Anvesha:

My father was a kind hearted man, and it didn't take him long to tell me that what he told me, what he was forcing me to do was a gravr mistake on his side. He did not tell me anything regarding Rajeev or the marriage. He just let it be.

And I particularly, had come to terms with it. Because, it was only a small amount of freedom that my father really had in his hand for me. The other half was clenched in tight fists by the society.

For my father to loosen that grip of theirs, it had taken all within him. So it was least I could do...not question him further.

The journal of Gayatri Devi I had received from Alexander was written with precise details of her life. She relayed the events of her childhood, to the time where her end was near with a fine way with words.

The thing I seemed to notice in her words were; she wasn't afraid. A small detail that seemed to create a silent dissertation on my mind was- she never married.

Gayatri was a mere age of twelve when she was about to be wed to a wealthy landlord who was twice her age. But she stood her ground against that marriage, even when she was just a child and when the people and her parents turned against her, she ran away and never returned her hometown.

This definitely showed me that for some things to come true, you need not loose your touch with your beliefs. You just have to have a firm trust within your soul.

Then everything will be alright.

So with that belief in myself, I walked to a place where I haven't been for a very long time.

King's.

That place reminded me of my numerous encounters with two British men, who seemed to occupy my mind very much lately.

Matthew constantly kept coming up in my mind because I couldn't seem to forget the emotion in his eyes I saw a week ago, on the university tour.

It was bone chilling and filled with disgust and hatred. But what happened to be more shocking was, it wasn't directed towards me.

It was directed towards Alexander, his best companion.

Speaking of Alexander, his face seemed to be flashing in my mind because of the really kind deed he did at the same day of the tour.

He gave me the journal of a woman I had been genuinely curious and interested about. And it was discovered by Alexander himself, which showed how he must explore unkown things, unknown places...unknown people.

I have been feeling a very...mysterious sensation in my chest whenever I am reminded of him. I don't know how to name it, I can't place a finger on what it is...but I certainly don't like the way I feel.

Slight warmth in my stomach, a little clench in my chest and heart...and most surprisingly, a small smile on my face.

Why was it happening to me, why was I discovering this new, strange feeling towards that British man...I had no answer to these questions.

And as much as I hated him, as much as I hated myseld for accepting this...I slightly wished that I saw him at King's today.

Since the Queen's road in front of King led to the University too, there was a high chance that I would be able to see him.

The scenery hadn't changed at all, I noticed when I reached a clearing in between the fields. There was still the lone banyan tree, King, at the side of the long deserted road. I could hear the humming of the birds and see the serenity of the sky. The road was empty of anything with wheels, some Bullock carts here and there, but mostly empty.

And I felt immediate relief and relaxation as I sat beneath the huge banyan tree. The air was fresh and cool, October weather. The sun was below the sky, as it was already five in the evening.

I took out my study notes as the examination of the students was near, and I had to revise over the things which I was learning for the past months.

***

It had been an hour when I heard a small roar of an engine nearby, coming in the direction of the road in front of me.

My mind filled with a sudden excitement that I couldn't explain to myself. I forced myself to not look in their direction, because both my eyes and my mind seemed to be puzzling me.

I heard the opening of a car door nearby, and then the sound of it closing as my heart slightly started to beat with a faster pace.

All my strange feeling seemed to dissolve when I saw the flash of lights on me and past, as the car moved away. I couldn't explain the reason to myself about why I was feeling a slight sour taste in my mouth as I watched the retreating car.

"Anvesha." My body froze when I heard a voice right beside me. It was deep and familiar, I obviously knew who it was.

And then the slight vexation within me vanished, being quickly replaced by the same strange warmth in my chest and stomach.

I looked up to meet the forest eyes that had been troubling my mind. My breath hitched slightly when I saw that he was giving me a small, true smile, with a small tilt of acknowledgement in his head.

I looked away in sudden annoyance, but not before watching how his small dropped from his face. I felt like telling him that I wasn't vexed by him, it was the strange my emotions were acting that made me angry and annoyed with myself.

"Alexander." I said in the same greeting tone, but I tried hard not to keep the strange emoiton in my voice and face.

I watched as his eyes seemed to catch a sudden glint, as if to say that he was happy that the hatred between us had finally vanished away, completely.

He sat down on the ground at a slight distance from me and said, "Did you read the journal?"

I didn't have to even think twice before saying, "I did. Thank you, Alexander. It was really kind of you to--to give that to me." The break in my voice also depicted the change in my tone. I scolded myself mentally because I was sounding like an excited little child.

And I didn't miss the way Alexander's eyes widened at my tone. His lips turned into another small smile that looked really good on him.

What did I just say? No. No. No. No.

"I found it in the library and was curious, so I read it. It reminded me of y--someone. I saw you taking an interest in her, so I thought that you'd like it." Alexander panicked as his eyes shut close in a annoyed way, as if realizing something inconspicuous.

I smiled as he opened his eyes once again, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. "And thank you for that."

Be gave me a slight nod and then we both drifted into a calm silence. Yes, it was calm. It didn't feel like my head was going to burst with negative energy which seemed to drift off him like before. It felt actually smooth and...nice.

Until Alexander decided to break it with a question which was both shocking and, unanswerable at the same time. "If you had a term for both of us, what would it be?" Alexander's eyes were filled with genuine curiosity.

I found myself replaying his question again and again in my mind. I honestly did not know how to answer him.

We both were two people, who hated each other in the beginning but now are civil to each other. Not to forget doing strange things like gifting journals and feeling strange emotions.

So I answered him with something which was basically very accurate. "Acquaintances."

***

Alexander:

I walked towards the apartment with a small sense of annoyance towards my body. I really, really felt like stabbing myself in the eyes too.

Do you know why I feel like that towards my eyes? Because today, when I was with Anvesha, the pair decided that it was okay to stare at a woman for strangely long periods; so they kept drifting towards her and taking in the raven eyes and hair, the lips which had the colour of roses--

For the love of God! Look at how my inner self is talking about her too! As if she is not just a woman but a painting drawn by an ancient artist worth a thousand pennies.

I knocked thrice at the apartment door. It opened almost immediately, with a suspicious looking Matthew

"I think I'm ill." I blurted.

Matthew looked up from the papers he was reading. His eyes held the unreadable look yet again, like the past week. And again I didn't ask him anything about it. "What do you feel like?"

I thought for a moment. "I don't know what to call it. My stomach is constantly clenching and unclenching. My heart beat strangely starts to pace with an ungodly speed...and my mind, I don't want to even start about it."

Matthew's eyes suddenly seemed to bore holes in my face. His body was stiff and his face had hardened. "That's some serious nonsense. It does have a name though. You're feeling an emotion called lo--"

The door to the apartment burst open, cutting Matthew off of whatever he was going to say or rather, throwing at me. Jordan walked in with a huge smile on his face.

"My dear best friends, I have a great news for you guys." He said, clapping his hands together.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Your father recieved a letter which was sent half a month ago from your mother." He said, as if Matthew and I knew what he was saying.

When he noticed our blank faces, he continued. "It said that they'd be reaching us by the 27th, which is...?"

Jordan looked at us expectantly as realization dawned on us.

Because the 27th was...

"Tomorrow!"

***

A/N:

I'm sorry for the very late update! Like...really, really sorry. I have no excuse for it.

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