Hero and Heroine

Batch No. 311-13

Story Writing

Topic: Hero and Heroine

I was always afraid to ask him anything, or in taking permissions for going out with Friends. I had always been the most obedient daughter to my father. He never said no to me, but then, I never asked for anything of which I had even the slightest doubt that he will say No. That day was different, Papa was actually happy. Initially I was saddened by the fact that I could not get admission in any medical college of Delhi, I knew papa will not allow me to go out of Delhi to study. Papa proved me wrong. That day, one of the best days of my life, Papa asked me to pack my things and head to Bengaluru with him to take admission in one of the best medical colleges. I was shocked, happy emotional, confused and what not. After all the admission formalities were done, Papa went back to Delhi, before leaving he said only one sentence with the familiar terror in his eyes, "I want you to Just focus on your studies." I knew that studies were the only option. Bu then destiny had something else for me waiting.

When I first saw Nikhil, I never had even imagined that he would be so important for me. He was sitting on the second bench of the staircase classroom, his sleeves rolled up, hair falling on his forehead and  that charming smile. We both were from Delhi was the reason we talked to each other the first time. Gradually we became friends.

One day we went for a drive in his friend's car. He asked me "What is your favourite colour?" "What?" I answered back. "Just tell me," he said. "Well I choose Pink as a little girl because everyone else did, then I choose purple because I wanted to be different then there was a red phase, green phase, blue phase and black phase,  I just don't know, If I have to really choose then, may be its white like morning sky, slightly blue like the afternoon sky or black like the night sky, maybe I Just like sky, I haven't figured myself out", I said. "you are really much more than what you show," he said. Nikhil was the most optimistic person I had met. He gave me power to fight against my fears, to break the monotony and set my life and ideas free. Nikhil became my 'Hero' in college, he never restrained me from doing anything to protect me, like papa did, he made me a free person who could stand against and with the world  on her own. Gradually I fell in love with him and I told him. He reciprocated my feelings and I was elated. I was in a bubble of euphoria for the entire 5 years of college and I did hark work as well. College was done, and I had to go back to Delhi and confront my parents about Nikhil. I had earlier told mummy and my younger sister Khushi about Nikhil and that I want to make my future with him. It was only papa whom I needed to confront, and it was the toughest thing to do.

The day arrived, papa must have left with that air around that I am going to talk about some guy thing. I told him everything altering some of the details. His eyes were all red and his loud voice, literally scared me to death.  I didn't talk to him after that, he was stern on his decision and I being his daughter was stern on my decision. He said that he'll never see my face If I married Nikhil.

We both were doing our MD in Delhi when Nikhil was diagnosed with cancer, his treatment started and my prayers. I used to accompany him and his family to hospital. Papa knew everything but never said a word.

Year long struggle ended with the beginning of a wait that would never end untill my death. Nikhil took his last breath in his monster's lap his hairs which used to fell on his forehead, were not to be found, but his sweet smiled still  managed to make him look enchanting. He had a peaceful death. I wanted to kill myself after Nikhil left me forever. One hand came on my shoulders  and I put my head on that person's shoulder and I cried as much as I could. He was my father, my Papa. He gave me the courage to survive and I knew he wasn't the same person, whom I was afraid of. He was my "Hero' like Nikhil was. Papa never forced me to marry anyone else. He said if Nikhil could understand me, then why can't he, being my father.

I am happy, doing my job as a dentist. I live with my parents. Nikhil is still in my heart with his sleeves Rolled up, hair falling on his forehead and that eacnchanting smile.