Borders Apart - 1. Who Are You?

Nisha Sinha, a bold, ambitious and friendly Indian girl. She was that 17 year old working day and night for her dreams. She had big dreams. She had average looks. She was the eldest daughter in her family. She had responsibilities and being the eldest, she was the most lonely and she always craved for her parents love and time. She used to think, sitting in a corner and sketch her dreams in her scrap book. She motivated herself somehow, her thoughts were far more mature than that of a 17 year old could be. Has a happening life on Facebook and is famous among friends. This story is from her perspective.

Ahaan Khan, a guy from Pakistan, 20, friendly, caring and sharp. He was intelligent and believed in almighty. He had small dreams, simple life goals. He was more focused on making parents proud. He was patient, mature and kind. He was charming. Girls were spell bound, all thanks to his boy-next-door looks! He was neither the eldest and nor the younger one, so no one cared where he was (atleast in his case) . Has a little group of his own and confined to it. He was lonely... but he could not say. 

This story is be divided into 5 chapters and subsequently linked to continue..

Chapter 1- Who are you?

  I am a cricket fan, I was busy getting updated on IPL after the match that day and was planning out a road trip for my family. It was 1am in India, I was sleepless and doing my part to make my parents happy. While I am engrossed looking for good places to tour, in the silence if the night Facebook makes a little louder ping on my laptop, 'One Friend Request' ... uhh okay " who could it be so late?" I said to myself surprised..   

'Ahaan Khan' 
Place : Karachi, Pakistan 
Studying at MAJ University. 

That day I had the most shocking friend request of my life..".What The Hell....Pakistan?? Guy? OMG!! What is this??" saying all that I sprang up standing straight....my eyes grew big...I was shocked. Trying to find my brain so that I could do something about it.... Not Reachable At This Moment...the answer my brain was giving me in return. 
I closed my eyes ..cooled down and then I thought 'You are not gonna do that coz ......

(1). You don`t know him.  
(2). He is from another country and your countries are real good um...friends, enemies, what not. 
(3). It`s a he ... a guy . 

 I don`t know what if I ask who he is and why this happened....?'

 I gathered my wits to do what I was thinking. I messaged him ... "Who are you?"

.....waiting

........more waiting !

 The next minute there was a reply " Ahaan....fb has told u this". I felt like punching him in the face...like really he said that how rude! He knows why I asked that. But, in another 30 secs there was another message it was from him , it said "look i just wanna make sum gud frnds ... a gud circle u know. I dont mind if u dont want to talk its alright." Huh?!  MEN.. they seem to be rude and sweet at the very same moment. They will grab you and shoo you away in one line. I replied "look dude the thing is idk u & my parents are strict...they dont want me to talk to unknown people" being frank and calm. He replies..." At one point of time everyone is a stranger and u never know....anyways nice meeting u lady ATB TC :) " huhhh??!! Man this is crazy how could someone be so nice in one time and rude too?? I don't get this. 

I replied " Nice meeting you too.. wish we could be friends...but we r countries and rules apart atb to u too tc." I felt stupid, really why did I say that ... how foolish of me! He replied " We are Borders Apart Nisha....just your border and my border apart... media loves to stretch it..people make it worse...It's alright Good Night".

 He was right, totally right. Why should I hurt him for being frank and straightforward. True , we are apart... different.. but as he said just his and my border apart. I mustered up my courage I was breaking my rules ... not for the first time...but this time it was huge. I wanted to do it. There was something. He had clicked a string on my heart ... a string no one could ever play so far... He was about to leave and I realized he deleted the request.  NO...

I quickly messaged him " you are nice. I'll talk...". Foolish me again. He as I could predict replied "what?!". I explained,"Dude u seem to be a great person you've been a gentleman. Its good you made me realize people have borders too....and if this was just BORDERS APART then WELCOME TO MY WORLD.....Friends?" I could imagine how astonished he would be...gaping at the screen in darkness his sharp oval eyes pointed at both ends growing large, his thin lip in a gasp....

This time I sent him the friend request and accepting it, he replied "sure" "friends". But in due course of time I grew tired and sleepy...I messaged him " okay listen its 2 am and I am sleepy ttyl goodnight bye". He replied in reasonable time "okay Goodnight tc". Nisha!! Careful!! my heart and brain said in chorus.

The night wasn't normal...I had either a nightmare or a very beautiful dream. I don't know all I could remember after I woke up with a jolt was...

' I was in UK, rushing for my University - Wearing boots, a leather jacket with a hood on over a sweater shirt and gloves. It was about to snow early in the morning... stuffing my journal into my bag..walking as fast as I could towards my bus stop. I crash into a guy...my bag falls down spilling the contents - three journals, a thick 400 page textbook of accounts, two pens ...."I am sorry I was in a hurry, did I hurt you?" I managed to say while picking up my belongings...he helped me with that... he just had a backpack on..in white tee and a brown leather jacket ,as he adjusted his full rimmed nerdy black glasses...I looked up at him......he was ..AMAZING....we were looking into each others eyes...searching and deep...breathless...hearts pounding louder and harder, our breath creating vapors due to the cold ...it was snowing by that time..everything turned white around us and the bus I was rushing for screeched its door open at the stop to signal the students.......

......breaking my dream and all I know later I woke up with a jolt......That's it? What on earth was that? Who was he? Why did that happen?....Why???

Will Ahaan and Nisha become buddies ? How far will they push their borders ? Find out in Chapter Two Serendipity....