Dear Future me,

I know things are different now, I know you’ve changed and I know somewhere deep, you are still the same me.

“You left for his happiness and he left for Nandita.” Aditya feels sympathetic towards Mehek.

He tried to look into her eyes, but they were already filled with pain and he was aware that her pain will bring him to tears.

“How can someone do that? How did he never noticed your love? What a moron.” Aditya says with anger in his voice, his anger made Mehek smile.

“It turned into a physical relationship.”

“What? How can that happen? You loved him, he should’ve been in love with you, simple. How can this be possible?” Aditya asks, disturbed by Mehek’s answer.

How can two best friends, where one of them loves the other one and that other one knows about it, get into a physical relationship? But did he really know? Had he ever read the words written after “I can share” in Mehek’s diary? No, he did not.

“I want us to forget this night” Mehek completed. She knew what she wanted, she was confident that this wasn’t love. And above everything else, she wanted Abhimanyu in her life.

Before he could respond, she hugged him. Her body was shaking, that wasn’t because of the pain, but it was the result of her fear, the fear of losing Abhimanyu.

For Abhimanyu, she was special and he was in a relationship. He knew what she was doing, is the right thing to do.

The door was opened by Sunita, Abhimanyu’s cook.

“Sahab kamre me hai.” Sunita replied.

When two people are too close, from family to servants, they just know everybody and everything about each other.

She walked towards Abhimanyu’s room and slowly opened the door, only to find him lying on the floor.

“The pain of dying is easier than to see someone dying.” she looked at Abhimanyu’s face.

He tightened his arms around her and said “I know. And I don’t wanna lose my love too.”

It's strange how love is, it makes you sacrifice whatever you have. Somewhere, she was losing everything too and somewhere, she wanted to lose everything, everything for him, his half love and complete presence.

Mehek is sitting inside the Indira Gandhi International airport's waiting area. She is staring at the entry door with eager eyes. In her eyes both helplessness and hopelessness are clearly visible.

A handsome, dusky, tall guy of something around 6’2 sits beside her. In her helplessness she ignores looking at him. Intrigued by her behavior, the guy gives his hand, “Hi” he says.

“Hi” Mehek replies, with a puzzled look. Then quickly shakes his hand then turns her head towards the entry again.