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" I don't love you Debjani " , the words kept ringing in Debjani's ears. She could not understand why Dylan didn't accept his feelings for her. It was evident in his eyes and actions that he didn't like her closeness with Aseem , then why ?
" Maybe he just hates Aseem and is not happy with the fact that Aseem is getting married to the girl of his choice. What other reason could be there that Dylan would tell her to call off the engagement ? There were many girls in his life and he would not consider her as even the last option. Would he ? " , thought Dabbu. All this was beginning to give Dabbu a headache. She wouldn't think about him , she decided , it was her engagement with Aseem that held priority , and not the charming man who had claimed her heart and broken it to pieces , and went by the name of Dylan Singh Sekhawat.
" Dabbu Di , please check if I have received any mail from the academy or not " , pleaded Eshu , breaking Dabbu's train of thoughts.
Eshu had ordered for a softcopy of her arithmetic course in a coaching academy called Teach Next Academy , and had provided Dabbu's e-mail address - [email protected] for contact.
Dabbu signed in using her e-mail id and password and found two unread messages waiting for her attention. One was from Teach Next Academy and the other was from some - [email protected] . Dabbu had no idea about the owner of this unfamiliar e-mail address.
First things first , she checked the mail from the academy and informed her that they would courier her two CDs within 48 hours.
Now that Chandi and Eshu were enjoying a sound sleep , Dabbu checked the mail from the unknown id , which read -
" Hello ! Miss Debjani Thakur .
I follow your programme on Right Now News everyday. Your channel was the only one to have broadcasted the real events of the riot at Karol Bagh , and also revealed the builder Chaddha's true colors. I myself am a journalist by profession and saw you in the Shimla conference. I like your carefree nature , courage and your lovely curls. ...he...he... :p .
Will you accept me as your friend ?
I am not active on any other social networking site so we would communicate only via e-mails , if you accept me as your friend.
Please Miss Debjani , for the love of journalism , accept me as your friend.
Waiting for your reply.
Your Pen Pal. :) ".
Dabbu felt happy to know that there was somebody who appreciated her true self. She checked the person's profile and found him to be a male , two years older to her , and had a profile picture of a cute puppy , that reminded her of Shera. Dabbu somehow knew that this man did not want to reveal his true identity , and she was okay with that. Journalism and animal love , two things in common were enough for Dabbu to add him to her contacts. She typed him a reply -
" Hello PenPal !
Thank u 4 following my programme on Right Now News.
How do you know my e-mail address ? "
Within few minutes , Debjani found another message from PenPal -
" That was a difficult task.
I had somebody check your office's database for information about you.
Plz don't go to the police with this matter Miss Debjani.
I just wanted to be your friend.
I will never disturb you ever if you don't want to talk to me. "
Debjani couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face at the honesty of this stranger . And here she had started to believe that men never spoke truth, what with Dylan not accepting his feelings for her. She wrote to her pen pal -
" I like ur honesty , PenPal.
Wasn't planning on reporting the matter to anybody.
And drop the miss' and call me Debjani.
I wud love to have an honest friend like you :) "
The guy was quite poetic , assessed Dabbu from the next mail -
" All things bright and beautiful , all creatures great and small.
All things wide and wonderful ,
Is it easy to win over an arguement ?
If you appear tall. "
She answered -
" Poetic much , Mister ?
The first two lines are a part of a hymn that I know. Well , as for ur querry , that I wud answer only if you tell me the reason behind ur curiosity."
Dabbu quickly hid the phone under the pillow when she saw Chandi stirring , and pretended to be asleep until Chandi had fallen back into her deep slumber. The PenPal's next mail read -
" Its just that I always win over every argument. But today, I was sitting down and my mother was asking me creepy questions , while standing infront of me and thus appearing taller. I just couldn't say anything to prove my point to her. Why so ? "
Debjani giggled to herself. The man definitely had a good sense of humour. She wrote to him -
" Its not important for women to be taller in order to win over any argument. We are born with the talent. Maybe your mother was speaking the truth which rendered you speechless.
You must be really close to your mother if she can make you speechless and yet not angry. The reason I know you aren't angry with her is that , if you were angry , you wudn't be talking about her right now. "
Whatever she had expected to be the reply , it was certainly not this -
" About half an hour and few words , that's how old our friendship is , yet you can understand me just like my mother.
