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Accidental Love: First Date (Part IV)

“Ohh and what did you say?” I asked.

“Thank God, my train came on time and I ran into the train,” she said.

“Oh, then why are you crying?” I asked.

“Nothing, it just made me remind of those old days when I was trying to get over him. It was really difficult for me, I was totally involved in him and didn’t even bother to think how we’re gonna be together. He was never ready to take any kind of responsibility of relationship and I was so irresponsible to even bother about it. He was a B.Com student and I was pursuing my B.A. He proposed to me at the college farewell party. I knew he was seeing me for the last couple of months and even I had feelings for him. So I said ‘Yes’. After B.A, I moved here to Pune for studies. I lived in a college hostel at that time so he used to come to meet me on almost every weekend. Overnight outings to Matheran, Lonavala, Khandala were common for our new relationship but months later he was done with me. He just ignored me and also without a reasonable explanation for it. His phone rang busy at late hours in the night and he even lied about it saying it was just “a friend”. I still kept ignoring.”

“It was his birthday, so I came to Dombivali to give him a surprise. When I asked about his plans while chatting a night before, he told me that he can’t take off from his work as it was March ending. When I reached the place where he and his friends use to meet, his friends were more shocked than surprised to see me there. I realized something fishy was going on over there. As I know his friends, it can never be happening that they won’t be celebrating his birthday. So when asked no one had a proper explanation. I tried calling him but he didn’t receive my call. But as they say Karma is Bitch when I was on the way back home, luckily I met one of our common friends who was not much in contact with us after college, also he didn’t know about me and Abhi. When I told him about Abhi’s birthday, instantly he took his mobile number from me to wish him. Unfortunately, Abhi received his call. I already told him not to tell Abhi that he met me as I was there to give him a surprise. When he asked Abhi, where is he? Abhi replied “Lonavala”. If all his friends are here in Dombivali then obviously he must be there with some girl. Listening to this I actually lost my consciousness for a while. I realized I was being cheated. All hell broke loose. I literally ran towards the station to board the next train headed to Pune. I didn’t even go home that day. I returned to my hostel and kept on crying straight for 3 days. Abhi called me twice in these 3 days, but it was just a formality. His friends must have told him about me. Later on his new girlfriend Suchita, uhhh that bitch, uploaded and tagged him in a pic on FB. I blocked him from FB, Instagram and every social media platform.”

“Are you asleep?” she asked as I was not saying anything.

“No, No. I’m listening,” I replied.

“Sorry for disturbing, yaar. I’m so much irritating na?” she said.

Dekh bhai ladkiyon ki jyada jaankari to nahi hai mujhe, lekin itna pata hai jab ladki tumhare saamne khud ko koss rahi ho, samajh jaana usko tumhare muhh se apni taarif sunani hai. Aur main kaunsa Raja Harishchandra tha?

“No dear, what you did was correct. If I was in your place I could have done the same,” I replied with that Harami smile on my face.

 

We didn’t realize when both of us came so close. We started sharing each and everything with each other. From which is her favourite restaurant in Pune to what are her sexual fantasies, I was aware of everything and so was she about me. The day when we didn’t talk to each other was the day we felt something was missing in our life. Every evening we called each other and talk for hours. None of us realized when the debate turned into chats, chats turned into talks and now it was time for talks to turn into a meet.

Once I asked her, “Would you mind to have a dinner with me?”

“Where? In Mumbai or Pune?” she questioned.

“I’m not aware of anything in Pune, so let’s meet in Mumbai,” I answered.

“Actually if I come to Mumbai, I will have to go home and mom won’t let me out for late hours. How about lunch?” she asked.

“I don’t mind. Let’s go to China Town, Bandra and then a walk at Bandstand,” I replied.

“When?” she asked.

“How about this weekend?” I said.

“Sounds good,” she replied.

“So should I come to Dombivali to pick-up you?” I asked,

“On the bike?” she asked.

“Yup,” I replied.

“Does your father own a petrol pump?” she asked sarcastically.

“No. Why?” I asked.

“Then why are you wasting so much money? I will come to Thane station by train at 11.30am. Pick-up me from there,” she replied.

“Ummm, alright,” I said.

“By the way, is it a date?” she asked with a curious tone in her voice.

“If everything goes well we will consider it as Date, if not we consider it as a lunch. Anyways, why did you ask?” I said cunningly and both of us burst into laughter.

