Love Me Not! (Part 8)

I woke up yet another morning. The yearlong memories collided over each other. They scratched my soul. I was a liar. I was a pretentious lover. I hated being that. I saw no escape. You suggest me to go and let the both know? It was of no use. You think I had not thought about confessing to Raghav about this? My fears had dragged me just too long.

I went on compensating for not meeting Suhas. Hence, the video calls. I was his virtual Lover. I was like his beloved Siri. The app.

“Baby, It’s me a year since we are dating. We must meet.” He declared. I tried to brush it off as usual.

“We will meet but I am anyway shifting to Pune. I will meet you then. I hope I get admissions in that college.” I tried to push off the topic.

“You always say this.”

“Did you think anything about your job?”

“No. What job will I get being just a 12^th pass?”

“I think you should join some other course maybe you are not good at Engineering. What’s the use of repeating it every year? It’s being long. You must think of something else.”

“So Miss Bitch will tell me what my true talents are? You know if it’s only about earning money, I can always do that.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Ok. So let me still explain how I can make money. Baby, why are you for? You love me. Don’t you? I own a priceless possession. Baby, you will earn for me. My friend Harshit was asking about you. He thinks you look too innocent.”

“What did he ask about me?” I questioned wondering if he too had known about me.

“Slut is too eager to know the detail. Ehh! This is you! The real you. Who is often concerned about men. I am sure I can make great money out of you.” He laughed in his roaring tone. It didn’t match his baby like face at all.

“Stop talking like this. What wrong have I done to you Suhas?” I questioned almost sobbing.

“What joy do you get thinking about Harshit Singh? I hate him so much. That bastard keeps asking about you. He thinks I am too tough on you. That ass!” he grunted.

The conversation ended with me apologizing hundred times for god knows what reason. I looked at him. He weighed about 97 kilos. He looked like a pumpkin with the head of a mouse. He had put on about 30 kgs in a year. He was getting fatter with time.

I guess I had got a clue what to do next.

I logged in to my facebook account. Of course it was the fake one. I was forced to delete my account as Suhas thought I would make new friends and fuck around with them. That’s what he thought Facebook was meant for.

I had created an account by the name, Ragini Sharma. I searched his name. Harshit Singh. I found too many Harshit Singhs. Thankfully I had seen one of suhas’s pictures tagged with Harshit Singh. I sent a friend request to him. I had often heard about him as someone who had a bit of sympathy for me.

He was my last hope. A hope to end this. A hope to get out of this suffocating life.

“Hey Harshit! This is Tapasya here. Suhas’s umm girlfriend. I need your help. Please don’t tell hima bout this. Please reply. My number is, 9986773326.” My heart pounded as I typed this. I even kept an explanation ready in case Harshit told Suhas about this message. I hit the enter key. The message was sent and probably in his “Other folder.”

I waited for too long to get his reply. My phone vibrated. It was Suhas calling. . .

To be continued. . .