Love story of the Introverts

Amay woke up with temple-bells buzzing his head. He snoozed his phone-alarm and visualised the dream he saw last night. It all happened in front of his eyes. Alarm woke him up to the reality at 6 AM and killed the pleasure that love-hormone created in his dream.

His mornings were busy in week days. The office bus would come at 7 AM and would  wait for nobody. He, so, in the morning had to follow the clicking of the wall clock so he could reach at the bus stop on time.   He was a manufacturing engineer in an automobile company. The company had its office in the outskirts of the city.

He, during his morning chores,  imagined her lovely, beautiful and lively face. She wore a bright-colored kurti and jeans. Her long and dark brown hair were open, and she wore a black hairband in her left hand wrist like a bracelet. She had striking charcoal black eyes and was smiling and laughing with him. He had proposed to her in his dream. They married and were a cheerful couple in love. The problem is she was not even her friend, and he became nervous and couldn’t speak a word in front of her. He didn’t know how to approach and  propose to her and make this lovely dream come true. She worked in the same office on a different floor, and could only see her during lunchtime. He, thus, tried to create situations so he would have time to interact with her. But because of nervousness, he couldn’t utter anything at the right time. 

The goosebumps from the cold shower interrupted his thoughts of dreamland, and then he hurried up and left for office.

Apeksha knew that Amay liked her and followed her like an ant follows sugar. Amay, to her, was a good fella, but she was not ready for another relationship. Her last one ended months back. Although, his desperation to talk was evident to her, and so, she found no harm to know and talk with him.

He, these days, could not concentrate on his work, and her thoughts lingered all day in his mind. She could reject her proposal and then he would become a laughingstock in office. The centre of attraction would shift to him. He made his own assumptions in his mind but never tried to speak out and find the truth. Unaware of this, he continued to act weird in office and at home. 

She lived with her friends in the hostel. Although only a few of them were close to her. She, in her free time, would read Indian love stories and would paint random art. She wanted someone to love and pamper her. Her time went on dreaming and thinking about all those lovey-dovey characters from a novel. Amay was successful in finding a little place in her thoughts. She wanted to know if he liked her and if yes, then what made her so special in his life. 

She was not a fan of herself except that she was efficient and prolific at work. Her education, her achievements and her life had been normal. She would express herself through her paintings. Her happiness, sadness, excitement,  amazement were all visible in her paintings. Some of her very close friends had seen them. 

He wanted to make sure he loved her, and only then he wanted to make another move. Her facebook profile was not open for all, but he followed her digital moves like a detective would and guessed that she liked to do paintings, watch Netflix and Hindi romantic movies. 

He, in his free time, had reflected a lot about his love for her and took months to make the next move. Her face got imprinted his mind and would think day and night about her. He, so, decided that he would propose to her, but would also make sure that none of his friends should come to know, at least for now.

The other day she received a ping on her office chat account.

“Hi, are you there, I am from manufacturing department. I had some queries about your last improvement project. You decreased the quality rejection rate by 10% in that project”.  She was busy in office validating quality reports of the car, but his name caught her attention. She verified if this was the same Amay who followed her and it raised her heartbeats.
“Yeah, please tell me the queries”, she wished to see if this is a query or an excuse he made to talk with her. 

Amay got excited as he saw the reply. He knew already that she was a quality engineer and therefore contacted her to start a conversation. Her reaction would give him confidence about her interest to talk with him,

“I wanted to know the process you implemented, for the bearings of crankcase, to reduce oversize defects. I am having an issue in the other model and thought I could learn from your improvements,”

Apeksha for a moment forgot their unsaid personal connection and replied in a professional tone. “I can share the documents with you and if you would like I can also explain to you what I did”. 

Amay didn’t need any document from her but he was ecstatic as it seemed to be an opportunity to meet with his dream girl “Yeah, that’s a nice idea, maybe I will go through your documents first and then we can meet and discuss if that sounds ok to you,”

She smiled because he took a step  to meet with her, “Ok, let me know you will receive the documents in two minutes,”

He took a sigh of relief that she was ok to talk with him, even if it was for a professional work. He now only had to be opportunistic and share his feelings with her. 

The other side of his mind forced him to give some time to build the friendship. He could then share his feelings. It seemed logical to him, but he was sure  that he could not be her friend and he didn’t want to be friend-zoned. 

“But why would she accept my proposal at the first meeting?” This question engaged his mind for nights, but his desperation won over the logical side of his brain and he proposed to her. 

