Everyone Has a Story 2 by Savi Sharma

Author:Savi Sharma
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9789387894129
Publisher: Westland
Published: 2018-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

16

MEERA

Since the day Vivaan left for his first trip, I woke up every single morning with a burning pit in my stomach. Before my eyes even opened, I saw a vision of my dear boyfriend, staggering out from the police station after I bailed him out.

Seeing him that way nearly broke my heart, a heart that had its share of kicks lately. First Kabir’s injury, and losing his beloved café. Then, Vivaan and the drug fine.

Fortunately, I was able to access the money in my bank quickly since a substantial royalty cheque had just arrived a few days ago.

If there is anything positive about the situation, it’s that the drugs in his bag were less than ten grams, so he only had to pay a fine instead of serving jail time. After the stories that he told me about his night in prison, I was thankful that he wasn’t found with more drugs, which would have been a non-bailable offense. But that was little consolation when I saw this ghost of a man after he was arrested.

At the police station, part of me wanted to beat his chest with clenched fists. How could he allow something like this to happen? He was so excited about starting Musafir. . . how could he leave any little thing to chance?

But as I drove through the night to reach Vivaan where he had been arrested, I knew that wasn’t fair. His dream was shattered. As the darkness pressed on my car in the early morning hours, I gave myself permission to sort through all these feelings. I was furious with him for a while. Then I was scared.

My car was rolling into the police station parking lot when I resigned myself to whatever fate might be handing us.

I sat behind my steering wheel for a few more minutes. I was anxious to get Vivaan out of that horrible place, but I needed to make sure my own emotions were in place before I saw him. The last thing I wanted to do when I saw him was burst into tears.

Steeling myself, I pulled out my purse and systematically counted the money to make sure I had the right amount. I didn’t want to stay there any longer than I had to. I was determined to go in, pay the money, and wait for Vivaan to be brought out to me.

A few tears snuck out after we finally left the police station. In the car, Vivaan leaned his tousled head against the seat and closed his eyes for a second. I could sense that he wanted to look at me, but he couldn’t. Instead, he blindly reached out and took my hand.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

We drove back to Pune in silence. He was lost in his thoughts and I turned my mind to my book. I had written about half of it, when the thoughts just stopped flowing. They dried up like a stream under the hot sun.

I was trying not to panic, but

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