I Am Always There For You

by

Rahul Dwivedi

A Tale Of Hearts That Will Race Your Heartbeat

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Title : I Am Always There For You Author : Rahul Dwivedi Text Design : Pramod Singh & Creative Team

First Print : 2013

ISBN : 978-93-82518-17-4

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This work is dedicated, with my deepest respect, to my Guru (Baba ji) and to my Parents - Mrs. & Mr. Ram

Swarup Dwivedi

1. Impulse 09

2. Four out of Five 21

3. Up’s and Down’s 29

4. Fest Night 49

5. Adored Tenant 61

6. Playing Life 70

7. Strange but true 90

8. Air of Love 99

9. A memorable Date 114

10. Beautiful Mistake 123

11. What was that? 132

12. Slaps in Gloom 154

13. Knock of Breath 167

14. New Definition 179

15. Magical Rain 192

16. Life to Life 211

Contents

This book is completely fictional, but it was my biggest dream. ‘Thank you’ is not a big enough word for those who helped and encouraged me during this journey, but still I would like to express my sincere gratitude to them, and in particular to:

Mr. Ram Swarup Dwivedi, my father, for being a friend during this journey and helping me with the editing part.

Mrs. Munni Dwivedi, my mother, whose prayers and encouragements helped me take the most important decision of my life.

Mr. Deepak Dwivedi, my elder brother, and Mrs. Deepa Tripathi, my elder sister, for giving me their honest comments after reading the manuscript.

Mr. Sandeep Tiwari- my mentor, my friend and big bro, for his unwavering confidence in my strengths throughout.

Poonam Nigam, Arun Shukla, Sonam Bajpai, Vaibhaw Dixit, Rishabh Sharma, Apoorv, Siddharth, Anuj and Priya, my lovely friends, for always keeping my spirits up.

And at last, the entire team of Indra Publishing House for appreciating my work and guiding me during the entire publication process.

Acknowledgements

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Impulse

I t had been three months since our B. Tech final semester started.

I got up in the morning at around 8.30 am to get ready for college, but my backache made this simple task a little difficult. It was still tough for me to get up and do my daily chores, especially those for which I had to bend, like tying my shoe laces. The past three days were wasted doing nothing at home and I was missing my group of FIVE.

Actually, three days back Golu, Rachit and I had been riding our beloved Pulsar 180 on Grand Trunck Road (GT Road) at around a speed of 75kph, obviously against traffic rules. And from out of nowhere appeared that whistling bastard in white uniform, with his “danda” in hand, and hit the gentleman sitting last on the bike on the back. That last gentleman is the one who will be talking to you throughout this book, Kabir Upadhyay. And fortunately or unfortunately, that is me.

Well, inspite of the acute injury, my back felt better now. Being a day scholar I had the luxury of having mom look after me in such situations. Yes, I was living with my Mom and Dad in Kanpur. My elder brother, Ketan dada was working as a Chartered Accountant with some firm in Delhi and my elder sister Deepali Di had married some years back and got settled in Kolkata with her family.

Impulse

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I came out, looked at my beloved, parked in the porch under the green shade outside my house. And once again I fell in love with it. I couldn’t stop myself, and in the fight between my heart and my brain, once again my heart won. I thought for a second, and then sneaked inside to search for the keys on the fridge’s roof, looked around to ensure no one was around to catch me, came out, and slipped on the helmet. I settled myself on the bike,pushed the ignition, the engine roared perfectly into life… and left for college.

My College was around 10kms away from my home and it was a well-known one in the city. It was a private institution affiliated through the state technical board. Our college at that time didn’t have any boundary wall. A 50 meter right turn from G.T.road led to our college. I normally used to go to the lecture halls, which were in B-block of college, after taking Golu and Rachit, who were roommates, from the hostel. As a routine, when I entered the college campus, my bike moved towards Boys hostel instead of our department. On the first floor I knocked on the door of room No.116. A fragrance was coming from the room and the excessive use of air freshener told me all about last night’s boozing.

“You Boozers! I broke my ass because of you losers, and you spent the entire night partying!” I shouted, kicking the door hard with my right foot.

“Don’t take out your frustration on this door dude. Thank God that your tiny waist is alright and you are able to roam around, otherwise you might have had some more sleepless nights!” screamed Golu from inside and opened the door.

The guy who opened the door and, who now, stood in front of me was wheatish with a bulky body, 5 foot 7 inches in height and waist 40 inches. Two things were visibly round in his body, first his face and second his tummy. I looked at him. Actually I

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scanned him from head to toe; there was something different that day. He was wearing a white shirt and grey trouser, had shaved his face, and was wearing his black leather shoes. His real name was Ashutosh Singh, but for us he was Golu. Richa and he had got placed last month in an off campus drive.

“Oh ho! You look like a typical software engineer. If any HR gets his hands on you, you will be raped today. Trust me.” I said, falling on his bed, “What’s up by the way? Anything special?” I inquired, checking my mobile call logs.

