, very funny. Maybe that’s why he defeated you few hundreds of times”

“That’s because you’re a boy. Bring any female player and see who defeat who”

“Oh come on, gender has nothing to do here. I think Serena can beat any pro-male player”

“Okay, Mr. Feminist, You’re right, I’m wrong. Happy?” She continued, “I think it won’t bother Mr. Feminist, if a girl pays for his ice cream, right?”

I just smile and nod.

“One butter-scotch please” She ordered.

“How you know I love that flavor?” I asked curiously.

“You remember the last time we meet? Tumne yahi order ki thi… If you have the sharp ears, I have a sharp memory!”

She winked.

To be continued…

Published by Mahesh Mali

Author of 'Reflections of My Youth' | Student @ SPPU | Former Fellow @BeingVolunteer | Freelancer @PlayoApp | Tennis Player

11 thoughts on “The Captive of True Love: 4

  1. Ahaaan! I can sense some romance brewing here! 😻 The way you describe incidents makes them so real, so tangible. Super excited for what’s to come next. Also, I just love this friend Pooja, I don’t know why. 😹 This part is short and sweet. Very interesting. ❤

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