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"Where are you?" Ayan enquired over phone. It was getting late and i tried rushing back to my hostle. I was striding down the the steps struggling to solve the fight between my purse and dupatta.

"I was at the blood blank. Now retreating to my den." I said exhasperated.

"Were you sucking blood over there, Bella Swan?" He jeered. I was in no mood to waste time but wait, he called me Bella. Does that mean i should address him as My Edward Cullen. He hasn't given me the right to be called his beloved.

"I knew you would forget, Mr Jacob Black." I said angrily.

"There is nothing to remember as such but first tell me why didn't you turn up for the practice today. I had been waiting for you." His tone harsh and demanding.

"You promised to donate your blood today. I thought you would be at the blood bank for me." I said as i stood leaning on the barister recalling the vows he took earlier.

He didn't speak for a while then suddenly all at once. "Oh my god. I am sorry farha. It didn't flashed my mind. I am extremely sorry. I have let you down."

"I accept your apology but you have to live up to your promise. Donate your blood tomorrow. Bye,"  I said tring to be friendly but inside I was as angry as devil. Did i expect too much from him?

"Hey farha, Happy birthday dear. I am coming to meet you." He said and my phone beeped thrice. I didnt call him back to ask him why, where, when. All such queries had time but i didnt. I rushed back to my hostel.

I took the auto from the main road. The busy road seemed to have lost it vigour. The sun faded it magnificence, making way for the moon. The dividers on the road judged the tresspassers quitely. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the side. The evening air washed my face. The same evening air that heard our discussion on my 10th birthday. Ayan and I sat together unwrapping my gifts. Someone gifted me a surgical toy set. I was fascinated to a extent that i made a promise to donate my blood each year on my birthday. He unhesitingly did the same. Many promises were hidden under the dust of time. My birthday was one of them. An insignificant day of the year. Since I had no one to celebrate my birthday with, i found it satisfying to lie on the cold white bed and see the red tube swirl round my wrist. Blood is life and let my brithday be life savior for someone.

The auto jerked and I woke up from my past. I entered my room and renounced everything to sleep for a while. I closed my eyes but it was in vain. Ayan never left my heart or brain unattented. They were all partial to him. I tried ways to fleet the time by flipping my family photos on the laptop wishing that these photos emerge out from the screen to my room. I felt an urge to return to my home, to my mother. She called me in the morning to wish me, very thoughtful not to disturb me during my class hours. Sajid Bhai never remembered his own birthday so it was useless to expect his call and Dad must have already sent money in my account. He never brought me gifts but instead gave me more than enough money for a lavish birthday bash which I rarely celebrated it with my friends at university.

Few more hours for my 22nd birthday to get over.

My phone rang breaking my reverie and picked I it up. "Hey I am outside your hostel gate. Tell me the way to your room." Ayan said in hushed voice.
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