Elope with me Debjani. Trust me , I will always keep you happy.
I am not jobless and am easy on the eye ( as my mum says ;) ) "
This was clearly flirting but Dabbu couldn't see why she shouldn't give in to this. Atleast this kept her away from the depressing thoughts of her marriage with Aseem , that which was her own decision , yet...
She told him -
" Very Funny.
I might have thought about your proposal if I wasn't getting engaged and legally married just after five days. "
The reply from PenPal -
" Why r u marrying the guy when you don't love him , when even his thoughts make you sad ?
Are your parents forcing you into this ? "
Dabbu sat up at once and switched on the table lamp , and with the help of the flash light looked for any CC tv camera in her room. It confused her that there was no bug in the room , then how could he know that she was sad , even without looking at her. What was he ? Some wandering spirit ? Did supernatural creatures even exist ?
God ! What have I gotten myself into ? , thought Debjani as she typed to PenPal -
" What makes you think that I don't love my would be husband ?
And, no, my parents are very supportive. They wud never force me into anything. "
Debjani could have sworn that this friend of hers was some personal investigator , or something like Sherlock Holmes. Who else could think like this -
" If U felt even an ounce of love for your would be husband then you wouldn't have been chatting away with me at this hour of the night. It would have been that lucky person in my place.
My proposal is still open Debjani. Tell me the place and the time and I will pick you up. "
For once Dabbu thought she wouldn't regret eloping with this complete stranger. The problem was , even if she ran away from Aseem , more importantly from Dylan , that just wouldn't provide her happiness. Her heart would still yearn for a glimpse of Dylan and peace would always sail away from her. Falling short of words Dabbu drifted off to sleep after telling PenPal -
" Goodnight buddy. Wud talk to you later . "
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Walking towards the office , Debjani could not believe that it had actually happened. The engagement had been called off due to Dylan's efforts. Dylan had undertaken so much to protect her from Chaddha and his goons. She needed to talk to him and ask him the reason behind all the concern.
Dylan was in a meeting with Mr. Mirchandani so, Dabbu was finishing the pending work which was to type a document that would cover about fifteen pages in MS Word. She had finished typing six pages when she was startled by a loud shrill voice , " WHERE IS DYLAN ? ".
Dabbu looked up to find a girl with the looks and attitude of a supermodel dressed in a strapless maroon coloured gown that ended right above her knees. Her silky brown , shoulder length hair was kept open and Dabbu's own skin started to itch at the sight of all the make-up this girl had applied.
One of Dylan's girlfriends , realized Dabbu and tired up her grey cells in order to remember the girl's name. Neeta , Nidhi , No Neeta , Nah , it was something else , something , something like a... Neha ?
" You are Neha , right ? " , asked Debjani for her assurance.
" Yes , now tell me where is Dylan ? " , croaked Neha placing her palms with a thud' sound on Dabbu's desk , and in the process spilling the glass of water on the table , over the laptop. Dabbu sprang back to avoid getting wet but the damage had been done. Her laptop just wouldn't work now.
" Oh God ! I didn't mean to. You know. I just... Oh God ! " , and so on and so forth the drama queen named Neha just wouldn't stop blabbering.
Dabbu felt like pulling Neha by her hair and banging her head on the wall , and repeating the same until she forgot her own name. Idiotic girl . She had come to talk to Dylan when Dabbu hadn't even got a glimpse of him yet.
" What is going on here ? " , came the calm voice of Dylan who had come to stand beside Neha now. He was studying Dabbu's expression and she could not understand if he was amused or scared.
" Oh Baby ! I was just waiting for you and by mistake you know... Urmm ... the glass of water... You know" , started Neha.
" Baby really ? " , thought Dabbu , " From which angle did the six feet Dylan look like a baby ? "
" No Neha , I do not know " , said Dylan , cutting Neha mid sentence and snapping Dabbu out of her thoughts , " but this mess tells it all "
" Debjani. Hey relax lady. Relax. You can use my laptop to finish the work. Okay " , offered Dylan to Dabbu who was glaring at Neha murderously. " I apologise on behalf of Neha , now "
"Why ? Are you her grandfather or what ? " argued Dabbu , "Would her implanted lips fall off if she apologises ? "
"You Psycho " , screamed Neha , stepping towards Dabbu but backed off at once as she saw Dabbu holding a pen threateningly like a knife.
