Hello, I am Uma. I love Kunal.
But we come to know that Kunal has heart disease.
Our world breaks Infront of our eyes.
I am trying to pull him out from a dark, hopeless valley though I am fearful and lost.
Then, Shivay meets me like a God. He holds my hand to pass on that valley.
I am in dilemma. Kunal or Shivay? Who is my companion on the earth? Who is the base of my life?
It’s a story of love, friendship, fear, and expectation.
Chapter – 1
I was wandering with Dev along the beach. He was gazing at me. I held his hand, looking into the horizon.
“Dev, I can’t walk anymore,” I uttered with exasperation, sat on a stone.
“Uma, come on,” Dev pulled my hand.
“No, I can’t,” I glanced towards endless blue ocean.
“I can hold you in my arms, forever,” he knelt down, pulled my cheeks and began carrying me.
I grinned, positioned myself in his warm embrace.
“Ohhh, God! Why does mamma always shout in the middle of my dream?” I threw the blanket and woke up.
“Why did Dev leave me?” I sighed to myself, recollected my dream as I got out of bed.
“I don’t know why you repeat the same question daily. Do you think he would come back? Instead of waiting for him, just focus on your study,” I chided myself, brushed off those thoughts.
I walked towards bathroom looking to mamma. She was offering milk to Kanha while ringing the bell. I turned on the shower knob and let the water fall on my body. I wanted to hide myself in the water being poured over my head.
“Should I call him?” I thought while wearing black top.
“When would he pick up your call? He has not picked up a single call since many months. He had not replied to any of your pleading messages. Ever. Why do you still want to call him?” my mini-me frowned.
Because I love him.
I stood in front of the mirror gazing at myself. “Doesn’t he like my nose?” I thought, I should ask him what he doesn’t like about me.
I took mobile from the study table and dialled Dev’s number. I then disconnected it, remembered that he would never pick it up.
I couldn’t stop myself and called him again. It rang. He didn’t answer. I dialled his number again, bit my nails, hoped that he will pick up. I wanted to listen his voice only. Don’t I deserve that?
“Why did I propose him? the man who even don’t care for me, how could I think about giving my whole life to him?” helplessly sat back on my bed, stared towards the mirror.