Trapped....(Part:2)

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(...Continued from Part:1)

 I don't exactly remember how I had met him. Was it at the college canteen?..the library??...or was it.....oh God! That same old headache pierces my skull yet again. I could never figure out that why, whenever I had tried to think of how we had first met, my thought process had always been blocked by a piercing headache. 

I had even asked him, if he remembered, and all my questions had brought up nothing more than an enchanting smile on his lips, that would make my heart skip a beat and a myriad of colours flashed in front of my eyes for a moment, creating all possible symmetries and assymetries...as if...a shot of my favourite drug had been sent cruising within my veins.


All that I know was that, he was a newcomer in our batch.....tall, stout, with a perfectly carved athletic body in a wheatish complexioned skin. His little stubble over his chin and his magnetic smile were what completed his looks. But what had drawn me towards him, were his pitch black eyes.....the eyes that could bewitch anybody....the eyes that spoke of the infinite secrets hidden beneath them....the eyes that had got me addicted...or obsessed the moment I had seen them.

His charisma could leave the entire college tongue tied......any girl weak on her knees...or, any guy with a complex.


And yet, I was the only one whom he spoke to. Actually, he wasn't much of a speaker. He was more a listener. He used to speak less, and listen more. Each and every word that I uttered....all my pains, all my complains...my smiles, my joys.....he used to listen, like that was the only voice in the entire Universe...like I was his only center of attraction. 


And him.....everything about him pierced right through my heart and soul. His voice gave me shivers of joy....his presence gave me goosebumps.....and the way he looked straight into my eyes filled me with butterflies. With him...the world felt like the seventh heavens.....more colourful, less noisy....more beautiful, less lonely...


He understood me, like nobody did...and I needed him, like I had never needed anyone. He was the only friend I had and with him, my world was perfect. It gave me an immense pride, as the entire campus stared at me whenever I used to be with him.....talking, laughing, sitting together at class or at the canteen, preparing notes....or just staring at his face, getting myself lost in the music of his voice.


I was his only friend here....but for me, Aryan was my world....my life, my addiction, my obsession, and everything beyond that......

(To be continued...)

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