"She was mesmerizing like the first rain."

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"You are a nobody!"

"You're nothing but a bad omen for this family!"

"You're the reason my daughter-in-law and grandchild died!"

"It should've been you instead of them!"

"I knew it was ominous to have taken you in!"

"You should just die! No one wants you here! You're nothing but a burden to us!"

"YOU DO NOT BELONG TO THIS FAMILY!"

"YOU SHOULD JUST DIE AND FREE US ALL!"

"BURDEN!"

"A BAD OMEN!"

"A BASTARD CHILD!"

"JUST DIE!"

I screamed as the voices in my head grew stronger, louder.. scarier. I was panting heavily. I clutched my chest, gasping for air.

Breathe in.. breathe out..

Yeah, breathe, just breathe, Arjun.

I can't!

I can't breathe.

My chest.. it feels heavier. My heart is pounding in my chest so loud that I think it's going to burst. Air, I need to breathe. But, I can't. I can't breathe.

Help me...

I feel like I am drowning. The voices were growing loud. I groaned and closed my ears. Someone take me out of this room! I can't breathe!

The walls felt like they were closing on me. It felt suffocating. I need to get out.

Take me out.

Please...

Get me out of here.

I want to... live.

I don't want to die.

Am I selfish for wanting to live?

Why does she want me to die? Does everyone want that? Should I just give in to this pain and.. die? Would that make everyone happy? Would.. would that make her happy?

Maybe I should.

Yeah, I should just die. It will be better that way. I have no one. It's better if I die. No one will mourn me. No one will care. Everyone will be happy.

Yes, I should die.

"Arjun..." A familiar voice spoke, gaining my attention. I looked around the dark room in search of the source of that sound.

That voice.

"Arjun..." The voice called out again. I frantically looked around for that voice, searching for it. Why can't I find you?

Please...

"Arjun..." I ran forward and saw a flicker of light. It felt like the only source of light in this dark room. I moved towards it. It was like it was pulling me towards it like a magnet.

"You wanted to die?" The voice said again. The familiar, soft, gentle, loving voice. My chest was physically hurting from guilt, from pain, from all the hurtings, from.. everything.

"I don't want to.. but they want me to." I choked out, in a low voice, still grasping for some air. I grabbed my wrist, nails dugging in my skin, but I couldn't feel it.

I couldn't feel anything.

Dead.

I already felt dead.

Empty.

The light came forward towards me. A gentle blue light. That felt more like hope. Shimmering. Glowing. Shining so brightly. I made me crave that shine.

"I don't want you to die." It said gently, but it had a tinge of disappointment. Was that disappointment for me not being dead or for me wanting to be dead? I think-I hoped it was the latter.

"I don't want to die either." I whispered. Save me. Don't let me die. Please, I beg you.

"Then don't." It said with care, concern, one I had been craving for my whole life.

"I have to. They don't want me here." I said. My voice was thick with all the pain and hurt I was feeling. Can someone take this pain off my chest?

As much as it pained. I wasn't selfish enough to make them suffer more than I already had.

"What are you talking about, huh?" The voice raised, scolding, it turned harsh, angry, disappointed.

"I want you here..." It whispered softly. "I don't want you to die. How dare you think no one wants you here? I want you. If you dare think that again, I'll kill you myself, you get me?" The voice scolded. There was no real bite to it, just pure, raw, unadulterated concern.

I chuckled bitterly. "I'm sorry." I apologized. I don't know why, but I just did. I felt like it.

The light came closer and wrapped itself around me in a comforting embrace like it was trying to ground me, keep me there with them. It was clinging to me like a second skin.

I felt safe.

I could finally breathe again.

I need this embrace. I needed a reminder to know that I matter. I matter, too. For someone. For myself.

It caressed the hidden marks on my waist and back. The marks I gave myself. The marks no one knew about except for me and my darkness.

"I want you here, Arjun. Don't say no one wants you here. I do. If I matter even a little to you. Don't leave me. Stay. With me. I'll be there for you. Always." It whispered. The whisper felt like hope dipped in care. A whisper that felt like a forever promise.

I leaned against the light. Letting myself be lost in front of it. Vulnerable. Weak. Everything I couldn't afford to be in real.

"I am not going anywhere. I'll stay. With you. For you." I whispered back, feeling the comfort of the embrace.

"Promise?" The voice chimed.

I chuckled, a tired but content sound. "Promise." I nodded.

