Layla: Untold Story

Disclaimer: All characters and events depicted below are purely fictional. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental. Anyway, don’t forget to check out Layla: Butterflies (Click here) before you proceed. I dedicate this to all the ladies out there.

8 years, 3 months, 25 days ago (don’t remember the hour, minutes or seconds) –

I had a tough time to find the nail polish matching with my Azure blue jeans. I wanted to look at my best. Feel confident and sexy. I was wondering if I should just put the lipstick or the whole set of makeup. Oh, it was a very confusing day. I took (just) 3 hours to get ready. I was worried about the people I was about to meet. Would they like me? Generally, people are just jealous of me. It was my first day at college. (for the record, it takes 2 hours and 50 minutes to get ready on a normal day)

I felt like every other guy was staring at me. It was not like; I was not checking them out! There were good looking, well-groomed guys too. One guy even approached me to ask my phone number on the first meet. What the heck! Do I look like a bitch? I had to slap him to get things straight. But, boy, he was charming. He had a good physique, hair, and a nice ass. I liked his confidence and the way he approached. And, we started talking (just talking; keep your dirty mind on hold). He was a good conversationalist; we used to talk for hours. He was rich and romantic (now that’s a good thing, huh)

After few days, I noticed another guy in our class. He used to sit at the back of the class in the rightmost corner. I felt his eyes upon me. This time it was different, it was not a vulgar stare. There was this shining in his eyes that caught mine. He was not very handsome but he was tall (had long legs, if you know what I mean). It might be his style or sexy smile. I still don’t know, there was something about him which was always intriguing.

Although he used to come occasionally to the class, he used to win the teacher’s heart. One day, my friend passed a book to me and told me to write my phone number. I saw the cover and found that the book belonged to him. I looked at him and he gave a creepy smile. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings so I gave my number. And when I asked for his, the fellow said “Sorry! I don’t have a mobile”. That was strange. I mean, this is the 21st century! And the guy doesn’t even have a mobile.

Meanwhile, I was in a relationship with the nice ass guy. After all, I found out that he was not so chivalrous as I thought. He was just another dominating jerk looking for pleasure. I broke up with him. After a long time, that day, it rained hard, almost for the whole day.  And when I checked my mobile in the evening, I had received some dumb text messages from an unknown number (at first, I thought it was from the nice-ass guy, but), when I inquired, I got to know that it was from the long-legs guy. Finally, the guy got a mobile (LOL)

I was confused about my relationship with the nice ass guy. I had to think a lot to convince myself that “I liked him but he was a jerk, so there was no way other than breaking apart”. It took me some time to come out of it. In the interim, I used to get these funny messages from the long-legs guy, and it kinda cheered me up. We used to chat for a whole day but I never spoke of my relationship with the nice ass guy. It was THE END of the nice-ass guy; he no longer existed in my world.

And we (I mean the long-legs guy) started talking (chatting, to be precise). I used to always disagree on his point of view. But he was polite and used to say – “Let’s agree to disagree” He always listened to me, he was calm even when we argued on some shitty topic. He never spoke much live (I mean in the real world). He was a geek with a sense of humor. He was protective, logical, pragmatic, straightforward, supportive and caring (what else women want). And aww, he was cute. I used to call him “baby” [***WTF, I hope this story gets better***]

It was my final year of the college. While I was sitting at home sipping my cup of tea, I got a call from him; it was so windy on his side that I wasn’t able to hear clearly. He said that he wanted to talk to me and I agreed to it. I was getting this weird and wonderful feeling that he was in love with me. And it felt good thinking that someone actually loves me. It was an amazing feeling which I can’t describe. I waited for him at the college but he didn’t turn up. He was late as usual and I got pissed off and left. I waited for his call or text, but there was no response. I felt like he was ignoring me. That made me go wild, I felt like hulk (I don’t remember if it was due to that time of the month). Maybe I was falling for him. I just slept over it.

I knew that he wasis going to propose me the next day and I didn’t know what to say. I was still confused. I saw him at the coaching institute, smiled and stood next to him. I asked, “Hey, you called me yesterday; you wanted to say something!” I don’t know what happened to him, he was silent for few seconds. And then he just gave the best proposal I have ever heard. He said “I still remember the first time I saw you…aah you know what I am going to say, right. (He paused for a second and said) I love you. Before you say anything else, let me complete. It’s not something which started yesterday or the day before, I have been feeling this for a long time. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Why am I telling this now? Coz we are almost done with our college, we might not even meet after this, but I really wanted to tell you the way I felt about you. 10 years down the line, I don’t wanna think that my life would have been different if I had proposed you. You don’t have to give an answer right now. Take your time. Think and decide.”

