It was the first time Sonya was meeting Harsh's mother. And she wished it wasn't like this.
"In a way, this is the best possible situation," smiled Harsh, as he brought his bike to a stop below his building.
Sonya didn't say anything.
30 seconds in the elevator were quiet, except for the sound of the levers/weights pulling them up.
As Harsh rang the door-bell of his flat, Sonya heard footsteps inside.
"I am not feeling well" whispered Sonya; the door-locks were turning from inside.
In the next three seconds, the door opened, Sonya fainted, Harsh caught her from dropping cold on the floor, and Harsh's mother saw all this right before her eyes.
*** *** ***
It had been over a year since Harsh and Sonya met. They both were from a small town about a day's journey from the big city. Coincidentally Harsh's father got posted to the same city where their school was. Sonya had rented a room in the school hostel.
It was evening when she woke up again. As she opened her groggy eyes, she saw Harsh coming towards her.
"What happened?" Sonya asked feebly. He sat right next to her on the bed, and kissed her softly.
"Drink", Harsh brought a glass of water close to her lips, and held her head with his other hand. She smiled, and obliged. Harsh took the half-empty glass from her, and placed it on the lamp-table beside the bed.
"Where is your mother?" she looked around, "And this is not your room", she remembered from his room's pictures on Facebook.
Harsh got up, and went to the balcony window, looking down, "Mom just left for her evening prayers at the temple. This is her and Dad's bedroom. She wanted you here."
"What happened to me?" asked Sonya again.
"You fainted, Mrs. Gupta said you have gone too weak from the flu", Harsh walked towards her, and extended his palm to, 3 pills on it.
She gulped all three with the rest of the water from the glass.
She saw Harsh standing near the balcony again, "How long was I out?"
"2-3 minutes. Mrs. Gupta next door is a doctor. You woke up, and walked half-asleep to this room. You don't remember?" Harsh was still looking down from the balcony.
"I don't remember that, but thank God you didn't carry me here in your arms. That would have been a scene for your mother" Sonya was coming back to her senses.
Harsh swivelled on his feet, and smiled ear to ear, "And thank God Mom is out of the society gate finally". He climbed in the bed with her. The blanket was cosy.
"Hmmmm...", smiled Sonya, as she hugged him, and hid her head in his chest, "How long am I staying here?"
There was both concern and euphoria in Harsh's voice as he replied, "As long as it takes to get you completely healthy. Mom has called your parents, and told them. My Dad has gone to our native village for a month, so Mom said you will sleep here with her. She is not even going to let me touch you in front of her." He was stroking her head and back gently. "Your mother was talking about taking the train tomorrow to visit, but my mom convinced her not to. She said she will take care of you like her daughter"
Sonya smiled, and kissed him softly on his chin. "Wow. But what I meant was how long am I here, right now, in your arms."
"Ah, Mom takes more than an hour in the evening prayers. And I have bribed the watchman to call me when she returns" Harsh looked into her eyes.
They just lay their in the bed. Many minutes passed in silence. Then she remembered, "But what about the pre-board exams next week? How am I going to pass them?"
"Like we always do, by cheating", laughed Harsh, "Besides, who said we need to pass pre-boards? The Boards are two months away."
Sonya wasn't convinced. But she stayed quiet, enjoying her present. She was in the arms of a boy she adored, in his home, and in love, for the first time in her life.
A drizzle started. The evening turned colder. Harsh brought her ginger tea, and they both sipped from the same cup in turns.
First love. Innocent. Engulfing. Effervescent. Exotic. Enlightening. Never to be forgotten.
P.S: This is entirely a work of fiction, and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.
P.S 2: This is a single chapter of Sonya-Harsh story. Rest in Next (Not necessarily the next post), only if you friends like this one.
"In a way, this is the best possible situation," smiled Harsh, as he brought his bike to a stop below his building.
Sonya didn't say anything.
30 seconds in the elevator were quiet, except for the sound of the levers/weights pulling them up.
As Harsh rang the door-bell of his flat, Sonya heard footsteps inside.
"I am not feeling well" whispered Sonya; the door-locks were turning from inside.
In the next three seconds, the door opened, Sonya fainted, Harsh caught her from dropping cold on the floor, and Harsh's mother saw all this right before her eyes.
*** *** ***
It had been over a year since Harsh and Sonya met. They both were from a small town about a day's journey from the big city. Coincidentally Harsh's father got posted to the same city where their school was. Sonya had rented a room in the school hostel.
It was evening when she woke up again. As she opened her groggy eyes, she saw Harsh coming towards her.
"What happened?" Sonya asked feebly. He sat right next to her on the bed, and kissed her softly.
"Drink", Harsh brought a glass of water close to her lips, and held her head with his other hand. She smiled, and obliged. Harsh took the half-empty glass from her, and placed it on the lamp-table beside the bed.
"Where is your mother?" she looked around, "And this is not your room", she remembered from his room's pictures on Facebook.
Harsh got up, and went to the balcony window, looking down, "Mom just left for her evening prayers at the temple. This is her and Dad's bedroom. She wanted you here."
"What happened to me?" asked Sonya again.
"You fainted, Mrs. Gupta said you have gone too weak from the flu", Harsh walked towards her, and extended his palm to, 3 pills on it.
She gulped all three with the rest of the water from the glass.
She saw Harsh standing near the balcony again, "How long was I out?"
"2-3 minutes. Mrs. Gupta next door is a doctor. You woke up, and walked half-asleep to this room. You don't remember?" Harsh was still looking down from the balcony.
"I don't remember that, but thank God you didn't carry me here in your arms. That would have been a scene for your mother" Sonya was coming back to her senses.
Harsh swivelled on his feet, and smiled ear to ear, "And thank God Mom is out of the society gate finally". He climbed in the bed with her. The blanket was cosy.
"Hmmmm...", smiled Sonya, as she hugged him, and hid her head in his chest, "How long am I staying here?"
There was both concern and euphoria in Harsh's voice as he replied, "As long as it takes to get you completely healthy. Mom has called your parents, and told them. My Dad has gone to our native village for a month, so Mom said you will sleep here with her. She is not even going to let me touch you in front of her." He was stroking her head and back gently. "Your mother was talking about taking the train tomorrow to visit, but my mom convinced her not to. She said she will take care of you like her daughter"
Sonya smiled, and kissed him softly on his chin. "Wow. But what I meant was how long am I here, right now, in your arms."
"Ah, Mom takes more than an hour in the evening prayers. And I have bribed the watchman to call me when she returns" Harsh looked into her eyes.
They just lay their in the bed. Many minutes passed in silence. Then she remembered, "But what about the pre-board exams next week? How am I going to pass them?"
"Like we always do, by cheating", laughed Harsh, "Besides, who said we need to pass pre-boards? The Boards are two months away."
Sonya wasn't convinced. But she stayed quiet, enjoying her present. She was in the arms of a boy she adored, in his home, and in love, for the first time in her life.
A drizzle started. The evening turned colder. Harsh brought her ginger tea, and they both sipped from the same cup in turns.
First love. Innocent. Engulfing. Effervescent. Exotic. Enlightening. Never to be forgotten.
P.S: This is entirely a work of fiction, and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.
P.S 2: This is a single chapter of Sonya-Harsh story. Rest in Next (Not necessarily the next post), only if you friends like this one.
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