The light started to fade. My eyes widened in panic. I shook my head frantically, stretching my hands desperately to hold onto that light.

"No, don't go, please. Don't leave me. I need you. I can't lose you. Not you, too." My voice cracked. It came out more like a broken, desperate plea.

"I am not leaving you, Arjun. Come find me. I know you will." The voice said. I felt a soft kiss being pressed against my forehead. I closed my eyes, leaning against the touch, letting out a soft sigh.

"I'll be waiting. And I want to see my Arjun smiling, okay?" It whispered one last time and then faded completely. Leaving me alone in the dark again.

Except, it wasn't so dark anymore. At the distant corner, I could see an opened door. A door waiting for me to come towards it.

I closed my eyes, exhaling. "I will find you. I promise." I whispered and made my way towards the door.

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I gasped as I woke up. I was bathed in sweat, my throat parched, eyes hazy with unshed pain.

Dream.

It's the same dream I've been dreaming for the last 15 years. The same dark thoughts, that had been consuming my mind.

I sighed, rubbing my face.

When will they stop? Probably never. Every night, I am scared to sleep because of this dream. Yet every night, I want to go to sleep because of the comfort that voice gives me.

I want it. Forever.

Even if I am being selfish. I want it. Nothing or no one's ever going to change that. Even if they try, I won't let them.

I stood up from my bed and made way towards the bathroom to fresh up and get ready for school.

The only good time in my life is the time I spend in school with my friends. Isn't it strange? Your home is supposed to be your safe haven. But mine is the one haunting memory I wish to erase every day.

Maybe it's not my home.

Maybe, just maybe, I haven't found my home yet.

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I came downstairs, and as usual, there was no one waiting on the dining table. No nagging for being late, no serving with love. There's just cold silence that never fails to remind me of my failure.

I greeted our cook, Sarika aunty. She gave me a kind smile and passed me my breakfast.

I miss you.

I quickly finished my breakfast and made my way outstairs towards Charu's house. Sigh, I just know she'll throw a fit if I left without her.

Silly girl.

Her house was just next to mine. We were the 'I could go to her terrace from my own' kinda next door neighbors.

As I was making my way towards her house, I saw Tarun uncle, Charu's father, and Suhana didi, his assistant coming out.

"Good morning, uncle. Hi, Suhana didi." I greeted with a polite smile. They both turned to me as my greeting gained their attention.

A slight smile came on uncle's face as he nodded at me in acknowledgment. Of course, uncle's signature nods, and those slight smiles to make us sure that he wasn't a robot. Uncle was the most strict, disciplined, and puntual man I'd ever seen. Even more than my dad.

Suhana didi, on the other hand, was the sweetest. And true to her nature, she gave me a huge, sweet smile. "Hi, Arjun. You haven't gone to school yet?" She asked, nodding towards my uniform.

"Oh, I was about to call Charu for that." I replied politely.

"Good, go quick. That girl is anything but puntual. Her mother had to drag her out of bed to wake her up this morning. Make sure you take her with you on time." Uncle said, shaking his head at his daughter's tardiness.

I nodded and bid them bye as they sat in Uncle's car and drove off.

I made my way towards her door and knocked twice. When no reply came, I decided to move inside. It wasn't anything new for me. I had done this countless times before since I was barely 3.

I went inside to see Veer bhai and Yug lazing around on the couch, watching a movie. As usual. Their perfect monday morning routine.

I went towards them. "Good morning, Arjun!" Yug greeted me first as he saw me entering.

"Morning, kiddo." I greeted back, turning towards Veer bhaiya. "Aur batao, bhaiya, kya chal raha hai?" I asked, and I sat beside him on the couch.

[What's up, brother? What are you up to recently?]

"Arjun, my boy." He said, like an old, wise man greeting a younster thrice down his age. "Everything's cool with me. As it is usually with cool people." He said, feigning arrogance.

"Yeah, but where are the cool people?" I teased, looking around as if to find someone else. Yug giggled at my words as I raised my hand to high-five him.

Veer bhaiya gave me a look, gesturing his hand towards him up and down. "Can't you see this 6 feet man right in front you, Arjun? And stay away from that witch. She's spoiling you." He said. His tone turned into mock seriousness.

"Too bad, I have to spend the whole day with her, since she's my deskmate now." I shrugged casually.

"Oh, poor you." Veer bhaiya made a face and patted my back with fake pity. A slightly amused smile came to my face at his drama.

"By the way, where is she?" I asked, looking around for her.

