my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

  ( and the faintest rustle of a letter fluttering to the floor: See you soon.  Read Part 2  ) Read from Beginning PART 3:  SHADOWS For the first few nights, Maya could not sleep. Every creak in her apartment felt like footsteps. Every reflection in the window felt like eyes watching her. The police interviewed her, took her statement, and searched for Arjun. It was an extensive search. But it was as if Arjun never existed. He vanished. And then the small things started to happen. Small disturbing events. A single rose left on her doorstep. Frequent missed calls. And one day there was a sketch taped to her balcony railing--- her face, soft and smiling, drawn in the exact style Arjun used. And a note: Maya, I'm proud of you for telling the police. You want them to find me. It means you still believe that we belong together. ---A Her hands trembled, but she immediately called the police and reported it. They checked cameras, and asked every passer...

Part 1: Love at First Sight, or…?  The first time Maya saw Arjun, he was standing alone on the old stone bridge that overlooked the river, hands tucked in his jacket pockets, hair messy from the breeze, staring at the water as if it were speaking to him.  When she approached, he smiled softly. Almost shy. But in his eyes, just for a second....she saw something else. Something cold. Something Intense.  She didn't believe in love at first sight. She believed in books, Monday routines, and exactly three coffees per day. But something about the quiet way he smiled when she asked if he was okay made her pause, just long enough for the universe to slip something into place, as if something fluttered in her stomach, may be for a nano second.  Their meetings on the bridge became routine. Maya read books she barely remembered; Arjun watched the river or sketched in a frayed notebook. He was charming in a broken-boy way, effortlessly drawing out her curiosity.  "Moved her...

“Did you like it?”, He asked handing over the cup of coffee. “What? Ouch, hot!!”, She took a sip of the coffee and it almost burnt her tongue. "Of course, it will be hot, it is not cold coffee", he smiled. “Money Heist! Did you like it?” "Oh yeah, such a gripping one. I am still on season 3 though." He laughed, “haha, already season 3? Wow. I knew you would like it!” She smiled and looked at him. It has been a while that they sat down to have coffee and these small conversations. It has been a while she has seen him laughing for something like this. When they were newly-weds, they would probably not have imagined a day like this. Watching a tv show or movie without each other was similar to breaking each other’s trust. Once he was busy in back to back calls, and she watched an episode of Breaking Bad while chopping vegetables; she had to spend two days to pursue him. That was their way to express love, it was their thing to watch movi...