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The Best

Ending of a

Cute Love Story

Umesh Kumar Routray

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Dedicated to all the readers who

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Author’s Note

First of all, don‟t think that I am a writer; just an

ordinary guy who loves to give shapes to his thoughts in

any possible way.

I remember my friends kept on asking me, when this

book is being released! So I didn‟t want to make them

wait for long. By the time, I completed the first draft of

the book, some of them gave me the energy to take it to

the next level. I don‟t want to mention any name here,

just because in case I fail to include any one of those

names, then I will be the first one to feel very bad about

it. So a special thanks to all of them.

A biggest hug to my Maa, Baa, Bada baa, Didi,

Bhai and other family members for whom I am always

the best in each activity I do.

It was not easy for me to write something in the

language which always scares me like a nightmare, so I

am grateful to those who gave me the inspiration that

anyone can write and language shouldn‟t be a barrier to

tell your feelings to the world.

I didn‟t know that whatever I was writing in the

notepad of my mobile and last some pages of my

notebooks would one day collectively compile as a

book. So at last, thank God and Educreation, what I

didn‟t even think of, you showed me the path to do that.

A small request to all the readers out there, kindly

try to forgive me, if you find any mistake in this book.

Love you all…


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About Author

Umesh Kumar Routray is an Indian

author born on 8th June, 1993 in Odisha,

India. Currently, he is working as a

design engineer in Renault-Nissan,

Chennai after completing his

mechanical engineering from SRM

University. Apart from writing, he takes

career counseling classes in various schools and

colleges. He has been there in different fitness-related

program and soon going to be a part of fitness modeling.

He also has a keen interest in dancing and athletics.

„The best ending of a cute love story‟ is his debut

novel which portrayed a childhood sweetheart in a very

cute way.


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Prologue

At Chennai Central railway station

“Uttkarsh, by the way, you wished for only one

meeting with her and that‟s over now and why do you

need to get forgiveness for the mistake you didn‟t do?”

One of my friends asked me.

“I don‟t know yaar, what I am doing!! But I think

this is the only way I have,” I replied.

We were talking like this, when my train arrived

and I left for my hometown, Paradip; I love it because

long before this was the place where my heart got its

first love story and probably the last as well. I promised

myself not to come back to Chennai in between the

holidays for whatever the situation might be. During a

morning, when I was sleeping, Sonali called me,

“Hello, Uttkarsh, Come to our school gate within

five minutes, I have an important work for you.”

“Yes but…” Before I could say something, the line

was already disconnected. Leaving the bed, I brushed

my teeth. Splashing some water on face, I left. I couldn‟t

see properly. Reaching there, I flashed some more water

in my eyes from a nearby tap. From a distance, I could

see someone was there on the back seat of her Scooty.

And when the image became clear, there was the girl

who always makes my heart skip a bit.

That was not the part of my plan, but sometimes

Sonali does something extra ordinary.


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Contents

Sr No. Contents Page

i. A world for which I

hadn’t even dreamt

of

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ii. Memories never die 16

iii. The first hurdle in

love

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iv. Destiny had decided

something

unexpected

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v. The most awaited

meeting

89

vi. The best ending of a

cute love story

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A World for Which i

Hadn’t Even Dreamt of

„If life is a book, then what we think stuck on a page

about the next one mightn‟t come as per our

expectation, but we have to turn the pages‟

the emperor who won twenty-two consecutive

battles and always prefer flesh and blood for

peace, was about to face the army of a thirteen-

year-old child king Akbar on the field which had

been striving for blood since thirty years, and that

was again my turn to remind them another defeat, what I did

in Delhi. Having the battle started, I ordered the army for

aggression and within very short span of time, I got the lead.

When I was about to win, suddenly an arrow pierced my eyes,

but it had not enough power to put my sword down and I

fought till I became unconscious. Then I was carried to the

Mughal camp. Bairam Khan suggested Akbar to behead me so

that they could earn the title of Ghazi; still I was not scared of

anyone else.

“He is already dead, if he had any strength for duel, I

would have killed him.” Having retorted this, Akbar left, but

Bairam Khan had me praying for mercy.

“I would rather prefer to be beheaded,” I yelled.

“Beta, wake up.”

“I won‟t pray for mercy,” I yelled again, but some

sudden shake on my back woke me up and I saw the blurred

image of my father right in front ordering me to get ready

soon as it was already seven in the morning. Now coming to

what was going on just few moments before is the result of my

habit of reading history. I am Uttkarsh Roy, but loved playing

the character of Hemu Vikramaditya; the Hindu king of North

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India at Panipat in the year 1556. Now it would be nice taking

you all over to May 2011 rather than to put into a bunch of

combatants and cannons. At that time, I was sleeping in a

hotel room at Chennai Central and in few minutes, I left for

RSS University to attend the counseling for engineering. It

was like giving bitter gourd to a person who likes only sweets.

