The Girl I Last Loved (Indian Fiction Book 1) by Smita Kaushik

Author:Smita Kaushik [Kaushik, Smita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mobilism
Publisher: GENERAL PRESS
Published: 2014-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

As she was lying there dead asleep, the screeching sound of the heavy gate opening fell over her ears.

Slumber let lose its embrace and only her eyes flashed in the darkness. As the cold winds swayed them, the trees whispered at her window. Faint yet consistent steps tapped on the grass. She flinched inside her bed, squeezed her eyes in the hope that it’s just a bad dream. She heard a knock on her door.

She pressed her ears to ignore it. Next she heard some indistinguishable voices from the back of her window. Her heart skipped a few beats.

She slowly removed her covers and looked around. Faint glow coming from the mobile screen was the only source of light. Chill ran through her spine as her numb feet came in contact with the cold ground. She slowly grabbed her mobile to guide her through the way. She kept on turning back, unaware of the unseen.

Gradually the noises died as she approached the door. As she placed her fingers on the knob, she flinched. The knocking grew louder and louder.

Something got into her and she couldn’t resist but burst the door open. To her surprise the night was still dark and lonely. She looked around as she stepped out, but there was nobody to find. She kept on looking, though in the wrong direction. The dark figure approached her from behind. Submerged in her subconscious, she didn’t feel his presence until he grabbed her mouth and tied both her hands with his other hand. Sweat trickled down her entire body in spite of the icy surrounding. Her heart beats quadrupled. The mobile slipped from her hand and split in two. She felt blood rush through her veins.

He held her body close to his, brought his lips adjacent to her shoulders and then whispered…

“Happy birthday!”

Her body relaxed. She let out her breath as I released my grip on her. She turned slowly and punched me in the stomach. I felt weak in my knees.

“Make a wish today… that you lose some weight this year,” I bolted out of pain.

“Are you mad or what… you know how scared I got?”

She grabbed my shirt with both her hands. Anger was evident in her eyes. She stomped off and I heard the door banging.

“I just wanted to surprise you…”

“There are two types of surprises!” she said in a voice bearing annoyance.

She sat there assembling her mobile. I stood in silence.

“It isn’t working…,” she gushed out.

She spotted me with my iPad: “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing. I am just ordering a new cell phone for you.”

Her anger was gone in a split second, her face flushed and lips parted.

“You are welcome,” I said.

“Huh?”

“I know you well to tell when you are faking anger, so if a smile is lingering somewhere, bring it on.”

She smiled finally.

“As now we are at peace, can I get a coffee? It was freezing out there.”

“Only on one condition.”

“What?”

“Tell me, what was the sound coming from my bedroom window?”

“I just played a recording over there.

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