A night... too long...

She didnt know for how long she had cried... But now she was even tired to cry... Her pillow was wet... Or drenched would be the correct word... Her eyes were stark dry... Eye lids were aching... Earlier crying had helped... But today seemed different... Her thumping heart threatened never to subdue... Unlike other times she was angry with herself... Angry with her audacity to dream again... Angry at her foolishness... Angry at the inability to stop thinking... Angry for being unable to forget...

Yes, she was unable to forget that booming voice... When she had expected to register the eternal three letter... they had deceived her at around 66.67%. Yes, the first two words hadn't changed. All the same, the third word had made all the difference. When she had first heard the name, the world had stopped for a while. The smile had been swapped by astonishment followed by despair. Swastika was never one of those who could control her emotions. Thankfully for her, Abhimaan was looking the other way. Possibly trying to avoid a blush. He was so engaged in his thoughts that he barely noticed the effect he had on the girl sitting beside her. Swastika kept on wondering... Of all people in the world why did it have to be this bitch...

He was lost... lost in the thoughts of his love... who was stranding him... and his was a lost attempt to save his life... He knew only too well that he would not be able to survive without her... And he wanted was to gain access to her via one of her friends. Sree would have been the best option for the job but then again Abhimaan couldn't pull himself up to talk to her. She was far too smart for him. The second best option was thus Swastika. So, he decided that he should tell every detail of those two years that he had spent before joining GEMI... The golden years of his life... When his life revolved around just himself and her... His Lady Love... Mallika...