Novel story Part 1

I had always wished my life would unfold like some novel or a movie with its plot twists and some tangled up relationship which would untangle itself in time and give me my happily ever after. The predictable romance was something I  never wished upon myself. I had read too many novels and in the course of it all, my subconscious had started to weave this intricate design inside my head where my life would turn out as the best selling piece of work that appealed to my senses.

How I wish I had known beforehand that being a part of that story that you had craved so desperately could turn your life and destroy everything you have ever learned. 

It all started the day I met him for the first time.

I was busy with the paperwork that came with my job when the security guard led him in the office introducing him as one of the job applicants. I still remember I had looked at him a second longer than what was considered normal and the thought that accompanied that certain moment. 'He is cute'

The rest of the day went by in a blur. 

Before heading off to the sweet dreamland that awaited me after such a long day of work, I texted my best friend and told him of my meeting the "cute guy" and how hopeful I was of him being one of my colleagues. 

I guess it was 'crush at first sight'

And my hope didn't fail me. He did join and he became one of my closest friends and in a matter of time, words started doing the round of how we were both dating despite it being nothing but rumours. 

My first thoughts of him were slowly washed away with the workload that came with the starting of a good season for the company. Rumours were still circulating around but I was too deep in my work that I hardly had any time to spare to think about such things. And besides, he had a girlfriend. Did I forget to mention that earlier?

Anyways, with time, I had started to see him only as a friend and nothing more. But remember, I did wish for a plot twist.

A month had passed since that fateful day when we met for the first time when he confessed to me via text. Who even does that? Unless he was making a joke out of it. I was sure it was a light jest but when he continued to stay firm and kept saying he had feelings for me, I had no other option than to take the whole thing seriously. And that I did. 

I asked about his girlfriend. Remember he had a girlfriend and it made no sense to confess to me when he already had someone in his life. 

It so happened that he had broken up with her a week ago. A week and he had moved on. Seriously, who even does that? Oh, he did. Did I mention I was stupid? Because I did something no sane girl would have done if she were in my place. I accepted his confession and ta da, we were dating the next day. 

We were dating now, for real, no more stupid rumours. Things were good. He was sweet, even though sometimes i had to control that sudden urge that rose inside me when i wanted to do nothing more than strangle him.

It was sort of a trial for me and I had explained it to him. If things went good, I was in it for long but I couldn't give him a guarantee paper that would give him the hope that it would work out. If it didn't work out, it didn't and we would have to move on. 

The company we were working for didn't pay us good compared to how hard we had to work wih no proper duty timings. He was the eldest son in the family and with it came the responsibility of looking after his siblings who were still in school and so he had looking for better options and i supported him all through.

I knew the kind of pressure that he was under. He needed a better-paying job.

It wasn't long, I guess another month went by, and he had a job in his hand. He showed me his appointment letter. I couldn't have been more proud of him than I had been at that moment. 

And with the feeling of pride came the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, the feeling of sadness washed over me. He was leaving. 

For days I tried to keep up with my cheerful exterior thinking of all the positive sides there was to it, but it was at night that the dreaded feeling rose in me. The realtionship that started with the trial factor had moved onto something real. I had fallen for him during all the times i had spent with him.