"Must be in her ro-" Bhaiya's words died down when we heard a sharp yet sweet voice from behind us.

"Wow, so now my brother is bitching about me with my own best friend behind my back, huh?" We turned to see Charu standing there with hands on her hip, eyes narrowed at us. A disapproving look on her face. I bit back a smile.

Found you.

"See, speak of the devil." Bhaiya muttered, turning back towards the TV. She came and threw a cushion at Bhaiya that she picked up from the couch.

Bhaiya gasped dramatically. "You're getting more violent, Churvi." He shook his head like a disappointed parent. "What manners are you teaching your younger?" He said, nodding towards Yug. "To hit their elder?"

Charvi scoffed, narrowing her eyes. "It's Charvi, not Churvi. First, learn to speak names properly, and then we'll talk, okay, bhaiya." She stressed the 'bhaiya' gritting her teeth, passing him a fake sweet smile.

"I know what it is. But, I think Churvi suits you better. Since you know Chudial+Charvi, Churvi. Perfect combination." He teased, with a cheeky grin.

[Witch]

"Ha, aur aap woh Veer Bahadur ho jo Katappa se darta hai." She taunted back with the same grin. Katappa, as in Tarun uncle, their father. These two came up with this nickname that everyone is aware of except Uncle himself.

[Yeah right, the 'mighty Veer Bahadur' who's terrified of Katappa.]

"As if you aren't."

"Toh mai choti hu na. Lekin aap toh itne bade ho." Charvi said, blinking her eyes innocently.

[I mean, I'm the younger one, right? But you're the oh-so-grown-up one.]

"Age ko beech me mat la." Veer bhaiya narrowed his eyes, his expression turning serious, feigning mock offense.

[Don't bring up age now.]

"Kitna jhagda karte hai ye dono. Ufff, mera chota sa dimag." Yug pouted, complaining dramatically, rubbing his temples like an fed up adult.

[You guys argue so much. Ufff, my little brain can only take so much.]

"Exactly." I interrupted. "Charu, we are getting late." I reminded her. Her expressions changed as she clicked her tongue and nodded.

"I'll go get my backpack."

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Virendra's hands trembled as he looked at the letter. The letter that his daughter left him. His daughter who ran away. I gripped the paper tightly in his hands.

The letter that read:

Baba, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run away like this. But I don't want to marry so soon, either. I want to be a lawyer. And unless I become that, I can't marry. It's not particularly about Rishi. And I am not denying to marry him either. I just need some time, namely 3 years. I'll return back to you, Baba. I'm not leaving you. I'll come back, I promise. Trust me this once. I'll be fine. When I come back, I'll marry whoever you want me to. No questions asked.

I am not leaving forever, Baba. Nor am I leaving because of some boy. I'll come back to you after completing my law degree. I'll come back and show it to you proudly. You'll be proud of me, right? I don't want you to be angry with me. I know, it was a bad decision, I should've talked it out. But.. you shouted at me, Baba. You never did that before. I trust you, but not on this thing.

Wait for me, please. I'll be back soon. I am not leaving you all. You're my family. Trust me this once.

I love you all.

Yours,

Meera.

Pallavi sobbed as Ragini tried to comfort her, barely concealing her own tears. Amma was frowning, a misture of anger and concern. Vanraj's brows were furrowed in concern and worry.

Vikram fisted his hands in anger while Garv was looking down, standing in a corner. His palm was digging in his wrists, posture tense, jaw clenched.

"Bhaag gayi se na chori? Manne pata thi ye baat. Jab pehli bhi je baat ho chuki thi, tab dobara kyu na hoti." Amma hissed, twisted her face in distaste. Her words dreaded in everyone's heart. The fear of what happened before happening again weighing heavy.

[She ran away, didn't she? I knew it. This thing has happened before. What's new this time?]

"My daughter didn't run away for some boy, Amma. She is not like her." Virendra gritted out, his voice hoarse from the surge of different emotion spiralling through his mind.

Vikram made his way towards Garv, grabbing his shoulder tightly. "You knew, didn't you?" He said, his tone was accusatory.

Grav didn't say anything. He kept looking down. "I asked you something, Garv!" He snapped, his voice roaring in the empty halls.

Garv flinched but nodded. Virendra's head snapped towards Garv. "Why did you let her go away like that? All alone? Don't you know what happened before? Don't you know the risks of what might happen?" Vikram scolded him.