Apeksha was a little happy that he wanted to talk with her, even if with an excuse for some professional work.  With this, she could be sure if it was her wrong notion that he liked her or had some truth in it.  She found herself relaxed and happy and painted with no specific thought in mind. She painted dawn with warm sunlight, blue and white sky, and the sun looked so far yet its sunlight was spreading happiness everywhere. There was greenery and a very magnanimous castle.  She continued to paint for hours and never realized that she got so immersed in it and skipped her dinner. 

She never expected that her painting would give her an epiphany and would help her take a decision for her life. The painting had several elements and each of them had an independent soul and a meaning but it gave a different and a holistic understanding when viewed together. She created a castle that emanated and reflected happiness from every corner. The life around the castle bloomed with love and happiness. Love, hope and optimism were visible till infinity, and she saw herself outside the castle facing the sun and waiting for that happiness to hug her. That feeling amazed her. She took it as a signal from her conscious that she desperately wanted love in her life.

“Is it because of Amay?”

She questioned herself but ignored it as she didn’t know him. How can she fall in love with somebody just like that, but her heart didn’t want to ignore the message from her painting? She with confused and rambling thoughts went to office the next day.  They had earlier planned to discuss her project after lunch.

Amay waited for their discussion since morning. He kept on rephrasing questions he would ask to her. They planned a meeting in one of the office meeting rooms.  He made sure that nobody would get a clue of his intentions. They both were there before time.

“Hi Apeksha”, he uttered the moment he saw her.

“Hi Amay” she smiled and went directly inside the meeting room.

“You had your lunch,” asked Amay to start the conversation.

“Of course, you didn’t have” it confused her as it was already well past lunchtime.

“I have too, just asked,” He thought of a fool of himself to ask a silly question.

“Ok, tell me have you gone through my reports” asked Apeksha to break the momentary pause and move the conversation ahead. She thought she could have responded earlier in a better way.

“Yeah, I have gone through and I was wondering which tool should I select to achieve the accuracy of 20 microns for the diameter,” Amay moved fingers on his hair and tried not to have direct eye contact with her. But he could not control and was checking her then and now.

Apeksha noticed but didn’t react, “We used reamer, and it would work but important for you to have an excellent tool material as the tool should not wear out in a short span of time “

“Yeah, that’s a wonderful suggestion, I think I will consider that,” Amay had already implemented the solution, but he had to bluff it. 

He halted that discussion and enquired “Where do you live”

She told her the location, they exchanged the phone numbers but Amay did not propose to her and said nothing that could have triggered further meeting. He cursed himself later that at least he could have complimented her. 

He knew he would go mad if it continued in this way. He was browsing on the internet and read poetry somewhere. It triggered an idea to him to write poetry and express his feelings. He thought it might be easy in that way and he could express much more than what spoken words could express. He spent the entire night thinking about her and finished the poetry. He slept at 6 am and skipped office the next day. 

Apeksha searched him during lunch but was unhappy to not find him. She was ok with their meeting and now she was thinking to meet him again. She thought at least she could make one move now and then see where their friendship would go.

“Hi Apeksha, this is Amay” he went to her place in the evening and called her. 

“Hey, Hi, how are you,” Apeksha asked with a surprising tone. She did not expect his call as there was no specific reason now.

“Hey, I wanted to talk with you, and I am downstairs at your place, can your come for a while,” said Amay and waited for his response.

She  got baffled but agreed to come down.

They saw each other, and he bent down, when she came close enough, on his knees and gave a decorated card with poetry to her.

When I first saw you 
I was awestruck by your simplicity and
Overwhelmed by your natural beauty,
I questioned myself
How can one be 
so simple yet so elegant 
So silent yet so expressive.

I don't know who are you
But I feel like
I know you since ages,
I don't know what you think
But I believe I can understand you 
I know you paint your emotions
And I wish to read them happily.

You know that I like you,
Your striking  eyes speak a lot
Your demeanour talk volumes,
I don't know what you think
But you can test my love for you
I promise
I will be the one always for you.

She smiled, read it with amazement and was very very happy but didn't show it to him. She then said
Amay got baffled " Ok? what, please tell me"

Chetan Maheshwari

Hello, I am a Project Management Professional, and an author and a blogger by passion. I like good sarcasm and humor. Books, people around me, and nature inspire me, and my blogs and book reflect the same.


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  1. Nicely built-up story.. I shall wait for its next part

  2. @Amit
    I am happy that you read it ...Thanks
    Yes, next part will come in some time
    Happy Reading:)

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