I believe it's important to understand that you can miss something but never expect it back in your life. Well, the same happened to me a few days back, while scrolling through the old photographs I saw her. Year's passed but I still can't find out what I did to my life. This story started long back when I was in my school, I was always a shy introverted person who liked poetries. I always had a feeling that a gentleman never speaks to a girl and that can influence my life and behaviour too.
It was almost the end of my school life when I met her through a poetry competition held in our schools, I found her attractive but my inner soul didn't allow me to talk to her. I kept admiring the beauty of her smile and the glow of her eyes, it felt like a soothing monsoon breeze to my essence. In a few months, I left my small town Dhanbad ( a beautiful city of Jharkhand) and settled in Kota ( an education hub of Rajasthan) time expired and the glory of her face started disappearing from my vision. It was a hectic day and I was pissed off due to a math sum which was like a puzzle to my brain, I almost lost the hope to solve the problem and grabbed my phone to ruin my time. The moment I picked up the phone a notification popped up on the screen, it was Priya on Facebook. A slight smile appeared on my face and then began our conversation. I always thought that it was a crime to call a girl my girlfriend so decided to keep her as a friend of mine. Within a month every effort from her side was stopped and she was gone, it was heartbreaking for me because somewhere deep in I liked her but was never ready for a commitment. I accepted her ignorance and moved on with the series of my stories and poetries. The year's departed I then drifted to Chennai for my universities with the faded memories of a girl I ever liked. On a fine evening, while I was stuck into some kind of Pythagoras theorem I got a call from an unknown number, unwillingly I grabbed the phone and answered it, for my shock it was Priya's call. We conversed and then I decided to never let her go, I knew it was my final chance and I had to accept that I was in love with her. And then a beautiful love tale began, a story of love, respect, jealousy, anxiety and obsession.
Yes, obsession. Shortly I got obsessed with her, I felt like my entire life was around her and nothing was worth doing accept caring and thinking about her. That obsession turned into deep dependence and my heart overpowered my mind, I was almost desperate and stopped focusing on my researches. I was finally in love and that love became my habit, I was scared to lose the love of my life and the thought of separation made me chaotic.
It was the last day of my fourth semester and I was excited to meet Priya, I got my tickets booked and phoned her to give her the surprising announcement but for my panic, she didn't answer the call. I got scared and called her for almost ten times but no response. I was frightened and felt like something was not precise and she was in difficulty. Almost a day passed and my stress turned into the gloom, I felt like she left me and it became difficult to grasp. Next morning I woke up by a text message on my phone phrasing, "hello baby, I am Priya. Sorry for yesterday as I lost my phone somewhere. This is my friend's number."
Baby, how? I mean where did you lose your mobile? Did you call on your number? Questioned I.
She quickly phoned me and advised me to never call on that number and was not worried about that phone.
It got me confused and I asked her to inform the police on which she strictly refused, yelling at me.
For an instant, I thought she was hiding something but to avoid making the situation worse I hesitated and skipped the plan to investigate more. On the same sunset, I received a text message from Priya's number which made me terrified. I tried to call and ask who was having her phone but nobody answered even after several attempts. I felt restless and wanted to reach Priya to let her know that somebody had her phone and was misusing her number. I was lost in my opinion when my phone buzzed and it was again a call from an unknown number, thinking that the call might be from Priya I plunged out of my bed and picked up. I realised this time the call was from a guy named Ravi, he told me that he was from Bangalore and he met me there, realising that it was a wrong number I disconnected saying that I never went to Bangalore or met him. Next day was my train back home, with the heavy heart I dragged myself to the railway spot and began to tour. It was two days long route and within the duration of days I didn't get a single call or messages from Priya and at the same place I got a total hundred and thirty missed calls from the mysterious Ravi. I was almost exhausted and heartbroken hence decided to ignore him thinking that he must be a random person disturbing me. Soon I entered my land, my home town, it was raining and the entire city was humid. I rode towards my destination with the feeling that I lost my lady love and the span of the leisure was difficult to endure.
For the initial few days, every ring on my phone earned my vigilance guessing about Priya but delayed I lost all my hopes. Two weeks were left in my vacations to get over, I was sitting with my dad and were discussing my college and studies when he got a call from an unknown number, thinking that someone would have called him from his office he answered the call. For his shock
The call was from Ravi the mystery guy. He abused my dad and told him that he was Priya's ex-boyfriend and he wanted me to step back as he had an intimate relationship with her. My dad felt insulted and for the first time in life, he exhibited his grief towards me.
It was the worst feeling for me, I felt heartbroken that she never told me about her past life and now that she was dating me her ex-boyfriend was insulting my dad. The very same evening Priya reached me and told me that Ravi was a very dangerous guy and he took her phone and was torturing her. I was totally confused and decided to break the relation and never talk to her. I blocked her number and went back to Chennai. I thought that it was a sad memory and chose to forget her and move on.
On the way back to Chennai I got a call from my best friend, Amar. He informed me that Priya had posted a sorry message on my timeline and for the last time she wanted to speak to me. I checked my Facebook messenger and saw her message.
Hi, I am sorry for what happened, Can I call you once?
No need to call me, tell what you want to, I am listening, texted I.
Look, I know it's difficult for you and I agree that I didn't tell you about my past life, but baby I was scared, I was scared to lose you. Replied she.
Fair enough but at least tell me now, what's wrong with you?
Actually, I never loved Ravi. A few years back he proposed me and when I refused him he threatened me by cutting his wrist. Later we dated for some time but he was over-possessive and it was getting difficult for me to stay in the relationship so I broke up with him.
Okay, but why did you accept his proposal? Why didn't you tell your parents? They would have helped you, why didn't you tell the police? Questioned I.
I was scared, I am sorry. Trust me I love you, I truly love you and never want to lose you. Please don't go, pleaded she.
I was again into her words, I realised that she was innocent.
It appeared like a beautiful dream come true, my love was with me and I was the happiest person breathing. The years passed and our love buds flourished into blossom, I had everything around.
The deserted past was almost faded in my remembrance when suddenly one day I saw Ravi's missed call on her phone. I was terrified and was not ready for another concussion. I rushed to her and asked for the justification, she avoided her stares and began crying. Not again, I knew it was all fake, I spoke to her rigidly this time.
She swivelled back and screamed aggressively, " I am addicted to Ravi,
yes... I am and I don't want to stay with you anymore, Go away.
Well, I got all my answers and finally, all my confusions were cleared in my mind and then I moved on forever.

(Story of a friend of mine)