“Because do not expect anything else except lunch. Hahaha,” she said with a naughty laughter.

“Nothing or absolutely nothing?” I asked with same naughtiness in my voice.

“Hahahaha. Ummm, I don’t know,” she replied with an awkward blush.

“Decide it before coming, else you are not going get enough time,” I said.

“I believe in spontaneity, Mister,” she replied.

“Well Okay then,” I said.

“Anyways, what are you expecting?” she asked.

“Lolz, agar bata diya to Saturday ki jagah kal hi aa jaaogi..” I answered.

“Hahaha. Kameena,” she said.

Woh to main hoon,” I replied and we burst up again.

Although we did chat with each other for a long time now but meeting someone in person for the first time can make anyone nervous. So were we. But today when I think about that day, I realize that our meeting was inevitable. She was so magnetic and spontaneous that I couldn’t think anyone else better than her. There was no such point when our convos, our chats or our talks went dull. And how could anyone stay away from the girl who is funny, smart and spontaneous moreover hot especially? But now it was too late to think, as by this time I was already attracted towards her.

I purchased a new sky blue shirt (Yes, her favourite colour) and brand new Levis jeans for date. I even bought new chronographic watch and leather shoes. Overall I actually spent 7000 bucks before our date even started. Wo kehte hai na pyaar mein aadmi apni limits extend kar hi leta hai.

At last, the day of our meet was arriving tomorrow. I called her to confirm about our date.

“Heyyaa,” I greeted.

“Heyy, I was just thinking about you,” she said.

“Liar,” I replied.

Sacchi,” she said.

Itna kya soch rahi thi?” I asked.

“Have you ever thought maybe tomorrow onwards things won’t be the same?” she said.

“Yeah, I know. Cancel karde kya?” I asked.

“Nooooo,” she almost yelled at me.

“Hahaha, Pakka?” I asked.

“Hmmm,” she mumbled.

“Alright call me once you board the train,” I said.

“Yup,” she replied.

At last, it was going to happen. Something special, something much awaited. I was waiting for this to happen since the day I saw her profile pic on Facebook.

It was 2.45 am, I woke up to go to the washroom when I checked my Whatsapp saying, 1 new message.

Promise me, tomorrow if we couldn’t get along, still we will remain friends, it said. No doubt it was her.

I just replied, “indeed”.

She left early morning at 5 am from Pune and reached Kalyan around 8.30am after which she took a local train from Kalyan to Dombivali. She pinged me after reaching Dombivali at 9.18am. At that time I was sitting in a salon getting my beard trimmed. I just looked at her message and smiled, at last, we were actually meeting.

I returned home and took shower longer than usual that day. From the previous day itself, I was thinking about her. How is it going to be? Will she like me? Was it just a curiosity about each other or we were actually attracted towards each other? Will we be feeling the same attraction even after meeting? Although we decided to remain friends but still that feel we had while talking to each other could have been missing.

It was 10.50am when she pinged me again, ”Train is late by 15mins. I will be reaching around 11.35am”. I still had enough time.

I decided to get dressed up properly. I applied my favourite Old Spice Deo, combed my hair to perfection (which I do rarely!) and applied gel to it. Wore my new shirt and jeans. For boys, life is easier. This was maximum what any boy could do before going for a date. At last, I was ready to leave.

I had cleaned my Avenger earlier that day, so I just started it and left for the station. 90% of the time when I am about to meet someone I am late because of some idiotic reason but that day I came early. I was standing just outside the main gate of Thane West Railway Station when I received her call,

“Heyy, where are you?” she asked.

“Umm, I’m standing just outside the main gate on west side below that skywalk,” I replied.

“Alright. Just wait, I will be there in 2 mins,” she said and disconnected the call.

She had not even arrived yet but still, my heart started beating faster just after her call. I know life is unpredictable but there are few moments about which you are absolutely unsure. And sometimes these moments may change the course of your life. For me, this could have been one of them. Yes, I have met many people online whom I didn’t know before. But none of us bothered to meet each other in person. But about Gauri, it was different. She was different. I know, Har Chutiye ko apni wali alag hi lagti hai. But she was smart and hot both. What else could anyone of my age at that time ask for?

Sitting on my bike wearing helmet I was still lost in my thoughts when someone tapped me on my shoulder.

“Oye,” she said.

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