CFL - Chapter One - The broken heart

The Broken Heart

Breathing heavily, I found myself standing in the middle of a pool of PCs, and drawing attention. I recollected myself. I had to go to Manesar and now. I decided to let my roommate know and leave....."Oh Ffff.." My phone was gone too.
" Aaj kis ki shakal dekh ke jaaga thaa yaar..."
I had to leave anyhow. I searched my wallet. Two hundred and thirty Rupees and a center fresh wrapper, to be precise. How the hell did the wrapper get in here...
I left for Manesar in a Haryana Roadways bus. My head was pounding, the same way it does , everytime I'm tense, I'm worried. I was half dead, worried for her, at the same time bewildered about her presence at a place, she had no business in.

The bus was surprisingly vacant. It felt as if the whole universe wanted everyone to give me some time alone..... I was staring out of the window as the night was mounting its mystic shades on the infinite skies. It did not take long for me to fall asleep.

Her memories were running in circles in my head. I could still remember, the first time I saw her. That time was the worst of my times, when she came in my life, to change everything....

To be continued....

The CFL- prologue

Disclaimer: The incidents and persons in this story are a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is a pure coincidence. Come on people, this is a story, use your head.

The CFL

Prologue

5:30 PM - College internet surfing center

"Oh shit !!!! Kahaan reh gayi yaar" similar sounds were surrounding in my head.

Did she leave ? "Extra samose lene ko kissne kaha thaa, ab ho gaya na late !!" I was scolding myself.

My head was swiveling like some toy, desperately trying to have a glimpse of her. I was looking for her everywhere. She couldn't make it today.

The only reason I came today was her. I had to say it all to her, I could not keep it to myself. Not anymore.

Amidst 120 Hewlett Packard desktops and 120 nerdy students typing mindlessly on Orkut and Facebook, stood I, with a bewildered state of mind.

7:00 PM

It was 7 now and the center was about to shut down. She still wasn't here.

I was in a fury. She said she'd meet me up. Its so cool for girls to trash their reservations, but if I had done the same, she'd not talk to me for a month.

I had started to think of dialogs I'd fire at her when I'd call her. In an absent minded state, I turned the monitor on, just to check my mailbox. Something that looked like a news article appeared on the web browser that was already open.

I started typing Gmail on the address bar, when suddenly, fear ran down my spine. I got the shock of my life, as I saw Tejal lying unconscious, in a photograph of the same article with the title - "Derailment at Manesar"

She was supposed to meet me here, in my college surfing center in Delhi, what the hell was she doing in Manesar ????

She lied there unconscious, with her white skin bathed in blood. The same white skin that earned her the campus-name "the CFL".

to be continued.....