"B-Bhaiya.. I-I.. just.." Garv stuttered, not knowing what to say. He knew that. He knew everything, but Meera wasn't a kid anymore. She had dreams. And he couldn't watch while they all killed her dreams.

"I just.. wanted to help-"

SLAP!

Before he could reply, a loud thud echoed through the room, followed by gasps. Garv's head turned sideways, his cheek burning from the sensation. He looked up to see Virendra standing there with red eyes, anger evident in his eyes.

"Where?" That's all he said, with a clenched jaw. Garv's hand raised to touch his cheek. He never did that. Virendra never raised his hand on any of them ever before.

"Where did she go, Garv?" He repeated his question.

"Bade baba.. I.. I don't know." Garv said, stuttering, head hung low.

"What do you mean you don't know?!" It was Vanraj this time who came forward, glaring at his son.

"We planned that she would go to Delhi to.. to attend NLA there. But.. but she forgot her tickets in her room. I don't know where she went." Garv confessed in a low voice.

"Garv, how could you be so stupid to let her go alone like that!?" Vanraj went to raise his hand on him, making Garv flinch, but Virendra stopped him.

"Ask our men to search for her." He ordered both Vikram and Vanraj. He clutched the letter tightly in his hand and stormed out of the room. Vikram and Vanraj followed after him.

Garv was still looking down. No, it was regret. It was due to fear and anxiety of something happening to his sister. He slowly turned towards his Pallavi ma. "Pallavi ma, I'm sorry." He apologized, his voice was low but sincere.

Pallavi exhaled heavily, wiping her never-ending tears. She gestured for him to come closer. Garv went towards her and sat down near her legs.

"I'm really sorry, Badi ma." His voice cracked, heavy from emotions. Pallavi caressed his cheek that was slapped. "I know you did it for Meera. It was her plan, wasn't it? Must be hurting, right?" She soothed the

stinging pain on his cheek.

"Not more than the guilt." He whispered, laying back on her lap.

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I looked at the time, 9:45 pm. Outside, the train windows showed nothing but streaks of inky black, broken occasionally by the flicker of passing lights and the glow of scattered station platforms we weren't stopping at.

Agra was next. Almost there.

I leaned back into the cold steel frame of the seat, the vibrations of the train sinking into my bones. My head ached faintly-part exhaustion, part the side effect of having shared a cabin with a girl who could talk for an entire village.

Meera.

Usually, I am bad with names. I don't really remember names that easily. Especially not of people I'd just met, or most probably, will never meet again.

But this girl... she made sure I never forget her name with her continuous chattering about the most random-est topics or for the bizarre-est reasons.

How can a person be extroverted and outgoing?

Not only me, she had a conversation about fabrics with the middle-aged woman sitting the next seat. All because that lady complimented her pink lehenga.

Who wears an outfit like that while traveling?

But then again, this girl was the one who didn't even know where she wanted to go. She just got on the first train set to go. And not to forget, how she was ready to give me a 500 for a 100.

She has zero survival skills. She looked young, too. Why was she traveling alone? Well, none of my business. But strange how she rambled about every little stuff, except this.

I looked at her slumped against the window fast asleep. Her hair was slightly tousled, flowing freely from the wind. Her eye fluttering occasionally. Her pink chuni tightly clutched against her chest.

She was beautiful.

She was mesmerizing like the first rain.

The beauty that you just can't help but look back to. That kind of beautiful. Her innocent charm only added more to it.

Wait, where did that come from?

It was true, though. She was indeed beautiful. Her long, raven hair looked so mesmerizing, flowing like that. They were really long, they reached her hips. I don't think I've seen someone with such long yet healthy hair. It suited her.

And then there was her pale skin, shining under the flickering street light. I can't compare her glow to even the moonlight. That'd be an understatement.

Her almond eyes, those greenish-grey orbs, looked so deep like they held millions of secrets yet so utterly innocent. They had a shine whenever she talked.

Her pink lips, the way they curled up whenever she smiled, or the way she twisted her face whenever she didn't like something, or when they pressed in line when she argued about something.

Her voice, it seemed like sugar dipped in honey. So sweet, so innocent, and utterly clueless.

Her cheeks, those rosy cheeks.

I think Gulabo really suits her better. At first, I just said it randomly because of her outfit. But now that I think of it, Gulabo does do justice to rosy cheeks.

And that small bindi that was adorning her forehead—

Wait, that's so creepy. I am staring at a sleeping person, praising her beauty like a mad man. Snap out of it, Dhruv. You're acting like a creep.

