A Million Dreams

The week passed, boards awaited for both of them. One was extremely tensed that he wouldn't get the college of his dreams, other one was too reluctant to make chotta's even. Different parts of country, different states, different schools yet the emotion was somewhat same, it was tension. In Kolkata, it was extremely difficult to guess who was more tensed ? Dhruv, because of the exam pressure or his mother just because he wasn't eating properly. Typical Bengali moms, for them their child is everything. They literally don't care a fig about anything, be it sudden rise in petrol prices, GDP drop of the country, who's the new president, or even an alien invasion. All they are worried about, the growth in onion prices, their daughters busy in the phone and why her son is not shaving the shabby beard, and most importantly, WHY IS HE NOT EATING PROPERLY ? - The national tension of mother's. Mothers are really special, even if they run a country, they possess an extra

Adaria was a rich army brat, born and brought up in Mumbai. She studied in an Army School, as her father was a General in the Indian army. Her native place was somewhere in Rajasthan. Her mother was a famous Rajasthani folk singer whom Gen. Vikrant Solanki fell in love with during his Rajasthan border posting. She was their only child. There are numerous incidents when, the people noticed an Army Man, standing near her mother's house, waiting for hours for her to come near the balcony. Let's leave that story for another day.   Adaria was a proud girl, typical Army Officer's daughter with a royal charm of her own. Strong, rebellious and dangerously outspoken, these were her characteristics.  She was an extremely skilled athlete, ran the Mumbai marathon twice, bunking school of course, because her mother didn't want her to take part in it, but sixteen year old Adaria bribed her father with two more worksheets and somehow managed to take part and secure a respectable

The dinner table was laid, Dhruv was waiting in his tux and bumchums. Yes bumchums, because he was too tired to press his trousers after cooking all those things Ria loved. To hide the fact that he wasn't wearing trousers, he replaced the short floral table cloth with the velvet white one, which ended three inches above the floor. It was their first dinner in their new flat. He knew, Ria would take a hundred selfies before touching the food, in thousand poses, with hashtags #foodgasm, #foodislove #whenbaecooks #foodislife  and few more, and he thought that the selfies won't show his bottom. " I am a genius, what a life hack. You don't have to wear pants, if you don't have to get up. " he mumbled. He was probably proud of himself, that he saved a few calories by not pressing his pants and wearing them, apart from the fact that those batman printed boxers were heaven. The Menu ? Butter Chicken, Shahi Paneer and Kulcha, accompanied by The Choudhury's Rosho

So you've planned, it you'll do it, over phone. There's no harm in it, it's completely fine. I mean you know it's legit in the path of finding happiness and true love, right ? The guy, the one who loved you more than anything else in this entire existence deserves it, Yes !? Girl, you think you'll give a goddamned lame fucking reason, that why this relationship ain't working anymore like it did few months back. Think of it, you can. You'll simply call him up in a random evening, waking him up after his lazy afternoon sleep, the fact that his heart still skips a beat when he hears his special ringtone set for you, the big full screen caller ID along with some cute nickname makes him as happy as he was perfectly a year and six months ago, when you called him for the first time, will be of no value. As you have made up your mind, of parting ways, finally. Hush. He'll receive, and as you've planned, you'll just say  " Hello ! It&#