“Nothing. Dad is coming to Kanpur for the whole day to meet me, so just going to the station to receive him,” explained Golu while he brushed his hair.

“Ahh…thank God, I don’t expect you going on a DATE,” I mumbled, “And where is Rachit?”

“Yes…don’t worry; I won’t give you such a surprise. I think he is in the cafeteria. Prerna had called him there,”

“Ok,” I said.

“How’s your back?” Golu asked, finally ready to leave.

“Much better. The doctor has advised me to avoid strain on waist,” I replied, coming out of the room with him.

“Oh! That means you won’t be masturbating for some days. Good for your health,” he chuckled and locked his room.

“Yes. I won’t because I will be fucking you all this while,” I said, smacking Golu on his back.

I came back towards the cafeteria after dropping Golu at the bus stand, outside the campus.

We were all Computer Science students and Golu was the most studious amongst us. I mean, he was the one who actually attended classes, listened to the boring lectures and made notes

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too. He had lost his mother when he was just a child. His father and a younger brother were all the family that he had. They lived in Lucknow-“The Nawabon ka Shaher” and State Capital, some 80 kms from our city. He was not a man of words, he used to talk less and observe more; may be living amongst men turns you into an introvert. We can’t learn “expression” in true sense in the absence of women in our lives, and Golu was a living example of that. The one thing that really impressed me about Golu, in the four years of our friendship, was not high scores or percentages, but his loyalty towards one brand of whisky, RC a.k.a Royal Challenge. And he never took less than 4-5 pegs at a time.

I went inside the cafeteria and spotted Rachit sitting alone, reading a folded page of newspaper. “Hi Boss, how are you?” Rachit greeted, while raising his right hand to me as I reached to his table.

“Yah! Now feeling better,” I responded putting my college bag on the empty chair next to Rachit and settled down.

“You went to the Doctor yesterday?” Rachit asked.

“Hmm,” I nodded and started turning the pages of the newspaper.

“What did he say? I mean did he say anything about any precaution?” Rachit asked, stretching himself out remarkably like a cat.

I didn’t feel like responding to his questions since Golu had already voiced his opinion, still I replied, just to end the discussion concerning my back and hips and said carelessly, “Umm… nothing important, just to take care and to avoid running and all...”

“Oh…so it means we will have to avoid raping you for the sake of your waist,” said Rachit and with that he finally reached below the belt, which was his moral obligation.

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“No. No. My dickhole, I permit, you can try,” I said, turning down to look at the morning paper.

Rachit pouted.

Rachit was a good looking guy, fair, handsome, 5.9” with an average built. And most importantly he posed like Hrithik Roshan in his local Ray ban Sunglasses. One could always find a print of waggishness on his face; he was naturally mischievous. He belonged to Varanasi and was the only son of his parents. He loved to fantasize about girls, especially when he was with us, and at times he talked like a researcher who has done PhD on the female species.

“Where is Prerna?” I asked, without breaking the flow intentionally.

“She just went to the B-block. She was looking very excited today, and asked me to wait,” Rachit said, “Tea?”

“Yep.”

“Goldy Bhai!! Two teas,” Rachit called out to Goldy, our cafeteria in charge.

“Is Prerna alright? How did she come so early?” I said, turning a page of the paper.

“Look, Speak of the Devil and she doth appear! Now she will reply to all your questions,” Rachit said, pointing his eyes towards Prerna.

“Goldy Bhai!! One more,” I added.

Prerna was a pretty girl with very familiar facial features. You meet her first time, but you won’t feel as if it was your first meeting. She was a little over 5 feet with a fair complexion. We usually found her in jeans and T-shirt, which was quite contradictory to her personality, but it only added to her beauty. She had a kind of grace all over her which I didn’t find in most

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of the girls of our generation. Sometimes I felt that she was the only one of her kind in this whole world. Like me Prerna also belonged to Kanpur. She had been placed in Tech Mahindra at the start of our fourth year in an on-campus placement drive. Golu and Richa too had been placed some months earlier in IBM but in an off campus drive.

As usual she was in her basic attire of blue denim and white t-shirt, looking as simple as ever.

“Hi guys,” said Prerna, sitting down at our table while we looked at each other.

“Hello Miss Bhatnagar!! What’s going on?” I said, gazing at the newspaper. “Something rolling inside; some news you want to share?”

“Have patience,” she said with a smile, and then enquired “First you tell me, how you are?”

That was enough! I was not going to answer this time. My mind was searching for a better reply but I couldn’t think of one, and the monster sitting in front of me started laughing so loudly that everyone sitting there started looking at us.

“What?” said Prerna, looking confused at Rachit’s reaction.

“Nothing, the dirty bugs of his mind are working too hard,” I said.

Rachit interrupted, “The doctor has suggested him to keep both his hands on his bumps while moving and also to take care that they may not slip here and there,” and laughed harder. Prerna too broke into giggles, dropping her head into her hands.

“Rachit Kaminey chup ho jaa,” Obviously that was me.

Meanwhile, our teas arrived, which gave us time to take a break from the giggling and I told Prerna that I was fine.

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