The Drafted Diary

"Omg, my diary is missing, how it can be even possible, this is the most important part of my validity", screaming Anita was looking for her beloved diary where she stored all her secret, the love, pain, happiness, and sorrows, the untold story which is genuinely a secret for others even for her best buddy Sukhi. But strange, one day before her engagement that diary is missing. "Oh no," the headache covered her head with some uncertain expectation. With this dilemma, she got on for a nap. 

"Why you did this to me?" Her would-be husband/fiance Abhishek is asking, "why you did this to me, Anita? You were in love with someone else and you even don't realize it's cheating. Don't you really think that I have this much right to know about your past? Luckily I got your diary. Everything was mentioned over there. Then why why why???" She got up by saying, "Noooooo, it's not at all possible, how come he got to know my personal belongings? Wait, my preceding is not at all personal for me. Marriage is not a play. It's a whole life sharing the journey, so it's very much important for him to know more about my past and present even though he is not interested. I should speak up on my own. Yeah, with time, that personal diary has changed to a workaholic engineers diary but it was a personal diary earlier". By this impression, she got up from the bed and send a message to Abhishek, 

"Hi, I want to talk to you please meet me at Starbucks next to prestige park in an hour".

And within a sec she got a reply from him.

"Yeah sure, but don't reject the marriage and engagement. It took 3 years for me to make this transpire. Humble request, please don't say no." 

She replied, "be ensured, nothing like this is going to arise."

By giving assurance Anita began for the cafe.

Starbucks Prestige, time 5.30 pm. Anita and Abhishek are sitting together and both are silent, breaking the ice Anita started,

"Do you know why we are here today?"

Abhi: "No, that's why I am quiet."

Anita: "Then you must know all this which I am going to share."

Abhi: "Go ahead with your phrases, dear. I am here to listen to you." 

Anita: |There was a time when I was about to enter class 12th. I had seen him while coming back from coaching class, he means Saroj, who used to be my dream boy once. Haha, how mad I was, but people say immature love never lasts long. By proving them wrong our love story began and it was so magical like I used to feel butterflies in my stomach. that feels of the first love I have noted down in my diary. My diary, the diary which I love the most which stored the unspoken emotion of love, and the tears from my eyes... Life was very steady with him and it was almost six years we were in deep affection. He chose medical and I chose engineering. We both were the best in our own ways. I still remember the day when I got a job, he called me to throw a party. That place was so magical and we have spent some quality times. His voice, his touch, and that magical moment you can understand what I am speaking about are also drafted in that diary. Then before I started my journey toward my new job life I had asked my parents regarding a relationship. If I choose any guy for me, will they agree? They said yeah we are ok... I joined my new job, new office people, and the new lifestyle. He was busy in PG. Everything was smooth but that day..." Anita started shivering and her eyes were full of tears.

Abhi: (By holding her hands) "What happened dear, please tell me, don't be afraid I am with you." (By consoling her be was speaking all these.

Anita: "Then, then I got a call from his friend Subodh. He met with an accident and he was unconscious. I was mad and checked for flights immediately. Finally, I got one for the evening, trust me I didn't have that much patience to wait till evening. Trust me Abhi if I had a chance to reach by walk then I would have chosen that path but it was way more impossible as I had the only option left to wait till evening. I had started from the office at 1 pm cause I didn't want to miss the flight. Somehow time passed for me and I had never experienced such a waiting moment till now. Luckily the flight was on time. I reached Bhubaneswar and rushed into Appolo hospital, I was looking for him in reception. I met Subodh, by seeing me he couldn't control his tears and I was in a shock. Why was he crying?? What could have happened, is he in comma?? is he taken for any surgery? Trust me Abhi, not a single negative thought was not in my mind but it's in God's mind. Subodh told me he is no more due to heavy injury in his brain. Oh no, I lost my senses... Then I was in a dilemma. What happened to my life when his dead body was right after my eyes and it was like he was struggling to live for me but destiny had some other plan. After 11 days, I came back to Bangalore and didn't prefer to come back to Bhubaneswar. Then my parents were worried about my future and life. You rushed into my life and we became good friends but the diary was always my own personal space where I could share everything. You convinced my parents for marriage. My mom threatened me she would die if I did not marry and I thought instead of marrying a stranger I should marry my good friend. But today I realized the untold story of my life you should also know. At least you can take a call if you want to marry me or not."

Abhi: By taking a deep breath, just stood up from the chair. Anita also stood up by seeing him and he came closer to Anita and hugged her tightly and told: 

"Dear, you are really strong and my respect for you has increased after listening to all this. Let's go home. We have to do a lot of preparation for tomorrow." Then by looking towards the sky he told, "Saroj, I promise you. She will be happy with me forever."

Anita was smiling genuinely by listening to all these.

Finally, Anita was feeling light as she has shared all these with Abhi and was looking for something in her rack. Then she found her diary there. By seeing it she was so relaxed and was thinking maybe God also wanted me to share all these with him so he just hid my drafted diary here.