In that moment, I thought I was not ready for it. I was in love but I wanted to be independent. I had goals to achieve and I thought that a relationship might be a distraction for me at that point of time. So I tried to dodge the bullet. I said “Why…We hardly know each other”. He said “If you need to hear why I love you, I can go on all night and day. I mean, we know each other from the past 3 years, but if you still think the same, I am game to spend more time with you. I would love if I can get to know more about you. I want a lifetime with you, and with you, forever won’t be too long.” I had a lump in my throat. I lied, I said, “But I just see you as a friend”. For the first time, I saw the rage in his eyes. He said “I apologize; I can’t see myself as your friend or brother. I can’t play a different role in your life other than the one I want to.” I thought that was his arrogance to say something like that and not respect what I said. And my attitude came to play; I said: “I am really sorry”. He just smiled and walked away.

I wanted him to chase me and sweep me off my feet. But it didn’t happen. I will never forget what he said for the rest of my life.

To be continued – Layla: Reunion (Click here)

P.S. Now you know who Layla is. It’s time for Civil War 😀 Whose side are you on – Layla (Team Captain America) or Eric Clapton (Team Ironman) 😛

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104 thoughts on “Layla: Untold Story

  1. Hey 🙂
    Thank you for following me! That’s so cool! 😀
    I visited your blog and this story really touches me. I couldn’t stop reading and the ending is mysterious. I think it’s good to write about the love, that has no happy ending, cause we forget that so often in reality due to all these movies.
    Yours, littlegreenraven
    PS.: Team Layla

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  2. wow wow..this is getting better and better ! Wonderful !! And I liked the last part. – Now you know who Layla is. It’s time for Civil War😀 Whose side are you on – Layla (Team Captain America) or Eric Clapton (Team Iron man).haha that was hilarious. 😀 😀 Well frankly speaking I think both are justified in their viewpoints but still,I’m with Iron man.Layla is right about not giving an answer when he asked.But she could have confessed later.How would the guy know when she has openly said it was mere friendship she had with him. Anyway..great story JD ! Well done.I would call it Brilliant !! 🙂 🙂

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  3. Loved it! So good to read something other than those highly valued, preachy and divine love kinda story as everytime is not a moral science time 😀 and now coming to your characters, I have nothing to hold against Layla unlike other readers, reason being I don’t like straight line graphs 😀 and now coming to the author- Well done 👍 🙂

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  4. U just confused me JD , I find the iron man a decent guy any girl wud want such type of lover BT I’ll be on layla side. .as this is Wat happens in every girl life she knows the guy love her. bt love is just a word now days saying I love u or adding emo lines will nt effect girls😝 we girls need assurance. .. He wud have tried a few more tyms… He wud have started with a friedship again. .BT clg is over so,poor guy 😝

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    1. Haha, I appreciate your perspective. You will know how much she meant to him if you would have read Part I and don’t you think, she should have given a hint or she was taking him for granted 😛 anyway, let’s see what happens in the part III 😀

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      1. I had gone through both parts bt after reading part 2 I support layla … guy loved her nd somewhere girl too loved him that’s Wat I can judge by reading ur part 1 nd 2 bt still guy cud have putten more efforts .never mind it’s ur imagination let’s see where u take us in part 3 will they meet in future or a new layla will be entering. .

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  5. Hey ! not fair at all …How can she do this to him , I am very annoyed with Laila and feel pity for her . Poor Iron Man he deserves a better Layla no doubt but I am more offended on you if you wanted Iron Man could’ve been happy with her . :):) Very well written and depicts true story next door ..enjoyed reading :)​

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    1. Agree re being annoyed and pitying Layla ….she sounds like bit of an idiot:D:D ….Oh Layla,Layla,Layla …fickle and wanting to strike out as some kind of ‘Independant woman’ on a life of ‘adventure’ ……it’s a pity we don’t have the wisdom of maturity in youth …….or the beauty of youth in maturity:D:D
      She might have felt terrible about her stupidity all her life tho ….it would be interesting to find out:)

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      1. Right now I feel like defending Layla 😀 May be she was afraid of commitment at that point of time. I felt things would have been different if he would have chased her and swept her off her feet

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      2. :D:D:D ….Yes perhaps she was …and we don’t fully know her backstory do we? ……why this was so ……but yes perhaps at that point in time chasing her and sweeping her off her feet would have scared her off completely ….but my guess is she has thought of him often over the years ….maybe it would help both to meet up as ‘friends’ and see what happens …what are both circumstances now ..or maybe just keep the memories as one of those ‘life’ experiences …..a relationship that had many lovely moments but now time to let go and move on:)

