The Best Mistake

“I love her. How do I confess?” A brown-eyed guy confessed in the church of Curitiba, Brazil.

Here starts the story of Aisha Hadrat and Akshar Aneja. Both met at the small park in front of the college. Aisha Hadrat was from a typical Indian family of Ahmedabad. She was never allowed to take higher education at college. After leaving school with a good percentage, Mr. and Mrs.Hadrat riveted her marriage with 10 years elder man. She cried and begged in front of her parents to undo their decision. Instead of hearing her, they captivated her in the room. Her brother rescued her and supported her to fly high.

Aisha Hadrat flew for Brazil leaving her marriage behind. She was a scholarship holder who went to Brazil for becoming independent. She took admission to one of the best colleges there. She had a great interest in Accounts. So, she decided to do graduation in Accounts. Aisha had one supportive person behind her always, Hamid Hadrat. Her brother always stood for her. He gave her 10,000 Real for her expenditure. It was enough to survive for more than five months. Aisha was missing her family badly. Her parents never yearned for her to be independent.

“Hey! You. Yes, you. Get up from here.” A blue-eyed boy said in a harsh voice.

Aisha stood up and started gazing at the guy who came along with two girls. He was the most charming figure of that university in which Aisha took admission as a scholar. Everyone used to call him Aksh. He didn’t even see Aisha’s face while being rude to her. He then lifted his face to see the girl who was still leering him.

“What? Are you new here? Can’t you see I need some privacy?” Aksh asked her.

Aisha went from there. Misery was easily recognizable on her small cute face. She convened enough mettle to call at home. Nobody picked up the call at home. She then whooped her brother to ask about him and their family.

Aisha: Hello, How are you?

Hamid: I am fine. Say about yourself.

Aisha: I am also fine. What about our family?

“Oh no! The cheap phone broke down. I will buy you a new one.” Aksh said and started laughing out loud. Mistakenly, he pushed her. Her phone broke down due to a heavy fall.

“What do you think of yourself? I don’t need any favor from your side. Why are you so irritated and stubborn?” Aisha yelled at Aksh.

“Oh please, I don’t want to hear your boring stuff. Take this money and get lost from here.” Aksh cut her talk in between and moved from there. He threw ten thousand real on the floor.

“How could anyone be so rude and harsh? He even doesn’t understand the importance of money. The spoiled son of a rich father is a perfect idiom suitable for him.” Aisha whispered and collected money that surrounded her feet.

The night adjoined the silence. Moreover, Aisha didn’t find a home yet to stay. She was still sitting there. Aksh was staying nearby in his accommodation. He was crossing that path and saw that the blue-eyed girl was still there. He went closer to her. He saw that she fell to sleep by bending her neck incautiously. He didn’t want to help her, but he sat beside her. He balanced her neck with his support and then slept on the bench beside her.

“I don’t want to marry. I want to study more, please. Dad, please.” Aisha was murmuring at midnight. That voice broke Aksh’s sleep.

Aksh woke up and realized that she was heating up by cold air. He held himself and then lifted her in his arms. He moved towards the nearby hospital. After admitting her, he wasn’t able to answer the question asked by the receptionist.

“What is the name of the patient?” Receptionist asked.

“I don’t know.” He replied.

After an hour, Aisha woke up and found that she was lying on the bed.

“Where am I? Who brought me here?” Aisha asked surprisingly.

“This is called a hospital. Me! Akshar Aneja, who broke your phone in the morning,” Aksh replied.

“But why am I here?” She asked once again.

“Because I thought you need a bed to sleep. How could you sleep on a bench? You were heating up. At least you could have either found a place to stay or use that money to buy a new phone.” Akshar said.

“I don’t want your money. Already, I have the favor of somebody. I don’t want to increase that number by one more.” She replied to him.

“Whatever. Come with me to my home until you get proper accommodation. You can pay also if you want. Don’t feel special. It is just I wanted one flatmate. Alright? By the way, What is your name?” He said seriously.

“No thanks! I will find one for me. Aisha. Aisha Hadrat.” She replied.

“Just shut up! Come with me now.” He said and supported her to stand.

“How much rent I have to give?” She asked rudely.

“500 real per month.” He said impulsively.

Both of them came back to Akshar’s home. Aisha didn’t go to college that morning. Akshar went but he came back in between lectures. He was a one-year senior by her. He used to think that all girls are alike and cheap. But, that time coincided with his destiny. His thinking changed for the girl staying at his place. The books and black coffee were his best friends. He had never enjoyed his life until Aisha came into his life.

The main problem was that pain which he had never shown to anybody. He had money, charm, friends, and enough loneliness to cover all this. He had never told that he missed his mom, but he did. Aisha was the one who realized his pain when she saw him drinking a night.

“Why are you drinking so much?” Aisha asked.

“Because it never betrays me as everybody does. You know what? When I was small, mom left me alone. She died. Do you know the reason? It was my dad who killed her. He is a murderer. He was having an affair with another married woman. My mom committed suicide in front of my eyes. She couldn’t hear abuses of society and his husband. How could she be so selfish? She kept her husband on priority. What about me? I am dying every single day. Mr. Aneja is very happy with his new wife. What about me? I hate myself.” Akshar said it with teary eyes. He fell on the floor because of being drunken. Aisha heard all this and acquired that he and she were going through the same pain of missing their family. Both were alone.

When Akshar woke up the next day, he saw that his room was full of balloons and flowers. He noticed that it wasn’t his birthday.

“Aisha, have you done this? Why and for whom?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, I have done this for us. Because I think celebration doesn’t need any special occasion. It is just everyone needs to heal after getting so many injuries. You are the best mistake of my life. I am lucky enough to have a friend like you.” Aisha said happily.

“I respect you, Aisha,” Akshar said gently.