Part 4 (1/2)

Rohan logged on to his Gtalk once I went to sleep. He wanted someone with whom he could share his pain. More than that, he needed that one person who could support him in his decision to not let go.

He felt Virat was the one who would understand him well as he was waiting for his relations.h.i.+p to click.

They greeted each other and started chatting.

Rohan: 'I am losing the love of my life, slowly and painfully. You are lucky, my friend, that you have your best friend and your love by your side.'

Virat: 'Don't be so sad. You are not losing anything. It's her loss that she is going away from you.

And keep your hopes alive. Who knows, maybe she will change her mind?'

Rohan: 'I don't know. I am totally confused. I understand that going against your family is not easy but somewhere I feel there is some other reason behind it. I can somehow sense it.'

Virat: 'Relax. And never say that you are alone. I remember you mentioning something about your teacher who understands your feelings, right? '

Rohan: 'Riddhima. Yeah, she does. She really supports me and is really sweet.'

Virat: 'See, you have an option. Don't worry. Just chill. Plus you have me to count on as well. If you need anything or if you feel alone, just buzz me. I will be there.'

Rohan: 'Thanks. What's happening with you?'

Virat: 'Dude, I have my dance compet.i.tion coming up and I am super tense as I am the Shakti Kapoor of dancing.'

Rohan: 'Ha ha. Best of luck bro.'

Rohan logged out just when he received a call from Riddhima. She was worried about him and had called to see how he was doing. She wanted things to get back to normal between Rohan and Zoya as she wanted to see Rohan happy and his happiness lied in Zoya. When she came to know what had happened, she tried to lift his morale by telling him she'll be by his side, come what may.

'Rohan, I know this is not the right time to tell you this but I really care about you and can't see you like this. Smile for me, at least. Whenever you feel low, you will always find me holding your hand and walking with you,' Riddhima said expressing her feelings.

'I know and I am lucky to have you with me. I hope my life gets back on track soon. Love you for whatever you are doing for me,' Rohan said emotionally and hung up.

Riddhima prayed for Rohan's well-being and happiness.

Love surprises us in unexpected ways, in ways that are beyond our comprehension. It's never the sweet words or the mushy gifts that matter. What matters more are little things like caring about someone and not being able to sleep till you're sure that the one you love is safe and sound. On one side, there was Riddhima who really loved Rohan and wanted to live her life with him, and on the other hand there was Zoya who really loved Rohan but had ruined every possibility of a future with him.

Rohan was lonely and felt alone even when there were two girls in his life who really loved him. He cared about Zoya and trusted her completely. But he knew that when you completely trust a person with all your heart, you either get a friend for life or a lesson for life!

Then, there was Virat who loved Mahek and wanted to spend his entire life with her and there was Kavya who always stood by his side and was a really good friend to him. Rohan and Virat were not exactly the closest of friends, but knew that they had each other's backs. A relations.h.i.+p does not need promises, terms, and conditions. It just needs two wonderful people that click!

Life is Not Always Fair.

Mid-August, 2009.

The dance compet.i.tion at Biosis College was inching closer to its date. Mehak would've never agreed to dance with Virat if it wasn't for the fun they had been having lately. She knew that he wasn't really interested in the dance compet.i.tion, yet she decided to teach him the basics and teamed up with him.

Solo dance is comparatively easier compared to group dancing as it doesn't require co-ordination between two people and some mistakes can be overlooked. But in salsa, it was unacceptable for them to make even a minute error. Mahek wanted to win this compet.i.tion because it would've helped her move a step closer to fulfilling her dream. She was tense as the compet.i.tion was hardly a few days away and Virat was still not getting the moves right.

Mahek used to teach Virat salsa daily and they would practice endlessly to get the moves right at Virat's apartment. With each pa.s.sing day, his dancing improved but the chemistry between them was lacking as Virat was focusing more on the legs than the eyes. It had to be effortless dancing but it seemed as though he was 'forcing' his legs to move back and forth and he always had trouble knowing when to pause. Virat always made a mistake around beat four when he was supposed to pause.

'Virat, how many times have I told you to let your body loose while dancing? Don't be stiff. You keep committing the same mistake all over again and you are not concentrating on the pauses,' Mehak said irritably.

'What sort of a stupid dance form is this? Let me teach you the Nas.h.i.+k dhol dance. There are no pauses in it,' said Virat.

'Cla.s.sy people learn salsa while others do the naagin dance,' she shot back at him.

'Oh, please. Anyway, chuck it. Let's practice,' Virat said, keeping his hands on her waist.

'Move your right foot first. Imagine where you are standing as point 1, then point 2 is about a foot in front of you, and point 3 is about a foot behind you. Now move, rhythmically,' Mahek guided him as their eyes met.

They came closer as they danced to the point that they were almost touching each other. Their faces were so close that their lips almost met as well. Virat held her firmly by her waist and brought her even closer. He could feel her breath on his neck. Virat was about to lean in and kiss her when the bell rang.

Mehak regained her composure and pushed Virat away while his heart skipped a beat, the way it does when someone catches you watching p.o.r.n.

Virat opened the door to find Kavya standing in front of him.

'Kavya, you should have messaged me before coming,' Virat screamed.

'Shut up. I am not here to meet you. I have come to meet Mahek. Where is she?' she said walking inside the bedroom and continued, 'Oh, there you are! Mehak, I just asked the organizers when your is act. They told me you both will be performing third.'

Mehak's nervousness was clearly visible on her face. She was almost on the verge of crying because she knew how desperately she wanted to win the compet.i.tion. Virat could sense her tension and see the tears in her eyes as they stood there, staring at each other. He went closer to her and gave her a pat on the back, a.s.suring her that they would win the compet.i.tion, easily. He decided to get serious about winning the compet.i.tion since it mattered so much to her.

'Do you want to something to eat?' Virat asked both of them.

'What all do you have? I am really hungry,' Kavya replied.

'Oh, madam. This is not a hotel. It's my house.'

'Can you make Egg Bhurji for me?' Mehak said in a sweet voice.

'Yeah, yeah. He will. He is an awesome cook. You should taste him. I mean something made by him,'

Kavya teased.

Virat threw a pillow at her as he walked into the kitchen. Mehak looked down in awkwardness. As Kavya lay down on the bed, she noticed that Virat had cleaned his room and everything was in its place.

Kavya thought it odd as she had seen his room clean for the first time in her life. She was surprised to see this sudden change in him. She never missed an opportunity to pull his leg and now she would tease him all the more since she had the upper hand knowing Virat would keep his mouth sealed in front of Mahek.

'Mahek, you should have seen this room a few days back. It looked so s.e.xy,' Kavya said in a high pitch, making sure Virat heard her.

'Will you keep your mouth shut?' Virat shouted from inside.

Mahek was curious to know more and kept asking her how the room looked. Virat tried hard to keep her quiet but to no avail.

'This rope that's hanging above your head was previously being used to dry his underwear and dirty towels,' Kavya laughed.

'Ements that both the girls were pa.s.sing. He couldn't take it anymore. The Egg Bhurji was ready and so was Virat. Instead of bringing plates from the kitchen, he brought a bucket of cold water from the washroom and spilled it on both of them.