Do You Love Me? Please Lie and Say Yes..!: A Tale from a Teenager's Heart

By Ankita Chakrawarty

My teenage Kobe story outshines love in India, irrespective and unbound of the age of maturity. It neglects the words of the world which says relationship suits at a certain age and the age isn't 'teenage'; It upholds the fidelity and loyalty a teenager CAN have at this age as ended all the crushes ain't temporary. Comprehending the fact that this teenager are appreciated to love, they can cross all the boundaries of affection and faith just to have her heart keep puddling with love; my story is simple true loved tale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Aug 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781482811100

Ankita Chakrawarty

Ankita Chakrawarty, a young author has just stepped into the world of words with a teenage love story. She is completing her going school studies now. With a keen interest in teenage love and friendship, besides writing, she enjoys reading as well. "DO YOU LOVE ME? PLEASE LIE AND SAY YES..!" is her debut novel.

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Acknowledgement

I would heartily like to thank MY PARENTS for the enormous love and support they gave me in the completion of this ream.

My SISTER and FRIENDS for playing the major parts in my life and also being the chief encouraging people, who had made this possible with feat.

My TEACHERS who had given me so much of love and never led me feel homesickness while living in boarding.

My WARDEN MAM, who had been caring us just like a mother does.

My publisher, PARTRIDGE COMPANY and of course my publishing consultant MISS. DIA MARCADO for making my first ever novel be published.

My CLASSMATES for always pocking me with a you-won’t-be-able-to attitude. They were the ones who had encouraged me with uncooperative words. See, I have done this!

My GOD who had helped me to cross every hurdle that came in between me and my goals.

Lastly I would like, in fact love to give lots of thanks to my dear READERS for spending their patience and time in this novel I tended to make the best.

Thanks so much to you all. You made it possible, made up my fate.

I’m lost in the past

T he last examination, the thing which stays fresh throughout the session. The hooting when the last bell goes, the flying up of papers, those runs in the corridors, that noise, those smiles, those hands waving, those hugs saying goodbye, and above all, those tears of getting away.

Amity, in my age means to say bye, crying, even when you’ll meet up again in some couple of weeks and talk for hours on phones. It means for those special cares that’s showered on dearly best friends. It means piling up our life upon them as if nothing was more after. Before we people get exams tension and start collecting the notes, we fears to lose hold on the treads of contact with our chums. And it’s more even more in the last day, the last exam.

Canteen was the place where we had most of our treats. It’s our fave gala place. We 8thies used to be collected there after every day of school to enjoy and after every exam to pour out how badly we gave it. That day, given the last exam of 8th grade, when everybody was busy with their pals, I stood quite at one corner there with just one friend in mind, Arush, one amongst my pals.

What if he also plans to leave the school and goes without seeing me today? He was so much of a nice friend to me that no way wanted to get away from him. I had other male friends too, but he… there was something different in him, something that had always made him closer to me. I saw him entering there with his friends and as he did, he noticed my angry eyes glued on him. Then came towards me, his hand holding his ears; after all he knew whom I was waiting there for.

He was going to be in same school for the next year, he told me. I got packed with delight. My happiness couldn’t help being out by a smile. Couldn’t help.

Why so glad? he said raising his left eyebrow with a grin. More went my smile.

Umm… nothing dear! Just happy as a friend gonna be here for me. I didn’t know myself even whether what I said was true. I doubted sometimes of what was there in between us. I never felt like love though. A strong bond of friendship, I guess.

I know you well, more than you do. You can’t put anything out my sense. He said coming closer. His flirts for a while used to mess my mind more than it ought to. I never got if he really meant those words or it was just a way he flirt with girls.

Now come or else there would be a flood of tears from the girls’ side. He laughed. He, always enjoying teasing me over gals-cry-a-lot issue, said that I was amongst the same… the things I hated damn lot of his. I was never such girl, raining tears on every possible thing. I pushed him a bit backward playfully and went to my friends back.

A friend of mine was leaving the school. Her dad was having a transfer. It was for her, the last day. All people crying on her farewell. Wasn’t such close to her, but she was quite near to my best friend’s heart: Mishaa. Would surely have missed her company, I knew. We helped them to stop crying. In actual terms, I too cried… a bit. The sight of them crying forced me shed my tears. I didn’t want them to cry.

The reason why we cry in the last meet is not that we are all feared of being alone. For some, it’s just that they can’t beer the person in front crying.

Arush signed me to come as he walked out of the group. I followed his steps. He stopped and then turned to face me. I looked up at him wondering why he had taken me there. We had reached up till the corridor’s end. No one around. He cupped his hand over my cheeks with his fingers softly, drying my eyes.

Silly… why are you crying this way? Everybody will be with you for ever. You don’t look good with tears. How will you comfort your pals with tears in your own eyes huh? He said comforting me like a kid.

And by that way, I’m here with you. Why should you cry then! he laughed.

That’s why I’m crying you idiot! I smiled. For an instance, I felt something for him, there, in my heart. That felt really… good. A honey emotion was flowing in my veins. I was feeling loved. His smile waned as he noted my face getting serious.

I think I better go. I didn’t want such crap in my life. I was a girl who could advise others the best in their love life yet was willing to remain single. I had never allowed my heart to go for someone anyhow. I wanted a life without a problem and tension called fella. Though I had been helping many in their love life, I never created mine. For my friends, I was the Love-Guru; but for me, I was somebody who had no idea of it. I chose to walk off near him before getting more fiddles in my heart.

Arush and I had one thing in common. We never gave a look upon love. We always thought it to be the worst thing. We’d seen many of our friends crying coz of it. We never knew how love in actual was, nor did we had have any wish to. Other things were more important certainly!

