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She's Mine : Part 2

As we started going through the semester at the University, things started getting exciting between us. Being a new land, it was an awesome experience to have your loved one with you while visiting places. It was quite apparent that my Jahnavi was one of the beauties in the semester and I heard enough compliments about her to make my heart boil at some times.

When I told my Jahnavi about the comments and my feelings, she smacked me hard and said, “Shut up, you fool! Ignore their comments! I love you not them nor their comments. I am beautiful, they compliment. It’s how the world is. Forget it.”

And bam! I hugged her again. I mean she was proud of herself enough to accept compliments of her beauty, which is very scarce. And while accepting them, she again showed me that her love was greater than all that, which is even scarcer. It was this kind of behavior that made my day. We helped each other out as much as we could. Being in the same classes and same project teams made it even easier.

Both were intelligent enough to do our assignments by ourselves and she had the added advantage of being able to listen to classes. But she had a big thing about deadlines and timetables. She wanted to do things as soon as possible while I was a classic procrastinator. As things went on, there were times when she grew weary of my excuses while I started getting fed up of her nagging about projects.

We had taken a big 2 bedroom apartment and were living with five others. A student from Utah named Codwinger, an American born Indian by the name of Krishnan, a Delhi University graduate named Bhuvan and me together shared one room while the girls, Jahnavi, a Russian student called Stephanie and another Andhra girl called Rishika shared the other room. With seven people from a variety of backgrounds, it was fun to be together. Each had their own cultures, each followed different customs. Even the way we spoke English was different. Needless to say, English became the official language at home.

Coding Cody was weak at coding and needed our help most often in assignments. Killer Krishnan was known to have a big fan following thanks to his charming personality. And also, he was the one who had commented on Jahnavi in the airport. He did apologize later on, yet we used that incident to rib him as much as we could. We became best of friends and behaved like brothers after that incident. Belly Bhuvan was thus named because he had such a big belly. He was the Kumbhakaran of our room and the last to be allowed in the kitchen. Steph was the tallest girl. She and Cody were almost the same height. And Rishika was the lovely little girl who is loved by everyone.

We were regular customers at the local pizzeria, visiting it at least once every other week. Steph, Jahnavi and me were pure vegetarians while the others didn’t have any meat preferences at all. So, everyday it was a fight what to make and what else to make. In all this, we were enjoying life and feeling loved.

One particular trip, we visited San Francisco. It was just the two of us as the others got busy. Reaching the Golden Gate at about 5pm, we walked over to the middle of the bridge watching the sea and the boats pass by. We were holding hands and all around us there were so many couples hugging and kissing and walking, that it felt as if love was in the air.

With such an environment, it was unavoidable that even we hug each other and kiss. And yet, I would wager that our kiss was sweeter than everyone else’s over there. As the sun started setting, we bought an ice cream and moved to Twin Peaks. It didn’t take long for us to find a place to sit together and watch the sun set. I have always felt that the dusk is much more beautiful than dawn because it doesn’t involve me waking early.

So as the sun set over San Francisco, we were sitting high atop Twin Peaks enjoying ice creams and enjoying each other’s company. We brought out our jackets yet instead of wearing them, we just put them in our lap and leaned into each other’s arms. The San Francisco city laid out completely decked in lights in front, my Jahnavi in her beauty beside and I was lost in the moment.

It took me a while to notice that she had been typing furiously into her mobile throughout the evening. And I got jealous. I felt bad that she was so busy now-a-days that she wasn’t even enjoying the time we had together. When I asked her what was happening she said there was some issue going on with one of her friends.

Now, I knew that there were a few friends who weren’t common to us because we worked at different places. So, I asked who and what it was. But she wouldn’t divulge. No matter how much I coax her she keeps mum. I tried to ignore it, but as the evening progressed she got more and more involved with her cellphone than with me. It irked me to no end that this friend of hers had taken control of her thoughts so much.

We started back home like that, Jahnavi immersed in her cell. Me, driving with eyes only for the road and the navigation panel. We hardly said any words throughout the drive. When we reached home, Jahnavi went directly to the apartment while I parked the car. Just as I was about to exit the car, I heard the chime of her cell. And when I picked it up from the passenger seat, I read,

“You have a message from Henry Bradford.”

On reaching home, when I asked her again who was it. Her answer shocked me out of my wits and left me gaping to fall asleep with all kinds of thoughts running through my mind.

She said, "It's Rebecca from our Cloud Computing class. She says she wants you and is asking me how best to get you!!"


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harika said…
nice...eagerly waiting for next part:p
Shwetha said…
Cool! :D
Finally, you updated it! :P
Unknown said…
nexxt paart please :)
Anonymous said…
This is starting such a crazy love story, can't wait to read what happens next.

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