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Untitled Series - XVIII

Part Eighteen (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen and Part Seventeen)














Mansi knew her behaviour was wrong. She knew Uncle cared for her. She should have been thankful for his presence in her life. Had it not been for him she would have hardly survived in the city.

It was wrong for her to accept his help when she thought it was appropriate and reject at other times. The fact was, she had intended to talk to Uncle about her decision and being sceptical now. The way things turned out she ended up being adamant and rude. When she looked around, Mansi realised that she had walked involuntarily towards her bus stop. She sat on the bench at the bus stop and covered her face with her palms, her elbows resting on her knees. She was the only person at the bus stop and when the bus arrived she looked up. The conductor stared at her, wondering whether she was going to climb in or not. Mansi got up and the conductor stepped back in synchronization to give her space to climb in, however, Mansi turned around and walked away from the bus – on her way back to the office.


Untitled Series - XVII

Part Seventeen (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen and Part Sixteen)


Mansi closed the door of her room after entering and did not bother to check whether her neighbour was back in the room. A few moments later she could hear movements in the adjacent room. Despite her decision to care less she could not stop herself from wondering whether he was alone or the woman she had seen earlier had joined him.
She shook her head and changed into comfortable clothes. She was tired and hungry. She went to the kitchen and managed a simple meal.
After a while she heard the neighbouring door being closed. She waited a while before opening the door of her room and peeked outside. She saw him climbing down the stairs. He was alone. She smiled and closed the door again.
She finished her dinner and got ready to sleep. She was reading her book when she heard sounds in the adjacent room again. He was back. Few days ago, the sounds in the adjacent room irked her; and now she found herself being attentive to the sound of movement in that room. She did not know when her opinion about her neighbour had changed; she did not know why she bothered to track his movements. She did not know why she smiled when she did not hear the sounds of love-making anymore. It just happened and she let it happen to her, enjoying every moment of this new feeling that was taking root in her heart. The complete silence on the other side of the wall helped her to fall asleep as soon as she kept the book aside and slid under the covers.

Untitled Series - XVI

Part Sixteen (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen and Part Fifteen)


Pushing his thoughts aside Rohan got up to go. He collected the keys and walked out. While locking the door of his room, he glanced at the neighbouring door. It was closed. He did not like the kind of effect the girl had on him; yet a little voice inside his head told him that it was worth it. Whatever he was feeling was worth the end result. He had led a lonely life for a long time, he had never made many friends but he wanted to know this girl better.

When he had seen her with another guy, he wondered whether the little voice inside his head was right about everything being worth. Doubt filled his mind and a dull ache gripped his heart.
Even though he had looked at her with disgust on being spotted with the guy, especially after observing how close they were as they walked together, especially on seeing her smiling. Especially that guy, the one who she was comfortable with! To others his reaction might have seemed to reek of jealousy; but he knew it was more than that. Yes, he was jealous, of course he was but the look in his eyes and the thoughts in his mind were all because he cared for the girl.
It was the same care and concern that filled his heart when he had seen her on a less frequented road. He had not spotted her first; it was the girl who had waved at his cab as he was driving away.