First taste of love Part 3
"Darling, what was that?" Ritika asked me teasingly. I was blushing. I had his attention after all. How often is it that i get attention from boys? not many times especially because Ritika often steals it from me. I guess, if i were a boy even i would have fallen for her back then.
"He thought i am some great player and he wants to play with me." i announced. "That's nice.... as well as bad. You aren't good at it." she rubbed salt on my already wounded heart.
"No worries, he won't ask you to play as of now. Just act very sick. After a few days you start acting as if you hate the game."
"You mean i must act like a patient who suddenly started hating her favoutite things pre accident?" I questioned.
"Yes something like that. Until then, i will make sure you guys build up the bonding." she assured. She is a sweetheart. I murmured to myself.
We walked towards the classroom. My nose was slightly bleeding. I didn't feel much of pain yet i felt very dizzy. Anandi's words had dominated my mind. I had to make sure that Rohan forgets about the match at any cost. I wish i knew he never forgot about the match even after 20 years!
I was the star kid of the day. Every teacher made sure they ask about the cracked nose of mine. I made sure i had a big plaster on it. I dramatized it. Rohan stole glances at me and felt very guilty. I had no intentions to solely make him feel guilty. I just wanted his attention. I had gained enough. I wanted to move towards the next phase.
"Smile Ritika, Smile at him." Anandi prompted at me. I blushed at him. He asked me every half an hour if i was feeling okay. I nodded.
After the classes, Rohan stopped me in the corridor. "Hey may i drop you home?" he asked politely. I thought of my stern father who would make Rohan run for his life if he ever finds him with me.
Ritika said "Yes please." She pushed me towards him. She coaxed him to take me along. She said i am not feeling well and i needed to be dropped by someone. "I would have dropped her but i am going towards another direction." she mad a fake cry face. What a drama queen she was. She pulled it off so well.
I said i will manage. Rohan was too kind and i guess guilty to let me go alone. I gave in. For a moment, i had to simply think of myself.
He was very caring. He still is very caring. 20 years is not less of a time, I will come back to that later.
I just realized that he would be dropping me back on his "Red Hero" cycle. I can never forget that bumpy ride. No, please don't imagine me in the front while he was wrapping his hands almost around me. Reality was different.
I can never forget that bumpy ride sitting behind him. I almost strangled him. I was clinching on him holding his collar. Thank the horrible roads. I jumped so much all the way.
It was no way cute nor romantic. I had often heard of Sid, dropping Anandi on his big car. The name of which i never knew to pronounce.
Rohan kept talking to me about his life till now. His parents had parted ways two years from then. He was the only child. He had 6 cousins. He had studied in St. Mary's school and now he had shifted here with his father. Yes, he lived with his father.
I had images of him being a drunkard, who hit his wife. I know, it was very typical of me to think of him that way. He was nothing like that. He was a sweetheart by all means. No no, his mother was not someone who ran away with the driver or something. She too was a lovely lady. Just that their thinking differed, they parted their ways with mutual understanding,
Rohan often met his mother. He was a happy child.
I don't remember what else he had told about himself after that. I was lying on the road, flashing my white panty through my up turned skirt. I was embarrassed not just because of my fall but because he went on cycling and talking.
He had no idea, that he would have to pay for it throughout his life. At least for the next 20 years!
I screamed out his name after he went about 5 meters away from me. He looked behind. After comprehending the situation, he threw his cycle and helped me stand,
He held my hand, never to leave... :) There sees my father at me in a situation holding a guy's hand in the middle of the street. Yes, i had not yet covered my thighs. I was too much in pain. I was embarrassed.
A series of events had to follow to lend me where i stand now.
To be continued
"He thought i am some great player and he wants to play with me." i announced. "That's nice.... as well as bad. You aren't good at it." she rubbed salt on my already wounded heart.
"No worries, he won't ask you to play as of now. Just act very sick. After a few days you start acting as if you hate the game."
"You mean i must act like a patient who suddenly started hating her favoutite things pre accident?" I questioned.
"Yes something like that. Until then, i will make sure you guys build up the bonding." she assured. She is a sweetheart. I murmured to myself.
We walked towards the classroom. My nose was slightly bleeding. I didn't feel much of pain yet i felt very dizzy. Anandi's words had dominated my mind. I had to make sure that Rohan forgets about the match at any cost. I wish i knew he never forgot about the match even after 20 years!
I was the star kid of the day. Every teacher made sure they ask about the cracked nose of mine. I made sure i had a big plaster on it. I dramatized it. Rohan stole glances at me and felt very guilty. I had no intentions to solely make him feel guilty. I just wanted his attention. I had gained enough. I wanted to move towards the next phase.
"Smile Ritika, Smile at him." Anandi prompted at me. I blushed at him. He asked me every half an hour if i was feeling okay. I nodded.
After the classes, Rohan stopped me in the corridor. "Hey may i drop you home?" he asked politely. I thought of my stern father who would make Rohan run for his life if he ever finds him with me.
Ritika said "Yes please." She pushed me towards him. She coaxed him to take me along. She said i am not feeling well and i needed to be dropped by someone. "I would have dropped her but i am going towards another direction." she mad a fake cry face. What a drama queen she was. She pulled it off so well.
I said i will manage. Rohan was too kind and i guess guilty to let me go alone. I gave in. For a moment, i had to simply think of myself.
He was very caring. He still is very caring. 20 years is not less of a time, I will come back to that later.
I just realized that he would be dropping me back on his "Red Hero" cycle. I can never forget that bumpy ride. No, please don't imagine me in the front while he was wrapping his hands almost around me. Reality was different.
I can never forget that bumpy ride sitting behind him. I almost strangled him. I was clinching on him holding his collar. Thank the horrible roads. I jumped so much all the way.
It was no way cute nor romantic. I had often heard of Sid, dropping Anandi on his big car. The name of which i never knew to pronounce.
Rohan kept talking to me about his life till now. His parents had parted ways two years from then. He was the only child. He had 6 cousins. He had studied in St. Mary's school and now he had shifted here with his father. Yes, he lived with his father.
I had images of him being a drunkard, who hit his wife. I know, it was very typical of me to think of him that way. He was nothing like that. He was a sweetheart by all means. No no, his mother was not someone who ran away with the driver or something. She too was a lovely lady. Just that their thinking differed, they parted their ways with mutual understanding,
Rohan often met his mother. He was a happy child.
I don't remember what else he had told about himself after that. I was lying on the road, flashing my white panty through my up turned skirt. I was embarrassed not just because of my fall but because he went on cycling and talking.
He had no idea, that he would have to pay for it throughout his life. At least for the next 20 years!
I screamed out his name after he went about 5 meters away from me. He looked behind. After comprehending the situation, he threw his cycle and helped me stand,
He held my hand, never to leave... :) There sees my father at me in a situation holding a guy's hand in the middle of the street. Yes, i had not yet covered my thighs. I was too much in pain. I was embarrassed.
A series of events had to follow to lend me where i stand now.
To be continued
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