I sighed, glancing at her one last time before looking away. She made it so hard to look away. She looked so peaceful sleeping away all the worry if the world.

Not so long ago, she was complaining about the train seats not being made for 'human spine', especially for such long train journies. And now she looked like, she could sleep through a war.

A part of me envied that.

The announcement system crackled to life: "Next station-Agra Cantt. Agra Cantt is the next station."

I stood up to take my bag out from the overhead rack, the train now slowing down with a dull screech as Agra drew closer. The metallic clank of the wheels echoed through the coach. I slung the strap over my shoulder and turned slightly to look behind.

Meera was still fast asleep.

Her head rested against the cold glass window, one arm dangling from the seat, lips slightly parted, completely unaware of the station-or the world-approaching.

I hesitated.

Should I wake her?

Maybe I shouldn't interfere.

She didn't seem like someone who appreciated being woken up mid-dream. But then again... what if she missed her stop entirely? She'd already taken the wrong train. Sleeping through this would just add another line to her comedy of errors.

"Gulabo.." I called out to her. Which obviously got no reply. I leaned forward towards her seat. "Meera," I said, again, more firmly this time. She stirred, mumbling something coherently but didn't reply anything.

I sighed, shaking my head. My eyes fell on somerhing shiny laying on the ground. I picked it up. It was an anklet.

Was it hers?

A silver anklet. Delicate. The tiny bells had dulled over time, but they still jingled softly between my fingers. It was beautiful.. just like her.

I glanced at her feet.

One ankle had its pair still snugly wrapped around it. The other, bare.

Definitely hers.

I called out to her again. She jolted awake, gasping. She blinked her eyes and looked around. Her eyes fell on me as she squinted her eyes, frowning as she looked at me.

Then, as if realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. She exhaled, yawning. "What happened?" She asked, her voice still sleepy and hoarse.

"Agra." I said, moving back, hanging my bag over my shoulder. "Welcome to Agra." I said, glancing at her over my shoulder.

She stood up quickly, looking out the window. "Agra." She mumbled, pulling her bags out. I glanced at the anklet in my hand.

Her anklet.

For some readon, I tucked the anklet in my pocket and made my way out of the train.

Meera followed after me shortly, struggling with her bags, her chuni, and her height. After passing through the crowd, we finally came out of the train.

She turned to me. "Suniye," She said, making me turn towards her. "Kahiye," I said in the same tone.

[Listen / say]

"Maza aaya aapke saath safar karke. Yaad rakhiyega aapke 100 rupee udhar rahe hum par, asha karte hai phir milenge. Chaliye, chalte hai phir." She smiled sweetly and bid me goodbye with a slight little wave of her hand, which she did after a great struggle due to her bags.

[It was fun traveling with you. Remember, I owe you Rs. 100. I hope we meet again. Bye.]

Was this journey with me really enjoyable for her? If I remember well, half the time I was being a grumpy ass and an socially awkward freak. I am self-aware of my nature, okay. Most of the time, I ignored her rants, or my most replies were one worded.

I guess she was just being polite.

I nodded, "Bye." I muttered. She smiled and walked away. I stared at her retreating figure before shaking my head and making my way towards my

car.

She hoped we'd met again.

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I made my way outside. I needed a place to stay the night. I couldn't possibly take the train to Delhi right now. I was too train-lagged for that.

But before all that, I needed to find a telephone booth or something to make a call to Garv bhaiya. He must be hell worried. All of them must've found my letter by now.

I sighed, making my way out of the station.

As I was walking, my mind wandered back to that man. He didn't even give me his name. Or anything about him. All I had was this...

I stared at the cufflink in my hand.

His cufflink.

I found it on his seat while I was taking out my bags. A small, golden cufflink with the letter 'D' engraved over it.

Is it his initial?

Of course, it is.

So, he is D.

Is he D for Daivik, D for Daksh, or D for Darshan, or maybe D for Dev, or D for Divyansh. Or D for Dheer.

But why do I have a feeling that none of these is his name?

He could be D for Deepak, Dharmesh, Dinesh, Dilip, or Dharmendra, but no, those names doesn't suit his personality.

He was, too.. hot for those names. Arghh, Meera, what are you saying? Calling a stranger hot? That's so inappropriate. But he was handsome. Beautiful even.

First thing, he was tall. Very tall. And had a deep voice. The 'at least as deep as the pacific ocean' type deep. Too bad he didn't speak much. His amber eyes were so beautiful. Small, deep, but beautiful.