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      3. Hey ! I know and understand what you say but it is “The reality” of our new modern society. Emotions are overlapped by practicality .. Money matters not love , Sad but true .. Great to read your words, otherwise I would have thought I am the only orthodox left on the block .. 🙂

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      4. I agree with you …..I think that we might see a turn full circle re ‘partnership’ and ‘love’ being about ‘growth’ …moving in the same direction through thick and thin ……my parents and grandparents generation seemed to manage it …and how lovely to reach old age and have someone to share warm affection and fond memories with ….its priceless …..hmmmm we learn a LOT from our screw ups:D:D:D
        Respect to you sister:) …..and lovely blog by the way:):):):)

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      5. Cheers !! to the thought Fijay same is to look around me my parents , grand parents and now me all living the same way , It is so wonderful to have someone to lean on , and to shout on .. lol !! fifteen years of my marriage taught me how difficult but wonderful Life is .. Need not run just keep moving .. Thanks a tonne for liking the blog , heartfelt thanks for stopping by and keep visiting , It really mean a lot truly 🙂

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      6. Yep …..you’re right wise lady ….it takes both sides tho …but I reckon elders around helps considerably ….particularly if/when the going gets tough for some reason …they’ve seen it all before and can help to get thro …..oh how I have longed for my father to walk in with his stern but kindly eyes in recent years ….but alas he passed a number of years ago now …….have had to be a lone wolf and practice meditation to see me thro ….maybe it’s karma:)

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      7. Oh so sad to know about your dad , I am sorry but God has all his plans you will find someone just like him one day , I pray you get someone who will never let you alone. Love to you 🙂

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      8. Thankyou …..and unless there is some miracle and someone drops straight from the sky into my lap I’m sticking with being a lone wolf who tunes into Om ……it’s safer:D:D:D
        Let it be food for thought for the youngsters tho ….’LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER!!!’:D:D:D
        Well ……….appreciate your parents whilst you have them at least 🙂

        And yes Bhaatdal I will be visiting your blog regularly …your on my checklist:D:D:D

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      9. Doh!
        Sorry …actually it sounds MUCH better than Bhaatdal …..your going to tell me Bhaatdal is something ridiculous now like Blog On aren’t you :D:D

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      10. JD I’m a middle aged mother of 2 !!! …..you are a cheeky young pup who needs to get on and find his Layla !!! :D:D
        But yes …I might learn a few words in Hindi …it’s another thing to learn from the Bloggosphere to go with the Maths and Physics 🙂

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      11. Haha, don’t worry I am not hitting on you 😛 I can help you with Hindi 🙂 Have no clue about Maths or Physics, I think I can fly 😛

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      12. No dear , not at all nonsense , Bhaat daal is a combo of rice and lentils , which means completion when mixed together. My staple food it is. Most parts of India consume it . 🙂 quite relishing and delicious and sense of completeness with universal approach. 🙂

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      13. Awww yes ….a daughter, you will have a very close bond:) …..I do with my sons although my eldest is a teenager now which brings with it its own issues:D:D ….not always easy:)
        And a happy Mother’s Day to you …..it must be different dates around the world as it was 21 March here ……here’s wishing a happy Mothers Day to all the Mothers and carers in India:):):):):)

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  6. I reckon she probably really, really, liked this guy ….but just wasn’t ready to ‘settle down’ and get married …….it can frighten the hell out of some girls you know ….sometimes people ‘mature’ later than others ….hmmmmm wonder what Layla’s doing now? ….if Iron Man is still carrying a torch for her he could maybe try finding out:)

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  7. Life indeed is funny ,and that story depicts real life ..you find this amazing guy but his either a friend and nothing more ..Layla lost a good person and did let him go ..but the guy should have ran after her like cmon thats what most chicks would want

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  8. I think Iron Man was lucky not to end up with Layla as she was not honest with him. Why the games? Iron Man shared his honest feelings with Layla, she did not share hers…if a relationship is going to wok both must be honest, otherwise why bother! Whose side are you on? 🙂

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  9. I am on the side of Layla😍😍
    all though I feel bad for the guy with long legs….but I guess…This Layla moment comes in the life of every girl . sometimes we know the guy is best…still keep them in friendzone or brozone😂😂😂😄😄😄😄

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    1. Haha 😀 I really appreciate your point of view but don’t you think Team Iron Man gave up too soon? May be if he would have chased her, he would have won her back! I think, I should write part 3😀 what do you say?

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