PoorvDisha…..

Episode 1

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#Author: #RhituparnaChakraborty

#Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction with no relation to any person/organism living or dead. Every episode, every character is a work of imagination. Any resemblance to any person, organism, place or character is purely coincidental. There is no intention to hurt or rebuke anyone through this work. This story/episode cannot be copied, published or reproduced without the permission of the author RhituparnaChakraborty.

Wrapping herself in that pink huge towel, Disha, looked at herself in the mirror. She then combed her hair and applied some moisturizer. She massaged her face perfectly with strokes. She would dedicate 10 minutes after shower to massage her face and comb her hair. Disha loved herself. She would take utmost care of herself. Every morning she would wake up at 6:00 a.m. and exercise for one hour. She would then have one tea spoon of honey and three glasses of warm water. After that, she would quickly make a dish of veggies for her lunch box. Sometimes it would be fried okras, or fried brinjals or cottage cheese curry in cashew or sometimes crispy potato fries. She was a big time foodie. Although she took good care of herself, she would never compromise with her taste buds. After making the veggie dish, she would quickly make a cup of tea for herself, have it with two cookies and would go for shower. By then her mom Jayati would wake up. She would make a bowl of oats with fruits for Disha for breakfast and then she would make fresh fluffy flat breads for Disha’s lunch box.

Disha Barua was the only child of Jayati Barua and Jayant Barua. Jayati was a retired school teacher while Jayant was a retired senior accounts manager in a government sector. Disha was 35 years old. She was an assistant professor of Botany in Science College. With a height of 5 feet 7 inches, Disha had a beautiful structure. Her face was oval shaped. She was fair. She had a straight edged nose and her eyes twinkled when she smiled. She had wavy shoulder length hair which she would always get trimmed in steps. That gave her hair more volume. She would color her hair with herbal henna. She was not very fond of coloring her hair but at this point in life, she could see visible strands of gray hair. She tried to conceal those, primarily, because she wanted to look good and also because she was still single. She had been a carefree girl all her life. But as time passed by and she never met the love of her life, she seemed to become more conscious of her looks. Jayati and Jayant were worried about Disha’s future. Financially Disha was stable and secured. But, after Jayati and Jayant, there should be some companion for their darling child. They had looked for prospective matches, but, nothing was fruitful. There were quite a few boys who liked Disha but then they lived in other cities and Disha would have to leave her job. She was fine doing that, nonetheless, she had this thing in her mind that, if there was ‘love’, leaving such a secured job would make sense. But, this was just an arranged institution. How could she leave her secured job for someone she did not love. Jayati and Jayant agreed to that. Disha was not wrong.

Disha would drive to college every morning. Today being Monday, Disha had back to back classes. There were practical classes as well. Disha loved to dress up. Everyday she would ensure her earrings and lipstick shade would match her dress. Today Disha was wearing a light pink ‘Chikankari’ long kurti with a pair of white leggings. She wore pink earrings to go with her dress. She wore matching pink bangles too. She wore a pair of beige flat footwear. As always, she looked ravishing. As she entered the staffroom, her best friend Jahnvi looked at her and said, ‘Whoaa, look at you, fresh as a flower, and that too on a Monday!’. Disha smiled and said, ‘Why, thank you darling! But you are looking splendid too.’ Jahnvi chuckled and said, ‘I know that. After all I am so damn beautiful.’ Disha and Jahnvi both laughed. Disha then said, ‘I have to go now. My class starts in 5 minutes. See you at lunch.’ Jahnvi said, ‘Sure! See you at lunch.’ As Disha was about to leave the staffroom, Professor Romit Khanna bumped into her at the door. He said, ‘Hi Disha Ji. Good Morning.’ Disha smiled warmly and said, ‘Good Morning Romit Sir.’ Romit then replied, ‘Saah khaabo jaabo neki? (Would you like to accompany me for a cup of tea?’. Disha was amazed. She laughed and said, ‘Wow! You learned Asomiya? That was so beautiful!’ Romit laughed and said, ‘Well, I had to learn Asomiya. After all it’s ‘your’ mother tongue and such a beautiful language.’ Disha replied, ‘That’s so sweet of you Sir. Thank you! I have a class now, so I am in a little rush. We can go for tea break at around 3:30 p.m.’ Romit said, ‘Anything you say.’ Jahnvi yelled from her seat, ‘I am coming too, okay?’. Romit said with a note of delight, ‘Of course! It will be an immensely beautiful tea date with two pretty ladies.’