I turned back to see him. He hadn’t moved a bit. He stood there in the same guise as before. His eye fixed on the floor. Firstly looked for a long at me, then after a few seconds, he started walking. He passed by my side and our hands brushed each other. With it, my eyelids refused to stay opened for the coming instance. I froze. He too stopped; his hand still near to mine. He turned his face again to see me, but for some reason, didn’t. He kept looking down on our feet for next.

Sometimes it’s really required to speak your heart Kavya. Do it. Always. For me… I’ll ever understand.

He went. I closed my eyes again. My hand moved to feel my heart.

Is it love? Am ‘I’ in love? My heart was innocent, unaware of the game fiddling inside him.

"Of course it’s not. Love… no it can’t.’ I said giving a small slap to my mind.

People think only insane talks to themselves, but I think everybody does that when insane things happen with them.

We all completed our SA2 and got back home. Going home felt so good and that even after annual terms, when there’s nothing to study, no vacation homework. I was happiest amongst all the hostellers. I had a big reason behind. I was going to meet my sister Anya.

I and Anya were going to meet after about four months or so and thus were extremely excited. I had so much to make her know, my friends, school, everyone, and everything. We got no enough time to get updated with the happenings of each other’s lives. I was in Bilaspur and she, Pune, so far. When I would get free of my School works, she had her coaching. We two just waited for summer vacations to meet. To talk well.

She was much like me, yet more beautiful, a lot… Curly dark brown hairs, slim body, nice height, enough to attract many boys in and around her institute. She’s quite understanding and caring as well. We had almost every secret of each other within, so safe and unrevealed.

She stayed for one week or two, but then had to leave for her coaching classes. Home, alone, without her, wasn’t such fun. The only related thing was facebook.

Facebook is to be connected with whom we know, not with strangers. A single chat never gives you surety of that chap being good.

I and Arush got quite fond of FB. We conversed with our pals most of the time. Our most liked thing in our everyday’s schedule became our chats. Good friends never leave you alone, you see. We talked every afternoon, every evening and every night till we had wished each other a final ‘good night’ and off our lights to sleep.

The vacations used to be normal. Movies, Pizzas, Out dinner, Anya, parties, Facebook, over. But I didn’t know this one would transform my life.

Now starts the actual story,

But before I go further, I want to ensure something about you, just one question.

Do you think love in middle school happens?

If you think that’s a yes, then you are really going to enjoy it by heart. I guess. And if not, you’ll feel the sweet pain and bitter pleasure of love in this ream.

Here we go… .

My mind is messed with some thoughts

I was in my room, as routinely involved in Facebook. Not a single friend was online till then with whom I could chat with. Bored, I sat hoping to get someone to chat with. Only if honest I be, I was wishing Arush to be online. I had, maybe, begun to create corners in my heart for him. Don’t know if it was a crush or what people said as love but, though unwilled to accept, I knew all those times we had spent together, all those teasing our friends used to do, his flirts, it was all getting me attracted. And that very minute as well, he had covered my mind.

I still remember the date and time. My inbox’s texts are still fresh in my memory. I won’t be able to forget it till I die, I suppose. It feels as alive as it was then when I think about it and the thought… shivers me.

I drag my mouse pointer towards the chat box. It showed Arush online. Smile spread in my face. It had been a long time since we talked. He wasn’t coming on from last week.

Well… At least somebody came! I was getting so bore. I gave him a text.

Then we had a nice chat, enough to refresh me out. Talking to him made me jolly. No doubt, you won’t have come across any such person. Just a text of him would make my worst day end good. Don’t know what was his magic on me! But was a magic, indeed.

Dad came in informing me about the arrival of guests. Some of my relatives were going to come for a meet. I had to hurry with the chats and get ready to meet my two small cousins. I hadn’t met them before and then, in those times, I used to like meeting n talking with unknowns, be it anyone. Things and situations change so fast. Now I don’t even talk greatly with those whom I know.

"Got2go,

Time to say bye!! . . ."

I’ve sumthing 2 tell… actually 2 ask. Can that wait? It had been just two seconds or three after that, when I got his reply. Several questions were getting raised in my mind as every second passed. I wondered if I had done some or other thing wrong. I didn’t, as I could search in my memory. Then what was his something about?

Someone asking you to answer for the question they ask, the question, most probably, your mind wonder is what you had done wrong relating the individual.

Yeah… Say? Still thinking what that could be. Not having any idea, in real.

He replied and as he did that, I became restless; I didn’t feel something for a while. Had he got insane? What went wrong with him? A thunder went through me.

I want to ask you… Do you like me? said his text.

When I got my senses, I confirmed the text again, and then did if it was him only or I had mistakenly read of somebody else’s. It wasn’t as though I had never received proposals before. I had… but that thing from ‘Arush’, so suddenly at that instance was quite a bit astonishing.

I never expected him for this. I… We were good friends, just good friends, weren’t we? Had he taken my friendship as what he shouldn’t have? He wasn’t more than that for me. Or may be he was. I myself was confused for what I must say or do or what I must not.

Before I even could, dad came in and in hurry, I signed out. I did want to tell him that for me, he wasn’t that friend. He’s a friend I was close to. I just enjoyed his company, but that’s not love.

Love is not this.

Love doesn’t happen such way. Love was above that, beyond everything. Love was… it was across almost all! The definition I could then give for it was not even perfect or even a place near to it. I hadn’t been in love before, but all I believed it to be the most beautiful emotion ever made by heavens. I just simply meant it.

I left my laptop there and went out to the gathering. I found my cousins