Naina interns at Ratan Industries and falls in love during her training. However, before she expresses her feelings, she is soon separated from him due to the completion of the internship, but before long, she returns to meet him. Find out what is her destiny...
All of us are destined to have a shoulder to lean on and when the proper occasion comes even the person who spent decades in loneliness would have someone caring for him within days. As fate and time are so alike that both of them are random and relentless, while the first one changes the individual, the second one changes the spirit.
But in my case what transformed me was my sweetheart. Life was so tedious until I met him as an intern. Not that he changed everything but he made me recognize things from a different perception like never before. He motivated me by giving me a target and provoked my determination to such a degree that I reached the pinnacle.
Chapter I
I packed my luggage and boarded a bus to travel to Konchi from Jamalpur. I booked a window seat and after settling down, I recalled my college trip with my friends. The bus conductor distributed water bottles as the bus started.
As the sun rose, I opened the window for fresh air and pulled out my earphones from my handbag. The fact is this is the first time I was travelling alone. The only thought that lingered on my mind was to start my internship as soon as possible as we were already two days late.
Chapter II
Dejected after being rejected to work as an intern, all the four of us started walking towards the exit gate. Just then an idea struck Neel.
“Hey girls, I have a plan which can help us to attend the internship,” He said.
“Alright tell us what you have in your mind and please be clear”, said Meera as she was both irritated and depressed.
Chapter III
All my way back home I was lost in thoughts. I kept asking myself “Is this because I haven’t had one guy who is as handsome as he is?”
Nothing seems to bother me, neither the barking Pomeranian nor the whistle of the pressure cooker. I took a shower and when I returned. Meera asked, snapping her fingers twice “Sweetie, what is wrong with you?”
“Well! Nothing! Why do you ask?” I replied.
Chapter IV
That afternoon we spent reading reports as sir was busy guiding workers. I told Meera how Neel hit the weirdo and as usual Alokya did not pay much attention. When we reached home, I sat in my rocking chair and started writing as my thoughts were overflowing. I took a fresh new page and wrote
Dear Diary,
Why am I secretly biting my lower lip when I think about him?
Why is that I am immersed in ecstasy when he is around?
Why is it that I imagine him to be my prince?
Chapter V
Desire is one emotion that is unquenchable and the more you seek the more it enhances. For almost two years, I tried getting a job in Ratan Industries and nothing felt more challenging. Finally, in my second attempt, I got employed. I felt my hard work paid off when I was posted in the Heat Exchangers Department as an Assistant Engineer and like Manisha believed destiny did lend its support.
When I reached the industry, the guards pointed me in the direction and asked me to report to Mr. Nihal Nair taking a look at my joining letter. As I reached the department, I went straight to the Deputy Engineer’s cabin and knocked on the door.
Chapter VI
Desire is one emotion that is unquenchable and the more you seek the more it enhances. For almost two years, I tried getting a job in Ratan Industries and nothing felt more challenging. Finally, in my second attempt, I got employed. I felt my hard work paid off when I was posted in the Heat Exchangers Department as an Assistant Engineer and like Manisha believed destiny did lend its support.
When I reached the industry, the guards pointed me in the direction and asked me to report to Mr. Nihal Nair taking a look at my joining letter. As I reached the department, I went straight to the Deputy Engineer’s cabin and knocked on the door.
Chapter VII
A week passed by and my thoughts about conveying my love kept delaying every day. Every time I saw him, I wanted to reveal that I am his mysterious poet and lover, but for some reason, I waited for the perfect time.
Every day I adored the moments when he applauded the poem and spoke about me naively not knowing that it was me. Whenever he talked about the poem, I documented his compliments in my diary. For me, they were all memories of love given by him honestly. A week later I finally made up my mind to propose to him on the coming Friday. I spent the previous night worrying about his reply.
Chapter VIII
Dear Diary, What is more painful than death? Well, the answer is being forgotten by your friends as if we did not exist and what is more painful than getting rejected by your loved one? Watching them embrace others right before you not knowing they are being loved by you.
I wrote and sat silent all afternoon in my cabin and made sure I did not cry. That evening when I reached home I went straight to my room and slept on my bed. I recalled the numerous days I dreamed of getting into his arms and tears started to flow down.
Chapter IX
I asked myself why I agreed to have dinner with Vivek. Well, I don’t know. Maybe it was because I was ignored by Nihal and felt that Vivek was worth my time. I’ve never been in such a situation and the only thing my internal voice kept saying was “Get out of this!” but I couldn’t help myself at least now.
All my thoughts were interrupted when my phone vibrated and the screen showed Vivek’s name on it.
“Hey, have you even started? I’m already waiting for you. Trust me this moment would be memorable.” said Vivek trying to lighten up things as he already knew that I was upset.
Chapter X
I reached back home and all along my way back I regretted it as I could have just said to him a few years ago but I made a fuss and as expected karma is inevitable.
I had no more strength left in me and lying on the bed I fell asleep. The next being Saturday, I killed time by watching Korean shows. In the evening while I was sitting on my balcony reading “Treasure Island” for the third time, a car stopped before my gate.
“That is my story, son. Now before you judge, I would like you to know that I was foolish, adamant and ignorant. Till date, I don’t even know why I proposed to Vivek and the least explanation I tell myself every time when I think about it, is that I was in pain and expected support. I don’t know what made me like Nihal so much that he was the cause for my determination and I also don’t even know how I stood strong when he just walked away promising me nothing but support.” I said straight into my son’s olive green eyes.
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