The room was dark. From the window the light of neighbourhoods are coming.
In the room one man of 35 age was looking at his phone.
No he was playing a game.
A Stimulation game.
Solo hunter.
But he couldn't focus on it. His memory was continuously remembering something that happened a few minutes ago.
Tears came out while thinking. His vision is blurry.
He start to cry.
It all started when he first saw her. Ruby. He saw her in bengle library for the first time.
At a silen corner she was reading a book. Glasses on her nose. Kind of like some teacher. Her height was small.
Long black hair. Long height. Milky white skin. She was wearing a normal shirt with a pant.
Without getting any other sit , he sat before her. No. He sat intentionally.
Although his mind was telling him to stop himself.
"Just once! Let's enjoy life. It won't harm me." He kept saying to his mind.
He saw the book she was reading. A spy novel.
Oh!
It was his favourite book!
That was what probably attracted her more. But at that time he stopped. It's the line.
Let's stop.
Love was never my thing.
He start to read his book.
It was like time stopped again. It's not first time. So he controlled himself better.
Dating, relationship and that so called 'Love' was never his field. In fact he doesn't even know, no understand that.
What is love exactly?
He thinks, no. He understands that this relationship and all are just about intimating. Sex.
It all about looks, power, wealth. He hated those. That's why after his parents died he sent his brother in a hostel to study and grow.
Instead he inherited the fortune of grand family and sell things to come here.
From his childhood he thinks he had a huge bad luck. Which is not good, he himself think that.
Well! So he tried to step away. After that day he avoided her. Whenever he saw her he will sit in another place.
But time was something else...
One day, she came herself and sit before him. He ignored her and looked at his book.
She touched his hand. Before he understands she walked away.
In his hand a small note.
A phone number.
98..78
Ruby Das.
His breath had stopped. He didn't even she when she walked away. That day, he stayed till midnight. It was like he was in a dream.
He was reading that book. But he still didn't know what he was reading. The knowledge in the book or her phone number.
He note that number on his phone but didn't call her. He throws the note in dustbin.
As time passed, she tried more to come closer.
She even give him gifts. He got a chocolate in chocolate day. And that's why he never goes to library in the valantince day or kiss day.
He did go in the hug day. But she wasn't there. He thought she is also the same as him. He thought it in valantince day.
And even after all this he tried to ignore her. He refused to acknowledge her.
He refused to believe that someone will love him.
Him!!
Him??
He wasn't even good looking.
Raka was short, fatty. He also had a small dick. It was the main reason he never tried to acknowledge love.
If it was in his childhood, he would have accepted it. But except in dream, he never got love. At his childhood, he was a bit attractive.
His skin was milky white. People used to look at him lovingly.
Although with time this Indian sun made him brown a bit. He didn't care about that. He also accepted that no one will like him.
No he wanted it. What is meaning of love? Love then get cheated.
And even now he didn't find anything. Any logical explanation that can state that the girl loves him for this reason.
On the other side, his other mind was stating that love is never logical. Yeah black husband, white beautiful wife. Fat husband and hot wife.
Fucking shit.
Love my ass.
All is about money.
So he continued to ignore her.
Then one day in August month, he questioned himself.
"Am I really getting a true love?"
He himself couldn't believe the answer.
And.. from that day on... He let his guard down.
His barrier cracked.
From that day on he answered her sometimes. Like a friend. But between them it was like they are already excepted each other.
For half an year, he meet her like friends.
It was today he thought of explaining himself before her.
But as a surprise....
Surprises sometimes give you back another surprise.
He followed her. He saw her entering a house. A man pull him closer. She was someone's wife.
It took sometime for him to come back. His mind had forgotten how to answer. Her husband was quite handsome. Rich too. She was laughing in his arms.
He took out his notebook. He wrote...
In the name of first breakup I am writing my poem. The pain of love.
When I first saw her, I became mad;
That's why she made me a goat.
That's she have gone without a notice;
My mind only have her memories.
Seeing her I find her my queen of dreams;
That's why she was so pitiful and kind towards me.
Even now I am dreaming her dreams;
But I can't talk to her anymore.
Just the sadness remains as a throne in road;
She was living good if you want to say.
In the end, everything stopped right now for me;
The bird of sadness hugging me;
She remains as jwels of my eyes.
She remains as treasurer of the heart.
I can't touch her. I can't get her.
If god gives me a chance;
Next life either I won't be a human
Or I will be alpha.
He end it and goes to bathroom to wash his face. Next thing he knows...
He was in the middle of a forest.