His hair looked soft and silky, I wanted to run my hand through them so badly. But I controlled. I didn't want him to think of me as some creep. Him thinking I was a chatterbox was bad enough. I wasn't a chatterbox, right?

He had a well-built body like those action heroes. But I could tell he was a gentleman. Though he pretended to be annoyed by my rambling. He didn't really call me out or tell me to stop. He even wasted his 100 rupee for me.

Geez, Meera, stop praising some other man like that. You're marriage is already fixed, remember?

I beamed as I saw a grocery store in front of me. I'll get a phone there. I made my way towards the store. A middle-aged man was sitting on a chair behind the counter, focused on the newpapers in his hand, squinting his eyes.

I looked closely. He was solving sudoku on it. Gods, the focus is had is what I envied. I approached him, my steps lighter as to not startle him. "Excuse me, Uncle?" I called out softly.

He looked up, fixing his glasses over his nose. "Yes?" He asked, closing the newspaper. His voice was thick and experienced.

"Can you please lend me your phone? I need to make an urgent phone call to my family." I requested. He looked me up and down, eyeing the bags in my hands. "I.. I don't have a phone and I want to inform my family that I reached. Kar dijiye na madat." I justified myself, just in case he thought I was a wrong person.

[Help me, please]

He nodded, passing me his phone. I took the phone and dialed Garv Bhaiya's number. After two rings, he finally picked up. "Hello, bhaiya, it's me, Mee-"

"Meera! Are you okay? Nothing happened, right? Where are you? And are you stupid? You forgot to take the ticket with you? Are you in Delhi? Where are you exactly?" His rambled cutting me off. His voice was frantic and worried.

"Relax, Bhaiya, I'm fine. Nothing happened. And no, I am not in Delhi." I explained calmly. My voice seemingly composed in contrast to his.

"What?!" He yelled over the phone. I had to take the phone away from my ear due to its impact. Gods, my eardrums!

"Why are you shouting?" I hissed in annoyance.

"Why am I shouting? Meera, you were supposed to be in Delhi. I asked my friend to arrange everything for you there and now you're telling me that you aren't in Delhi. Where the hell are you, Meera?!"

I sighed. "I am in Agra." I began to explain to him everything. How I ended up here, from the Ajmer station to Agra station.

He sighed overexagerated. "Meera, do you know how reckless that was? You could've just come back home at this point." His voice was calmer than before, but still sharp.

"No way. I am here now." I stated stubbornly. There was no way I was going to back down then and go back home after the trouble I had already taken to reach the station. "Tell me.. what was everyone's reaction back there? Is everything okay there?" I asked in a low.

The line went silent. There was a small pause before he spoke again. "Everything is fine here. I've handled everything here. But Meera, Bade Baba kind of now knows that you were supposed to be in Delhi. He sent men to search for you."

Oh shoot. "That means I can't go to Delhi anymore." I munbled more to myself than to him.

"Meera, just come back. We'll try to persuade Bade Baba by talking it out. You're in an unknown city. And you don't even know anything or anyone there. Just come back." He suggested, sighing.

"There's no way I am coming back now." I stated firmly. "And Agra it is. If Mahadev brought me here, there must've been a reason behind it. Unknown city or not, I'll complete my degree here and then only I'll come back."

"Meera, don't be stubborn. Do you know anything about Agra? Do you have any clue how things work there? Let me answer it for you, no. You don't. Where will you live there, huh? Look at the time, Meera, it's so late, almost midnight." His voice was softer, trying to make me understand.

But that was the thing I didn't want to understand. I was here now. So, Delhi or Agra, my goal is the same. Changing the way towards it doesn't really make a big difference.

I checked the time. 10:30 pm.

"Bhaiya, I know what I am doing. Please, trust me. And promise me one thing you'll not tell anyone that I'm in Agra." I said firmly, leaving no room for any more argument. And if he didn't drop it this moment, I'm gonna hand up.

There was another pause. A bigger one this time. "Fine," he finally said, sighing dweply. "Just.. Just stay in contact, okay?"

"I will." I nodded as if he could see me right now.

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Meera be making a dictionary out of names from the letter 'D' and still not getting his name.

My poor Arjun :(

And Garv, boy got slapped for no reason-not that it was his fault anyway.

And Dhruv babu, stealing is a crime. Especially from girls if it's about their jewelleries.

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