Jahnvi and Disha usually used to have their lunch in a cozy corner in the cafeteria. During lunch Jahnvi told Disha, ‘So, how long are you going to pretend to be “friends” with Romit?’ Disha looked at Jahnvi confused and said, ‘Pretend to be friends? Jahnvi, we are friends!’ Jahnvi looked at Disha and said earnestly, ‘But that’s not what he thinks. For him you are more than a friend. You know he wants to marry you.’ Disha replied nonchalantly, ‘Yes, I know that. He did tell me several times. And, every time he proposed, I said, I don’t have any feelings for him. And he knows that very well.’ Eating a spoonful of fried rice from her lunch box, Jahnvi replied, ‘And, how long are you going to wait till you find your love?’ Disha replied with a sombre note, ‘I don’t want to wait anymore. I so wish I would meet someone with whom I would fall in love. But then, all these years it never happened. And if it has to be arranged marriage, I would marry someone based on my choices of life. With Romit, it can be an arranged marriage. But then how much will I compromise? He is only 5 feet 6 inches tall. He is not charming either. Even if I marry him, every day I will have to tell myself to adjust and compromise. That way neither of us will be happy.’ Jahnvi said, ‘But Romit is someone who will do anything to make you happy. Don’t you see that?’ Disha said, ‘Yes he would. I know that. But I don’t love him and I can’t force myself to love him.’

In the evening, after the classes were done, Jahnvi, Disha and Romit went to have tea at the tea stall near their college. Romit constantly found ways to compliment Disha. Disha tried to change the topic but Romit would come back to same topic of how pretty Disha was. Jahnvi enjoyed that but she too was concerned about Disha. She knew Romit was a nice chap and he would keep Disha happy. However, Disha would never agree to marry Romit.

After her day’s work, back home, Disha would sit in front of her laptop and prepare notes for the next day. She would then check her social media profile. She was adept in sharing positive quotes and interesting stories. She had a long list of friends in her profile. Right from her school friends to college friends to her students, she had a huge fan base. Disha was intelligent and kind. This was a beautiful combination and hence people loved her. There would be new friend request every now and then. Disha never accepted requests from unknown people. Today there was a ‘Friend Request’ notification from a guy named Poorv Mahajan. This name rang a bell. Yes, she had heard this name before. But where? Oh yes, he was her cousin Raunak’s class mate in college. Raunak was Disha’s first cousin and they shared a bond more like siblings. When Raunak was in college, he would tell Disha all about his friends. This guy, Poorv Mahajan, was one of those friends of Raunak.

Disha accepted Poorv’s friend request. She then scanned his profile. He was a financial consultant in a reputed bank in Mumbai. She looked at his pictures. There were not many. However, whatever pictures were there, they were all recent. He looked good. He seemed to be around 5 feet 10 or 5 feet 11 inches tall. He had a pointed nose and was fit as a fiddle. Most alluring of all his features, was his smile. He had a killing smile. Disha then yawned and told herself, ‘Well, time to go to bed. This is just a random friend request. Why am I even scanning his profile?’. Just then there was one more notification. Poorv had waved at her in her inbox. Disha replied to that message with a ‘Hi’. The conversation after that:

Poorv: Hello, how are you?

Disha: I am fine. Thank you! How are you?

Poorv: I am fine too. Thanks!

Disha: You are Raunak’s friend, right?

Poorv: Yes. We were room mates during our college days. He had told me a lot about you. You guys are great friends, right?

Disha: Yes :). He is my best friend.

Poorv: He is in Germany now, right?

Disha: Yes. You guys must be in touch.

Poorv: Yes, through social media.

Disha: Hmm. Anyway, nice meeting you. Good night.

Poorv: Nice meeting you too. Good night.

After Disha logged out, she thought, ‘At least someone so charming talked to me. Cool.’ She then smiled to herself and went to sleep. Well all she did not know was, after she logged out, Poorv was still online. He was deeply engrossed in Disha’s pictures and videos on her profile…..

To be continued…………..