My Vampire Girlfriend {Chapter 3}

I wasn’t sure if I was doing something wrong but then last night my roommates put across a bet rather a challenge for me that I had to take this Sunayana to the Alibaug trip next month and I actually agreed. Since, it was a challenge; no way was I backing out. Moreover, it was actually my first shot to think beyond Alisha. Anyway, if she really had some interest in me, I had to be a real stud. I mean, she was like that poster girl you see in Diarymilk ads; cuteness overloaded in one word. Her big eyes were a clouded hazel, and her thinly plucked eyebrows were shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of her eye. A long nose hooked over continually pursed lips, which were painted a bright red in an unsuccessful effort to mask their natural thinness. Not very long but she had dense hair which reached little beyond her shoulders which bounced as she walked. She was tall and very slim, she had a body which many girls envied and most boys desired. She walked in long strides, her shoulders back and face held forward, wearing tall stiletto heels.

‘Hi!’ I greeted.

She was sitting at the canteen reading a novel. She didn’t even look at me.

‘I’m sorry for yesterday.’ I said.

‘Hmmm…’ She was still engrossed in her novel.

It only meant fuck off for me and seriously there was no point hanging in there. I drew my steps backward but as I looked across the canteen, my friends were standing at a corner gaping at me. They had already presumed my situation in front and I could see the disappointment in their expressions. To be frank, it had been always difficult for me to accept defeat and that also this early seemed really heartbreaking. Anyway, I had nothing to lose and thought to do something out of box. I was yet not over my corporate ways.

‘Hey girl!’ I pulled her novel. ‘I’m talking to you.’

She glared at me furiously. ‘So? I’m not interested.’

‘I am not asking you to date but then I do wish we go for a coffee at least.’

‘And why do you think, I should go with you.’

‘Well… I understood Interstellar.’

I doubt whether you will believe if I say that she actually smiled and went to a nearby CCD after that. We talked over four hours there and only left when she received an urgent call from home but then before that not only did she give me her number but also asked if she could be my date for the next month Alibag trip which my class was planning.

***

‘Bro! How did you do that? Give us some tips.’ One of my roommates asked me excitedly. I had actually turned into a hero that day and we were celebrating in my room.

Frankly speaking even I didn’t have an idea, how it actually happened. I mean did I just beguile the most desired girl of the college on a single shot. You see, picking up a girl is an art and it can’t be learnt. Men who picked up girls so easily and master this art are called ‘Pick-up artists’. Perhaps, I was the Picasso of that art.

Even though I had her number, I didn’t call her or messaged her. I didn’t want her to realize that I was craving for her attention which let her take me for granted just like Alisha. I wanted to play it safe, the ball was her court now and she did fall for it.

Sunayana calling…

‘Hi!’ She said.

‘Hello.’

‘I thought you would call me.’

‘Were you actually expecting my call?’

‘Kind of… I mean I thought you seriously wanted to date me.’

‘I may like you but that doesn’t mean I’m desperate.’

‘You’re not? Well, where is the fun then.’

I was aware where this was heading now. I and Alisha did it almost every night, phone sex. But then wasn’t everything happening too quickly or maybe I was just thinking way too much. I mean she was just talking about fun and unlike boys, for girls fun wasn’t limited to sex. You see, she wasn’t just smart but was bit slick too. She had her different class, I realized as we continued talking and what I really liked about her was she showed and immense interest in me and my lifestyle which was a welcome feeling. I hardly had such lovely moments with Alisha. The only time she had pleased is when she went down towards my leg while on bed. Anyway, my curiosity towards Sunayana grew and I couldn’t control myself from asking her why did she show interest in me?

‘I told you before, I find you cool. Moreover, I feel isolated among these kids. My thinking doesn’t match with them.’

‘How come?’

‘I don’t belong to them. I’m older. I am 25.’

‘What?’ I asked.

‘It’s simple, I prefer being with someone from my age group and moreover, I appreciate that you understood Interstellar.’

***

And I was all right about Alisha’s vacation, my all fears had come to true. She actually got hitched in Luncknow with some IIM guy there. She didn’t care to let me know about it. Perhaps, I came to know about the proceedings from her What’s app DP. Seriously, bitch seemed an understatement. How it could be that easy for her to marry some other guy after sleeping with me for six years. The above line is actually the first instance that I had ever abused her; I had been always caring and loving to her. Moreover, I wonder what else I could have done more to keep her. I would have been not that hurt if she had at least told me about this once. Was I that worthless to her that it had to end with a DP? Was my love not enough? Whatelse? I had money with me even and only reason, she left me because I went to an ordinary college. Was she a human or a mere job opportunity where you need a hefty resume to fit in? Perhaps, the phone through which she was flaunting the photograph was gifted to her on her last birthday. I had flown from Germany just to celebrate her birthday which I so strictly did ever since we were together. I never thought that would be the last birthday together.

Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle; it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not act of bitterness. It’s an act of self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?

I got into a shell, stopped talking to everyone. I didn’t even pick calls from home. I locked myself in my hostel room mourning about Alisha, it’s not that easy to delete six years of your life but it seemed so for her. Alisha blocked me from everywhere as if it was me who was cheating. Suddenly, this Symbiosis thing seemed so meaningless as it reminded me of her. The only way to get rid of the pain was to get a job somewhere out of India where no one knew me.

I told my decision to my friends in college and nobody actually protested. Everyone knew how much I was hurt. I had already mailed to my seniors in Volkswagen and they were more than happy to take me back. I thought to treat everyone before I leave and hence organized a small party. I invited Sunayana too.

‘So you’re leaving?’ Sunayana asked me.

‘Yes! I’m.’

‘Can something stop you from going?’ She held my hand.

I drifted her immediately. ‘Sunayana! Don’t get me wrong but this is not happening. I just had a break up and she was the love of my life.’

‘So what now? The love is gone, now what to do with your life? End it?’

‘This is not funny.’

‘I know isn’t and this is not depressing either. Look at the brighter side; you finally came to know the real face of her. Be happy, move on and start a new life.’

‘Alone?’

‘Who said? Am I not there with you?’

‘You do. Thanks for being there. But then are you not angry with me. I lied to you. I was playing with you.’

‘Well not really rather I am happy that she’s gone. I can now play with you, time for revenge.’

She smiled.

We kissed.