I had something in my mind, wrote the idea down in short form and then forgot the original idea, so now I wrote this on the basis of whatever I remember + tried a different style of writing.

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Kartik's POV:

Four years, four years is a very long time, for some, time heals, and for some, time breaks, maybe for me it broke. What I felt four years ago, I still feel the same, not only for her, but without her too. She just had to trust me, but of course trust, a coin with two sides, one side of trust makes sure that the string of relations is held tight, and one side of trust breaks the string into such pieces that no relation could be held together again with it. Trust has the power to mend, but when you don't hold onto it, it has the power to break. Trust comes with betrayal too, she thinks I betrayed her, but just that thought of hers made her betray me. I don't blame her, and I won't ever in the future too, but some days come when I sit and think about why life was so unfair to me that it took her away from me. Today is one of those days, particularly because today is 2nd February, the day she came into my life, it was a blissful day, a day full of happiness and brightness, and another 2nd February came when the happiness turned to sadness and the brightness became darkness. I sit and recall my life this day, sometimes to thank god for sending her in my life and sometimes to curse fate for taking her away from me.

A common factor that breaks deep thoughts is an alarm, it broke mine too. I never sleep, for me sleep should give peace and my peace was her, till the second she was in my life, she gave me peace, but the second she left, my peace left, which meant I had to say bye to sleep too. It was 6:00 am, time for me to get up and become a fake me who's happy and has a perfect life. Well I had no choice, who was going to believe that the 27 year old fashion & jewellery businessman Mr Kartik Goenka, is actually living in a secluded, dark and isolated world where all that is, is her and her thoughts. She ruled me when she was in my life, and she made me into such a person that I could not let any other thought except for hers, rule me ever again.

I was lost in my thoughts as usual, when someone knocked on my door, knocks are quite funny, they make life easier, when you're in a situation where you don't know what to do or think, a knock comes, and you don't have to face that situation or those thoughts again. Enough with my thinking, I went and opened the door to see my cook, Ramesh kaka standing there, with my usual black coffee in my hand.

R: Baba, meri poti ko haspatal le jana hain, uska teeka karwane ke liye. Main bhul gaya aapko puchna, toh kya main jaa sakta hoon, maine aapki yeh kali coffee bana di hain, aapko mere ilawa aur kisi ki pasand nahi hain na, aur Raju ko bhi bol diya hain ki aaj ka rasoi ka saab kaam thik se kar le. Chalega na baba.
K: Kaka, koi baat nahi, aap jayiye aur choti ka teeka karwa dijiye, Raju sambhal lega.
R: Shukriya baba

Ramesh kaka left for hospital and here I was, standing in my vest suit, with my heart rate earphones on and black coffee in my hands. My heart rate earphones have become my heartbeat, they allow me to forget the world and only listen to my heartbeats when I want, my heart only beats for her and when I listen to them, it reminds me of her, reminds me that I promised to not give up, for her. And when life is bitter then my coffee should also be bitter right. I walked down the stairs drinking my coffee and having a conversation with my PA, Tina, to send me the location of my important meeting. It was in some garden cafe, looks like the businesswoman is a happy person and loves brightness in her life. Well, those who have brightness should feel blessed, as not everyone has that same brightness, some have darkness that makes their whole life dark. Putting my thoughts aside, I told Raju that he can leave early.

K: Raju tum jaldi chale jana aaj
R: But sirji, voh trip se waapis aa rahi hain toh, unhe pick up bhi karna hain, aur aaj ka aap dono ka khana.
K: Baby ko main pickup kar lunga, aur hum dono bahar dinner kar lenge.

I told my driver, Mukesh, the location and sat at the back with my heart rate earphones on and eyes closed, only opening my eyes when I felt the car not moving, just in case we arrive at the destination and I don't hear Mukesh's voice.

Whenever I close my eyes, the only face that comes is hers, all I have in my life is her, my existence is for and because of her, she was, is and will be my everything. My every heartbeat is for her, my every breath is for her, or maybe it's for the hope of having her back.

The car came to a halt, which made me realise that I probably had reached my destination. I told Mukesh to go and take a break, as the meeting will go for long, and then continued to proceed towards Tina. She told me that the businesswoman, who we were doing a deal with has arrived and is waiting for us inside. As we walked inside to the open cafe area, where our meeting was planned and I heard a voice that made me stop right there. Not only me, but it felt as if time had stopped, all was on halt, except for that one voice, for the first time in 4 years, I felt peace after hearing a voice other than my heartbeats. I looked ahead to find the owner of that voice, where I saw a girl wearing simple top, black formal pants, and a long sweater. Her hair were open and flying in the air due to the wind, I saw her move them away from her face as they were disturbing her from complaining about the taste of the coffee to the waiter and the manager. Her and her coffee tantrums, oh god.

Tina went there to inform her about my presence.

T: Maam, sir is here.

She turned around flipping her hair and introduced herself, putting her hand forward.

N: Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms Naira Singhania here.

Her expressions changed as soon as she saw I was standing in front of her, for the first time I couldn't understand what those expressions meant, was it anger, guilt or sadness. Usually it took me no time to understand what she was feeling even when she tried to hide it, but today, it was different, it felt the same to be around her, but something was missing and I didn't know what. She betrayed me by her thoughts, and according to her I betrayed her, if we both sat and proved our points, we would end up with nothing but pain, the pain that we gave each other four years ago. As I said, I don't blame her, but yes I do blame fate, I won't even blame her now if she is angry at me, or still lives with the conclusion that I betrayed her. I want her to meet the same Kartik that she knew was 4 years ago, because arguing would just make it a whole lot worse, so I decided to stay bright, unlike what I would do since the past 4 years.

K: Hello Ms Naira Singhania, nice to meet you, myself Mr Kartik Goenka.

I put my hand forward and shaked hands with her, with the same smile that she loved, and maybe still loves...

POV ends

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*I'm liking this style of writing and I feel it shows the emotions a little better, I mean I'm not a writer, and I hate english subject, but still deal with the mistakes and focus on this cute little thing that I have in mind.

- tanulovekaira