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An Agreement

Between Two Hearts


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To

Those who never give up on their love……

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About Author

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Author Pavan Kumar Gaja, born in the year 1992 is a

resident of Hyderabad, completed his graduation in

Institute of Aeronautical Engineering. This Novel "An

Agreement between two hearts" is his debut novel,

inspired from a real life incident. You can get in touch

with him via:

Email: [email protected],

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/aarya.love2

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PavanKumar_Gaja

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Acknowledgements

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There are people who helped me at every stage of my

life. I remember each and every fight we had and each

and every moment of love we shared. I wanted to thank

every one of them.

Out of all of them some deserves a special thanks

Mr. Pavan Kumar Moram and Mr. Bhargava Nikhil who

bear me with my writings.

There will be a person in your life whose wave

length matches yours. In my life, its Mr. Nagaraju

Akkepelli (Nani), I thank you whole heartedly for

correcting at each and every stage of the novel. You

were the first person to review my novel and your inputs

added a flavour to my novel.

I am grateful and thankful for the family that God

gave me and the family I made.

Finally, I want to thank you all for picking this

book. As a new author, I may not reach all your

expectations but I‟m sure you‟ll fine at least one

paragraph from this beautiful story that will reflect a

page in your life which might be a happiest moment or a

sorrowful situation. If not yours, might be your friends‟.

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An Agreement Between Two Hearts

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A Meeting In The Railway Station

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Did I Win or Lose…?


At least one question remains unsolved in

everyone‟s life – not in his/her entire lifetime. This very

question haunted me throughout my life, from the very

day I started understanding things. Like others, I too

remained unanswered. To answer a question one should

understand the exact meaning of it. Guess, I had never

understood the dead on meaning of the words “Win” and

“Lose”, though it was very important for me to find the

answer as I considered it as the unit of measure of my

life.

At times, there comes a situation when you have to

face it, rather than escaping. Now, it was my turn. If I

give up now, my question is going to remain unanswered

and unattended.



These are the only words ringing in my ears – What

have I been all these years? Who am I today? All these

questions began to pop up in my mind, one after the

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other, which I couldn‟t answer all these years. My mind

was not less than a question paper which I never tried to

attempt.

All of a sudden, I felt as if the time is being slowed

down. This feeling wasn‟t new to me, because I always

used to feel the slowing down of time from minutes to

hours in Organic Chemistry lecture. But this time,

seconds turned into hours. And in a single second, I was

able to recall most of my memories.

The memories of some precious moments, some

which I never wanted to forget, some which I never

wanted to remember, some which made me smile, some

which brought tears in my eyes and some from which I

wanted to run away forever –all of them were flowing

just like water in a river.

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It was March 2007, the thirteenth to be exact. How

could I forget a date which is so special to me? I was

fifteen, appearing for my first year intermediate exams.

My college mate Ram and I reached the

examination centre two hours before the exam has

started. Like everyone else, we were more into eyeing

each and every girl entering the exam centre rather than

preparing for our exams.

Vivekananda Junior College boys‟ hostel was my

second destination after my home. Since it was a boys‟

hostel, we weren‟t exposed much to girls; this was the

only time of the year when we had opportunity to come

in contact with them.

It is one of the common acts of boys to judge and

rate the girls who pass by. Even Ram and I, exercised

the same antiquated technique on that day while standing

at the entrance of the exam centre. I was dumbstruck

looking at a girl, wearing a white chudidhar. I couldn‟t

resist myself staring at her. A beauty, that too in a white



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dress is a deadly combination. If you ask me why boys

get easily attracted to „girls in white‟, then neither me

nor anyone on this planet could answer it. I had never

seen such a beauty in my life before. I was completely

lost by seeing the girl-in-white. As the bell rang,

everyone rushed to their respective classrooms to give

their exam. And the girl-in-white disappeared

somewhere amidst the sea of students.

There was still twenty minutes for the exam to start.

I couldn‟t redirect my thoughts from her. The next

moment I started to search for her in the corridor,

running through, and scrutinising every classroom just to

spot her seat. Anyone who might have been in my place

would have done the same.

There rung the final bell, indicating the last five

minutes for the exam to start. With my head hung low, I

moved back towards my classroom. I entered the room,

took my seat, and the invigilator handed me the exam

paper. For the first time after entering the classroom, I

raised my head and saw the girl in white chudidhar

sitting in the front row diagonal to me. I was

dumbstruck.

Such a fool! A big fool! I am…

How have I not noticed the girl in the same

classroom from the past three days? I took time to go

through the attendance sheet when it made its way to

me. As per the seating arrangement, I came to know that

her name was “Arshiya”.

I took an oath not to look at her until I finish my

paper, but it barely took me forty-five minutes to finish,

after which my eyes were fixated on her.