" Oh Yes ! I am a psycho " , said Dabbu with a smile , " Psychos are not sent to jail for murder . Right sir ? " , inquired Dabbu , stroking the tip of the pen.
Dylan who was trying to control his laughter nodded his head and said , " Yeah. Absolutely correct. I agree with you " . " Now why don't you go and start the work. I will be back in "
" No please do not come back , Sir . And next time this creature barges into the office , I will kill you " , Dabbu whisper yelled at Dylan through clenched teeth and stormed off into his cabin.
" God ! She looks red hot when angry. I should make her angry more often " , muttered Dylan to himself smiling and looking at Debjani working in his cabin.
" Now you , for the umpteenth time , do not come to my office " , warned Dylan , while guiding Neha to the exit.
" Fine. If you take my calls and reply to my messages , I will not come to your office " , said Neha stubbornly.
Neha had left him messages and Dylan had left his phone behind in his cabin , that too without a phone lock. What if Debjani checked a message ? He could not let everything be spoiled again. He turned at once to get his phone away from Debjani's reach , when Neha pulled him by the arm. Dylan tried to balance himself but inertia of motion took its toll and he landed heavily on his bottom. A loud groan escaped his lips.
" Oh God ! I didn't mean to. You know " , Neha had begun again when Dylan put up a hand silencing her.
" Leave right away Neha or I will have you thrown out of the office " , he said , his face contorted with pain. Fractured tail bone is what the doctors would tell him if he went for a check up now.
He stood up with the help of co-workers and moved towards his cabin as fast as an injured man could.
Meanwhile Debjani had not been able to concentrate on the given work. There were way too many things going on in her head. And there was only one person that could help lighten her mood - ofcourse PenPal.
Dabbu had minimized the Word window and was now waiting for the homepage of Hotmail to load. As soon as the homepage appeared , the laptop was pulled away from Dabbu. She looked sideways at Dylan who was looking at her sternly and asked , " Where is my phone ? Did you check my messages or what ? "
If Dylan was trying to keep it a secret then the cat was already out of the bag. Dabbu had clearly seen -" [email protected] -Sign in ? " , flashing across the screen.
Oh dear God ! Dylan had been there to comfort her when she needed him , and she had hated him unnecessarily.
" You are PenPal " , stated Debjani rising from her seat. The atmosphere in the cabin went tense as she searched his face for an affirmation.
" W- What- What are you talking about ? A- Umm - I- I have a different e-mail address. Get it ? " , stuttered Dylan nervously.
"Oh ! Is that so ? When did I say that PenPal is the starting word for an e-mail address... Sir ? " . When Dylan just didn't speak , Dabbu lodged another question at him , " Why all this drama when all you wanted was to talk to me ? "
" Because I wanted to show you my writing skills Debjani " joked Dylan , but noticing that Dabbu wasn't amused at all he asked in a small voice , " Now that you know, will you stop talking to me ? "
Dabbu had never once thought that both her favourite men were one and the same. She could not have been happier.
" No. In fact , never. " , she said with a smile , then as if risking everything she asked, " Is- Urmm- I mean- Is you proposal still open ? "
Dylan's face lit up as he realized what her words implied. " Is your mother alright now ? " , he asked.
Dabbu nodded in positive.
"Then forget the proposal " , said Dylan , " Will your parents agree to arrange for an engagement so soon ? "
" Oh God ! Yes . Yes they would agree " , squealed Debjani with joy and almost lunged at Dylan to hug him.
" JESUS BLOODY CHRIST ! " , groaned Dylan aloud as his back hit the wall with full force due to Debjani's sudden move.
" Oops ! Sorry PenPal " , apologized Dabbu , stiffling a laugh. With puppy eyes and her head tilted to one side , she asked , " You still love me PenPal ? ".
She looked extremely cute and adorable. Dylan could not stop the smile from spreading all over his face. This is what he loved about her the most- she could always make the pain vanish.
" Of course I do. I always will " , answered Dylan honestly , his eyes confirming the true love and promise in his words. " I love you Pearl. Love you. I love you Debjani Thakur " , said Dylan while pulling Dabbu into a tight embrace.
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A/N : That was long , like really long , yet if you liked it then for the love of DebLan , kindly drop by a comment 😊
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