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.
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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