The girl who still wants to fall in love! 

U’What the hell are you doing here?’ He was shocked to see me there to his very core. And his reaction was nothing but legitimate. It was a usual Monday for everyone until I decided to do something crazy and took a cab to visit him and surprise him 100 kms away from where we used to study together. 
To give a small background, those were the very initial days of our college and us dating. From the beginning, it wasn’t a very lovy-dovy relationship but I believed and for that matter still believe that every relationship needs time and effort to build. 
The night before the D-day, we had a fight and as usual, I was made to believe that the fight was because of my stupidity and immaturity. We had such quarrels quote often but we always just kissed them out and move forward with it. The worst part of this one was that he was not the campus premises but back in his home town when we had this fight. So, it turned a little uglier than it ever. 
I had to make up with him on this and could not wait until he was back. So being a stupid teenager that I was, I took a impulsive decision of going down to his hometown, 2 hours away from the campus, to sort things up. 
Between figuring out what to wear down and how to reach there and how to surprise him, I found a guiding angel in his best friend from school. Let’s call him ‘Dog’. :p 
We had met twice and shared a decent interaction. I explained him the situation and he very willingly offered to help me. 

Being a gentleman, he offered to pick me up from the bus stop, where the bus I was traveling via had to drop me. He arranged bus tickets for me, both ways and also cleverly made sure that my boyfriend was in town on that day. Honestly, I was relaxed after being offered the help and also quite excited for the next day. 

As everything was well figured out, except what dress I had to wear(we girls can never figure that out), I slept peacefully hoping to wake up to a loving and exciting day the next morning. 
The next day I took the bus and reached there. Dog picked me up and we went to meet my boyfriend. And how he reacted has already been mentioned above. 
‘You must be crazy to come down here?’ He said. ‘How did you figure it all out?’
‘I just has to make up for the fight, so I am here.’ I replied with love, synonym of stupidity, overflowing from every part of my body. 
To my surprise, he was more annoyed and tensed than happy to see me there. I thought it was because he still held the grudge from the fight. And since dog was with us, we did not really had a chance to make things right. 
‘Mom is calling me home, something urgent has come up. I have to leave.’ He said after receiving a call as we three were enjoying a pizza at a cafe. 
‘But I still have about an hour and a half before I have to board the bus back. Can you not manage?’ I enquirer with a puppy face. 
‘No, I have to go. He will drop you till the bus stop.’ Referring to dog. ‘Bye.’ He just swiftly left, leaving me shocked and sad. 
Dog and I shared a few talks together and then left for bus stop, way before the time as we ran short of things to talk about. 
We were driving towards the bus stop when he decided to take a detour and took the car to a relatively lonely road. I immediately sensed something fishy and strongly opposed it. 
‘Arre, don’t worry. It’s just another route.’ He assured me. But I was continuously nagged and asked him to drop as soon as possible until when he stopped the car at a strange location and said 
‘I will drop you after we make out.’ 
Shocked and frightened, I could not think of anything. I looked around and all I could see was some semi-developed building. 
I thought of getting out of the car but I knew I would never able to reach back if I did so. 

And that left me with the only option, talking him out of it. 

‘I am your best friend’s girlfriend. Don’t do that to me.’ I said 
‘He will never know, come on.’ He said as he grabbed my arm and leaned forward. 
‘Please don’t do this, you are a friend.’ I cried
And then he forced himself on me, trying to kiss me as I used all my energy to resist. He touched me inappropriately and tightly held my head to kiss me. I used all the tools at my disposal like my nails to hurt him and trying to keep him away. Being the strong one, he wouldn’t let the situation go and forced himself harder every time I hurt his ego. After a lot of rebel I had lost my emotional control and yelled on the top of my voice “Anyone can force himself on a lonely girl, it takes to be a man enough to charm one.” 
It took a few words to hurt him in the balls in response to all the force he used on me. 
Yes, I was molested by my boyfriend’s best friend. And this changed me and my opinion about men on whole for the rest of my life. Even today when I travel alone, I analyse each man I come across with suspicion. Even the slightest brush against my body by a stranger feels bad. For years I didn’t allow myself to trust or love a man. I became this heartless strong bitch who cried herself to sleep almost every night. 
But the story doesn’t end here. When I told my boyfriend about it, he dumped me for cheating on him and making out with his best friend. 
And a best friend duo changed my whole perception about love, trust and friendship forever. It took me years to finally lure myself to love and trust again. 
Few years down the road, I am a independent woman with a firm believe in the power of love. 
The story is based on a candid confession by the girl who still wants to fall in love. 

Humans are the most beautiful yet complex stories. And each human being has a different start, a different end and a different plot. Dil-e-jugnoo is trying to curate the humans who want to share thier untold stories with world. 

Write us at boringdivyata@gmail.com if you have one such story. 

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A friend in need is a friend indeed

Amongst all the lessons taught to me as a child, I lived by a few truly. One of them was “A friend in need is a friend indeed.”

I always tried and push my boundaries to help a friend. Made myself available, in every aspect, whenever someone is in need. I was rewarded by a bunch of great loving friends. Life always seemed sorted and exciting with such great people to hang out with.

After fiddling between a lot of things in life, I finally had my dream for a startup. As excited as I was to have my own little baby and grow it into a great success, capital was a major issue yet to be looked after.

I had a decent amount of saving that, if added with some loan, would have given a kick start to my venture. The only issue was that most of this saving was loaned out to friends in need, who promised to pay back as soon as they can. Since all of them were close friends, I didn’t shy away to ask for my money back. I knew nobody would say no. After all it was my dream and they all supported me nicely.

To my surprise, none of my friends helped me when I knocked their doors. I got all the weird reasons like ‘There is a major crisis at work and I can’t pay you back.’ Or ‘You should have asked for it last week, I just bought a new phone.’ So and so forth. I was bankrupt when life chose to teach me the lesson about how the childhood lessons made sense only in childhood. And this moment, changed all my perceptions about life, friendship and money, forever.

Shattered and cribbing, I took a little time to sync in the biggest lesson life had ever thrown at me. I pulled myself together and gathered the dedication and energy to start the journey towards building my empire.

I took a loan from the bank, withdrew all the little money I had in bank, sold the jewellery that women in the house had and started up. I am not proud of using the money that didn’t really belong to me but I was assured that I didn’t go week and begged for money outside the four walls of my home.

Few months down the line, I had a startup, biggest in its own space, up and running.

 

The story is based on the real life incident of a successful serial entrepreneur. 

As a writer, I always try to churn out fiction from the living stories around me. Every story has a hidden reality of its own. But we never, and that’s the worst part about weiters, acknowledge the reality and appreciate the person who lived the story we just curated into words. But wouldn’t reading a person not be much more beautiful than reading a story?  Therefore, I want to initiate a small campaign where people can share their real life experience and help themselves to get out of their system and others to take a lesson from it. The above story is first out of many to come.