I could not sleep. I tried really hard to shut my eyes but each time he would flash on my eyelids. My heart ached heavier than my leg. He had shining black eyes and bushy eyebrows, arch and erect nose. Fair complexions and finely crafted face. Long sturdy limbs. Neck bone visible above his collor. He wore white shirt and black formal pants. His pace was rhythmic. His grace so tranquil. He had everything which I craved for. He was dressed in poetry and I was hungry for words. He smelled like home. He floored me with his looks amazed me with his accent and wowed me with his humour. He was too perfect to be touched.

During childhood days he was never that good, maybe because I never cared to hark such details in him. I wondered if he too marked me with that intensity. He was rich no doubt. He had the style of paying billls with credit cards. His driver was ready at his beckoning. He even gets range rover arranged for himself in a different city. On the other hand I am mere girl with Adhar card instead of credit cards and local auto instead of rover. I felt a pang of this financial distance. I had a huge list of question to flung at him. Where was he all these years. How is his family? Why did he never contacted me? Did he had any girlfriend? Where did he lived? What did he do? I sat up on my bed. I remembered his card in my purse. I jumped out of my bed, grabbed my purse. "Ayan Khan, Senior Secretery, HR department, Kalyan company, Mumbai. Contct number-****. I Immediately saved his number. "Ayan bestie" i tried to fool myself. He wasn't my bestie. He was everything i ever wanted. This boy is driving me crazy. I shut my eyes and his memories sang lullaby finally bidding me to sleep.
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*Will they meet again?*
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