When I was busy in beholding with my fantasy, the

invigilator walked over to me, breaking me out of my

daze. “If you‟re done with your exam,” she said, “you

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“I wish to check my paper once again before I

submit.” I reciprocated at once looking back in my paper

for a moment. As the invigilator moved away, surveying

the rest of the classroom, my eyes automatically got

fixated on Arshiya again.

This became my routine until the last exam.

This is the last day, I told myself. If you don‟t talk

to her now, you will never get the chance again. You

have to tell her how you feel about her.

I dressed neatly, which suited me the best, entered

the exam hall and started waiting for her. She walked in,

and the exam begun soon. Just like all other days, I

completed my paper early and started waiting until she

finished, and stood up at once when she was about to

submit her paper. I followed her out. When both of us

were outside the room, gathering all the courage, I

stretched my hand gesturing her to stop, but she couldn‟t

figure out my gesture as she was standing there facing

the other side, so I decided to call her.

“Arshiya!”

She turned, a bit confused and a bit surprised that I

knew her name. The look on her face at once narrated

me what she was about to ask but I didn‟t give her a

chance to speak.

“You disturbed me a lot.” These were the last

words; I spoke with her.

***

After a period of two years, I joined B. Tech. in

JBIT college. Suddenly, I felt that I am grown-up; Then

onwards, I could make my own decisions – no more

rules, no more terms and conditions. A new energy

gushed through my veins. After leaving my intermediate

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I was excited about college – the ragging, bunking

classes, chatting with friends in the canteen, and about

everything that my new life was going to be in the

coming years.

In a few months‟ time, the seniors entered our class

to make an announcement. And there she was, standing

amidst the group – a moon among stars. Senior? My

heart sighed. She was the definition of beauty, an

example of wonder! Even though our seniors had visited

the class several times in the pretence of ragging, I never

saw her. This was her first visit in our class. They were

saying something, but nothing reached my ears; my eyes

were transfixed on her. Later, I learned that the

announcement was about a fresher‟s party that was being

held that weekend.

Luck was in my favour; we were instructed to give

red roses to the seniors and also to our classmates. The

rule also privileged me as a boy had to give a rose to a

girl and vice versa. My turn came; everybody had their

eyes on me. I was confident, yet nervous. I didn‟t even

know her name.

I simply pulled my index finger out with my arm

stretched directly at her direction.

“You.”

“Me?” She said, putting her finger amidst her

collarbone.

“Yes, you!”

She moved out of the crowd and stood parallel to

me.

I exclaimed, “If I am to give this rose to you, first I

would like to know your name, Miss!”

“I am Sandhya”, she had a blank look on her pretty

face which tried to smile. That was the last time, I saw

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There won‟t be a boy who never liked his school

teacher, a girl at the next door, a girl in the exam centre,

a senior who is in the same college – this is really a

never ending list, until and unless he finds his true love.

At last, even I found one.

***

Beep beep! My phone chirped indicating a new

message. I always kept it beside me on my bed while

sleeping. Last night, we had a late-night party as it was

my friend‟s birthday. I reached out to grab the phone,

patting the bed without opening my eyes until I found it.

My eyes burned as I tried to open it. I could hardly

manage to keep them opened. The message was from

her. I could barely read her name as my vision was

blurry. I rubbed my eyes and opened it.

“I‟m leaving now and I will reach Secunderabad

station in an hour. I‟m going home. The train is at 6:50

AM.”

I took a deep breath and checked the time. It was

five. It would take me an hour and a half to reach the

station; but for me, every first chance to see her was the

last, and every last chance was the first, so I got ready in

five minutes.

In no time, I was at the bus stop. The rule of thumb

for buses is – they‟ll never come on time whenever you

are dying to catch one. But a miracle had occurred that

morning. As soon as I reached, the bus stopped right in

front of me.

“Which train are you getting into?” After I got on

the bus, I messaged her within a minute. She replied,

“Bhagyanagar Express.”

I continuously messaged her, asking where she was

exactly, but I didn‟t tell her that I was coming. When the

bus arrived at the station, I got off from the running bus

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morning, there was no queue at the platform-ticket

counter, so I got a platform ticket without much

difficulty.

It was 6:30 AM. I had only twenty minutes left to

meet her. If I would have to let her know that I was at

the station, she would find some reason to convince me

to go back without seeing her. So, I began searching for

her without telling her about my whereabouts. Platform

1 was empty, So I directly went to the second, then third

and then fourth, until I reached Platform 10, without

having caught a glimpse of her. Disappointed, I sat down

on a bench, wondering if I‟d arrived before she did,

when I received a message from her.

“Having coffee.”

She adored coffee. “Where are you? Did you reach

the station?”

“Yeah, I just got here.”

I caught sight of a coolie there and asked him on

which platform the Bhagyanagar Express would arrive.

