THE UNSPOKEN WORDS

                              -  Titanium Prime.
                
                   PROLOGUE.

"When you left all I wanted to say was, 'Please don't go. Stay!'. But all I could say was, 'Go, stay happy!' "

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Apeksha's P. O. V.

Forget him.
Forget him.
Forget him.
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.
.
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.
I kept on chanting to myself.

Oh God! I wish, I could just erase my feelings for him.
I wish, I didn't love him like I do.
I wish, that I could forget it all with a snap of my finger.
Because every late night that I am awake thinking what we could be, I feel heartbroken because I know that we can't be together.
And it hurts......
I am so tired of being so sad.

But I can't. I simply can't forget him. Because this is my heart and not some memory chip that I press delete and boom!
No.
But how I wish it was.

As the clock struck near flight times, I got up from my seat, arranged my luggage that was way too much as I was finally going to Oxford to study Statistics, Analysis and Economics.

I was nostalgic. Leaving behind my family, my friends, my country and innumerable memories is not easy. Leaving behind Rehan is not easy. I don't know when again can we meet? When again can I see him? I don't know.

I hadn't seen him for past few days, since I came from France and honestly I don't have any hope too. But as much as I want to neglect the fact, I do want to get his one glimpse, at least before I leave. One glimpse for another five years. Just one glimpse.

I looked back, maybe, maybe some miracle can happen. Maybe. But no, this is real life. I woundn't get to see him.

" All the passengers are requested to report as soon as possible. " The announcer's voice boomed across the airport.

I tried to manage my luggage as I moved towards the counter. In haste I stumbled, and my luggage scattered all over . I looked down, my shoe laces were open, that's why I stumbled..... Great. I am such a mess. My luggage, my shoe lace, buff!!!

I tried to balance my luggage on my either side, redid the strap of my bag and bent down, but before my hands could reach my shoe laces, someone beat me to it.

Those hands picked my shoe lace and began tying them and I did not even have had to look at his face to know who he is, my heart beat had already informed me his identity.
Rehan.
Miracles do happen, and when they do don't leave them.

I looked at him, as always gorgeous he was, as always soothing, as always my love. How I wish I could capture this moment forever. He was still tying my shoe lace.

After he had tied them he held them and we just sat there, I was looking at him but he was looking down at my shoes, not leaving the shoe laces still, as if they were an anchor.

I will go away.
He will go away.
My heart started sinking. My throat started drying and I swallowed my spit.

Finally, I chuckled, " I guess it's done then. Thank you. "

He looked up, " I will miss you Apeksha. " his Adam's apple bobbled up and down clearly showing the turmoil he was in.  An unknown emotion crossed his face and I was surprised at his sudden confession.

My heart clenched at that.

And I love you Rehan.

" I..... I will miss you too, Rehan. " I admitted with a sad smile as
I pronounced his name, relishing the sound of it. Cherishing the way my tongue processed it.

We both got up. There was an awkward silence. All I could do was stare at him. Looking at him for the last time was like trying to hold sand in my hands, it was slipping away faster than I could process.

" So, London? " he asked.

Tell him. Tell him.

" Yeah. Canada? " I asked, though I knew but......... still.

" Canada. " he confirmed.

Tell him woman.
Are you crazy?
No. Stay calm.

" Great." I said as I heard the announcer call me again.

" Guess I have to go. " I fake smiled.

" Apeksha........ " he breathed out.

" Yeah! " I looked at him expectantly.
Wierd, I wanted him to stop me. To tell me not to go.

Silence.

He shook his head.
" Nothing. Bye." he waved his hand. " Be safe. "

I. Love. You.

I looked at him for the last time, "Bye. " I sighed, fiercely stopping my lips from trembling. " Take care. " I playfully hit his chest. I wanted to touch him, call me wierd but I did.

He held my hand, my palm trapped wonderfully between his chest and hand. Warmth, comfort all travelled throughout my body.
" Keep my pendant safe. " he said.

" Always. " I smiled genuinely holding the pendant tied around my neck, with my other hand.

" Goodbye. "

I heard my hardest goodbye, passed a small smile and very reluctantly pulled my hand back.

And before my tears could betray me and I become a crybaby, I headed towards the counter, leaving my heart behind. Leaving my love behind.

I could tell him.
But I didn't.
I left those unspoken words, unspoken.......

As I sat on my seat in business class, all I could do was open my diary and reread it, reminiscing every moment I had captured in it's pages that I had spent with him.

I closed my eyes, trip till U. K will be way too long......

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//  * So like The Bollywood Ritual and being a dreamer brown girl that I am my story too starts in the Airport with a flashback......... Brown Bollywood Fangirl Squeals! Ha. Ha. Ha. I was expecting the plane not to take off but sadly this isn't a cliche Bollywood blockbuster so bear with me. One samosa with jalebi to you if you plan to read it further.
// Author's note in the middle because we are friends and you'd let this pass *wink*. Here the A/N ends and the prologue continues. *//

Apeksha's ideal list for her ideal boy is way too ideal....

1) He must love her to the core. She has always dreamt of a loving, caring, dreamland types of Mr. Right. The one who respects her, bears all her tantrums with a smile, understand her, know everything about her, her likes, dislikes, her dreams. The one who understands what exactly she wants without her telling him. The one who accepts her in her Imperfectness.

2) The Boy must stay away from all Bad Things. He must not smoke, drink, take drugs and you know stuff that Apeksha hates.

3) Must be spiritual, religious and a good cook. Should not be arrogant or think himself to be superior or dominant.

4) Must not be a pervert. He shouldn't have had touched any other girl, and certainly she hates playboys.

5) Rich, handsome, popular...... Nah. Apeksha never wanted that because herself she is stinking rich and craves for a normal, simple life.

Way too ideal right? This is imaginary though. No boy is like that. So how does she find a perfect match?

Everyone knows that the good girl has no boyfriend but no-one knows that she is already in love with Rehan Kshatriya. Not for one, two, three but many years together.

Rehan Kshatriya is everything but her Ideal boy.

Popular, extremely wealthy, affluent, drop dead dashing, muscular, bikes, smoking, popular friends, paparazzi,  a new girlfriend each week. Duh! Practically nothing that Apeksha wants.

But you cannot decide that with whom you are bound to fall in love with? Can you?

She knows Kshatriya is a distant dream but the thing she doesn't know is Kshatriya religiously follows the rule that tops Apeksha's ideal chart, without Apeksha knowing that.........

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Hello Again!

Quite glad on your choice of   reading further.

A very happy,
and definately dancing with peppy tunes being played in the background

~Titanium Prime.