Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra
Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra

Muskaan Jiwani

Drama Romance


3.8  

Muskaan Jiwani

Drama Romance


Dreams Turned Into Reality...

Dreams Turned Into Reality...

6 mins 290 6 mins 290

I sat with my friends in the dining hall and immediately looked around until my eyes landed on him, someone who could only be seen from afar, but not touched or talked to. It was the same pattern from the very beginning; come, sit in the cafeteria or class or anywhere, and inconspicuously stare at him. All I could do was see him and wish that he would talk to me and be with me, but I was very well aware of the fact that I was not his type at all. He looked like a Greek god; perfectly chiseled sharp jaw, lips so perfectly molded, nose straight and long, and God, those eyes- one could drown in the beauty of those forest green eyes. He sat there with his fingers tousling his chestnut hair as he laughed at the jokes his friends told him. It was rather evident that he was everyone's favourite in school; not only for his perfect looks but also his personality, as well. He'd caught me staring at him a couple of times and had done nothing but smile and wave which left me in a blushing mess. Overflowing with irresistible temptation came the very embarrassment that locked me out of my own potential, as I'd stop myself nearly every time we crossed paths in the hallways during breaks. Ironically enough, he happened to reside in the same apartment complex as I did, yet fortunately enough for me, we never bumped into each other in the elevator.  

     I huffed in relief when I stepped into the building; glad that the day was over, but little did I know that it was far from over. I stepped into the elevator and looked at my reflection in the mirror as I waited for the door to close. My black hair… straight, simple, and reaching mid-back, my petit form covered by the loose band t-shirt I wore, and my brown eyes laid framed by the very thickness of my reading glasses. My friends always tried to force me to get rid of those glasses and wear clothes that highlighted my figure, but I refused to do anything that would make me the centre of attention…


.I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a voice. "Hey, stop the door please." I looked up and saw him rushing towards the door, but it was too late by the time I reacted, and the door had already closed. Guilt rushed through me and I wished that I could turn back time and hold the elevator door open for him just so that we could have a conversation for once, but no, my walnut-sized brain couldn't react fast enough in situations like these. I sighed in disdain as I stepped out of the elevator and smacked straight into a wall. I never remember there being a wall in front of the elevator. I looked up only to look back down at my feet in embarrassment - it was him. He must have run up the stairs to catch up with me, maybe to shout at me for not holding the elevator door open for him. "What is your name?" he asked, and I looked around to confirm that he was, indeed, talking to me. "My name is Arabelle." "That is a beautiful name." 'Not as beautiful as you', I thought and bit my tongue to avoid saying it out loud. I need to stop acting like a teenage girl who is obsessed with a guy, but in reality, wasn't I?  

   "…Do you want to hang out sometimes?'' Wait, what! He said he wanted to hang out. I must have misheard him. "what did you say?" "I asked you if you wanted to hang out sometime." The tip of his ears turned red because of embarrassment, I presumed. I was surprised when he leaned into me pecked my lips, my heart started to beat fast and had he not pulled away I would have started to hyperventilate. I looked at him and his next words made my heart melt like butter exposed to heat, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I have been seeing you for the last 3 years and have never dared to talk to you. I know you don't know me and stuff, but I want you to be with me forever, but more than just friends." "I don't think I deserve to be with someone as good as you," what I just said broke both of our hearts. "What makes you think that you are not good enough? Look at you, you are beautiful, not just from the physical looks of it, but also from the heart. You are generous and kind and loving, you would even go to such an extent that you would help the person who did bad to you. Yet, here you stand, telling me that you are not good enough. Maybe you should see yourself from another angle because you are soo much better than you think."


Nobody had ever said such sweet things about me, not a single soul. I was in an extreme state of euphoria which I never wanted to leave; I could not believe that this was real. I pinched myself and it hurt; which meant that this was, indeed, true. "Nobody ever said such things about me," I whispered as tears filled up my eyes. Hey, hey, shh. Don't cry, Arabelle. I just told you the truth, you are everything one could ask for and those who don't see this are blind." What did I do to deserve such a great guy? I still couldn't believe that this was real. I took a step towards him and he reacted instantly by pulling me into a hug. My heart slowed down, and his embrace made me feel like I was in a safe place, away from all those who had ever caused harm to me. I pulled away from the hug and I touched his face, feeling every detail and memorizing every part of it like as though it was a map that I needed to survive. He let me continue staring at him and play with his hair as he stood with his hands on my waist, a content smile on his face.  

  

"Do you really love me?" I wanted to make sure that I wasn't being played, his eyes reflected hurt and that reassured me a little. "Of course I love you, I would be damned if I played with the feelings of someone as pure as you…You don't know how much I envy you, I can't even put it into words." he was such a sweetheart, I couldn't believe he wanted to be with me, but the way he talked about me just made me feel like another person altogether. "I am sorry for doubting you, I shouldn't have done that." "It is alright sweetheart, you just wanted to make sure that you did not get hurt, I completely understand." I might end up with diabetes because of his sweetness. "Let's not waste any more time, as I am sure that we already did that for long enough." We both laughed and headed back into the elevator together and all I could think was that, 'I might have found my happy ending, after all.' 


Rate this content
Log in

More english story from Muskaan Jiwani

Similar english story from Drama