Chapter 1
-Present Day-
"One cappuccino John," I said wearily. Today was a rough day at work; I had won a case, again. Nothing new, but every time I see that glow on my client's face, my day is made.
"Sure thing Ridz, 1 cappuccino coming right up!" John was one of the few people in my life who could bring a hint of a smile on my face.
I took my seat in the coffee shop 'Caf de la John', in my usual spot. The single chaired table at the corner looking out at the magnificent Atlantic Ocean. This was one of the places that brought all my stress, all my tensions to an ease. I was lost in my train of thinking-as usual-while John came up to give me my coffee. "Here you go sweetheart," he exclaimed with a genuine smile.
"Thanks John, how's the business?"
"Come on yaar, you know, it's mid July, no one cares for a coffee now a days."
"It's ok, hota hai, you just watch, business will pick up in August."
"Acha, tell me one thing. It has been 3 years. Every day at the same time, you come in, order the same thing, sit in the same place, and leave without even touching your coffee, and to top it all, you still pay for it. Why? Ridz, I have known you for so long, don't you think it's time you tell me what is wrong with you. And don't you say nothing, because nothing is not the word. Something is there, in these past 15 years that I have run this place, there hasn't been anyone with the same pain that you have in your eyes. Tell me, you can trust me to be your confider."
I stood up abruptly. Tears were brimmed up in my eyes. I grabbed my designer bag, and took some money out. I placed it on the table, and left. The moment I sat in my car, I cried. I cried like I did the day he left me. I cried like I hadn't done in the past 3 years. I cried and cried and cried until my eyes didn't have any more tears to supply for me. Then I drove, I didn't know where to go, I just drove. I didn't think about anybody but him. Just him and everything about him. His habits, his personality, and the way he looked, the way the dimples automatically appear on his face when he smiled, just him.
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Suddenly my car came to an abrupt stop. I had arrived to my "destination."
Whenever I let my thoughts wander, I always end up here, to her house. She is my only remaining thread to his memories. I entered without knocking. She was standing there cuddling up to her new born baby. The moment she saw my swollen red eyes, she put the sleeping angel in her crib and made me sit down.
"Ridz. Baby, no!! How many times have I told you'forget him? He is not going to come back. You need to move on. You are married for God's sake! You have a family. Why are you doing this to yourself?" She went on and on, and all I can do is stare at that picture hung up in the middle of the room. I stood up unknowingly, and walked over to the picture. I grazed my hand over his face, his perfect, beautiful face.
Well you must be in a predicament now. Who am I? Where am I from? Who is this man I am crying over?
I am Riddhima Singh, and I lost the love of my life at the tender age of 22.
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