I cursed myself that why did my mind not ping me

about it before. I would have met her earlier if I would

have asked someone about the train details.

He gave me a strange look, “It‟s at three thirty in

the afternoon on Platform 2.”

He stole a glance of a confused man in me and left.

I was shocked. Did she lied to me? No, there was

no need for her to lie to me. As questions ran through

my mind, my phone beeped again.

“Finished my coffee.”

I replied, “You said Bhagyanagar Express, right? I

think that train is at around three in the afternoon” I

nervously waited for her reply.

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I looked up at the digital board where the departures

were scrolling to see that the Telangana Express was

going to arrive at Platform 1. I was still at the other end

of the station, so I forced my feet to rush.

I wish I had wings.

It was 6:40 AM. Ten more minutes. I ran down

from the bridge, which was a direct passage for Platform

1 from Platform 10, and found myself exactly in the

middle of the first platform. I wasn‟t sure whether to opt

for left or onto right, but I couldn‟t waste time thinking

about it, so I took a deep breath and headed to my right.

This isn’t the first time I’ve come to the station to

see her. These words ran through my mind. At no cost

did I want to miss my opportunity again. I kept running

until I had no more energy to take even a single step

further. I didn‟t want to waste even a second though I

was out of breath. Finally, I stopped for a moment to

catch a breath.

Where are you? Where are you? My eyes have been

searching for her everywhere.

While my eyes were searching, a sweet voice from

behind drew my attention. That voice, I could never

forget, the sweetest I‟d ever heard. Despite all of the

hustle-bustle around, it rang out clearly into my ears.

Amidst thousands of other voices, I would always be

able to differentiate hers; it was that familiar and special

to me. I knew it was her, I am sure about it. I could no

longer wait to see her. I slowly turned around. There

stood the world‟s most beautiful girl, with long thick,

dark, wavy hair hanging down to her hips, with wide

eyes. Her slightly arched eyebrows were reflecting her

emotions. Her smooth soft golden colour skin was

reflecting the sun light. A glowing smile lit up my face. I

grabbed my phone out of my denim pocket and typed a

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Her phone rang just after I hit the button – send.

She held it in her right hand and read my message.

“Turn around.”

“Please don‟t say that…,” was her response.

She felt my presence, and the same glow and the

same smile which I had on my face lit hers up as well.

She turned back slowly. Our eyes met for the first time,

and I didn‟t say a single word; our eyes spoke the untold

words.

I looked at her. “You don‟t know how long I‟ve

waited for this moment. Just to see you; just to hear

you.” I said.

“I‟ve waited for this, too. I thought I‟d never see

you,” she replied.

“Last time I missed you, but this time I got here on

time.”

“I remember. I‟m happy to see you,” she replied.

Then, I went a little further saying, “See, I came in

the outfit you like, that you think suits me the best. Blue

jeans paired up with a sky-blue shirt.”

“Isn‟t it like I said it suits you the best?” I could see

pride in her eyes that she knew me better than myself.

She smiled and continued, “I can‟t believe you

remembered.”

“How could I forget?” I said.

Our eyes were locked in silent conversation though

we spoke not a single word to each other. There were so

many things I wanted to say, but my lips refused to

cooperate, and her condition was also the same. Our lips

became so heavy that neither of us found ourselves

capable of moving them at all, but still, we continued to

speak through our eyes.

I could recall a physics lecture about object

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same frequency; they are completely in tune with each

other, with no need for words to understand each other

completely. For the first time ever, I felt like, I could

truly understand that concept.

We stepped forward without losing the sight of each

other. For that moment, she was the only girl who was

perfect for me, with a perfect round face and attractive

eyes that could draw the attention of whosoever passed

her silhouette. I loved her eyes the most. A dimple took

birth on her left cheek, just the left, every time she

smiled. I would have done anything and everything just

to see her smile, it was an addiction for me. In that

moment, the clocks of my world had stopped

functioning, and I felt like we were the only ones

standing upright at the station, and the earth stood still

for us. Everything had turned blur except the two of us.

It reminded me of a film scene.

The general opinion on Indian trains is that they are

never on time, but for the first time ever, hers was on

schedule. I cursed the train for its perfect timing. I

recalled my bus arriving exactly on time early that

morning as well. I was feeling ecstatic that somehow I

got to see her, though for a short period of time.

Her brother and his girlfriend appeared behind her,

moving towards the train that had just arrived on the

platform. Her brother didn‟t notice me, being in a hurry

to get on the train and to occupy a seat, but his girlfriend

didn‟t miss my sight. She motioned towards me, asking

who I was.

Like every other girl, she lied saying I was her

friend‟s brother, whom she‟d met unexpectedly at the

station.

She looked back at me. “You didn‟t say, you were

coming.” These were the first words, which were said

for me, and they ran through me making me shiver. I



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