I never wished to come to any metro city as I was always

happy with my small, lovely and beautiful town, Paradip

situated on the coastal area of Bay of Bengal in Odisha.

I believe mode of conveyance is an important factor

especially when you are in a new city without having any

professional help. I called an auto rickshaw and was stunned at

his fluency in speaking English. A wish rose within me to tell

my papa, “At least he'll do engineering better than me.” But it

had suppressed itself to the wish list.

Having seen the campus from a little distance, I was

thrilled at its beauty and acres of land it covered, but on the

other hand, disappointed as well, when I found smarter people

and their life style with which I wasn‟t even in the range to

compare myself. Then I went to the auditorium which was

already occupied by more than three thousand people, found

one friend who helped me to understand all the information,

and eventually I chose mechanical engineering. I had one

month to live the life to relay in my native, but fortunately for

some personal issues, I was late to join the classes by another

one month.

That day I came to Chennai alone and took

accommodation at my cousin‟s house. On the next day, after

reaching the administrative building, I deposited my

certificates and they issued me a temporary ID card in which

every detail was written. I ran to the 3rd floor, stopped at an

uneven point. Before going to the toilet at a new place, we

always check the board more than 3–4 times to confirm

whether it‟s written „gents‟ or „ladies‟. I too checked the room

no. in the same way by standing at some distance away from

the door. I could hear the liveliness of the class. I was nervous

a bit, but by accumulating all my energy, I went and stood at

the door. The general scenario happened. Ma‟am, who was

teaching, stopped in between and as usual all faces turned


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towards me. I was trying to say that I belonged to that class,

but my tongue and hard palate lost the coordination to

construct these five words, so I showed the ID card. Seeing

that, she said, “Uttkarsh Roy, new comer?”

“Yes ma‟am,” I said.

Then I was permitted inside. After being sat, she asked

me some general questions about my native, education,

parents etc, and then continued teaching PH values of the

liquid. For the very first time I was in a smart classroom, the

people around me were looking somewhat unfamiliar, sorry

they weren‟t aliens; it might be for the sudden change of my

atmospheric parameters. After the class was over, most of the

students started to move out; I was expecting one person who

would start the conversation at least in Hindi. Actually before

coming to Chennai, I never had a conversation with anyone in

English; it might be because till 12th

std., it was only a

language paper in which I had to get pass mark, nothing much.

At last one guy came and said, “Hey, I am from Bengal and I

go to Odisha very often. Where do you stay in Odisha?”

Perhaps seeing my face, he understood my problem and

switched to Hindi. I felt a little comfortable and considered

him as one of my good friends. This is the simple human

nature; when we get an unexpected help from an unknown

person especially when it‟s needed the most, we regard that as

a help from God. His name was Deva. After some time, we

started behaving as if we were friends from childhood. He had

completed his study from one of the best schools of India.

Now coming back to the class, our new physics professor was

about to come. I had a perception about the look of this

character; he would be wearing well-ironed formals, a well-

polished pair of shoes, a belt which encircled the waist as well

as the extra part of the abdomen where some shirt buttons pray

for mercy, glasses which travelled far away from eyes and

ended up its journey at the nose tip, a well-shaved face with

thick moustache, a hair style which followed a traditional

pattern and most importantly while walking, he would keep a

straight face, but his eyes would act like radars. But what I

saw was totally different; a guy of age around twenty five

came wearing jeans, T-shirts, and casual shoes. My perception



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seemed wrong that day. All stood and greeted good morning.

But without saying anything, he went and sat down on the last

bench. Some of us were shocked, but shortly after, it was

revealed that he was also a student. Then the professor came

with the same perception what I already had. After some

introductory session, he started with units and measurement

which had been one of my boring topics since twelfth and the

enthusiasm dropped more, when I found my stomach was

growling and eagerly waiting for lunch.

“Deva, did you understand anything?” I asked. In

practice, we relax after asking such questions to our friends. If

the answer is „yes‟, then our second sentence would be „Okay

just teach me later‟. If „No‟, then we think that at least

someone is there like us.

When I came back to the class after lunch at 12:50 p.m.,

all were looking a little punctual and scared as well. Deva told

me that the next class was of HOD ma‟am‟s. All started

explaining that character even ruder than Hitler which was

obvious as we all know how all HODs are! I acted a bit casual,

but deep down I was also in the same state as them. At one

o‟clock and thirty two seconds, she entered the class room,

was not looking that much rude, like the people had already

portrayed, but the first question was “Who is the new comer?”

In spite of sitting in the AC, perspiration started coming

out of my body and it seemed like I was the first member to be

decapitated. But the scenario went against my perception

again. In this way, the first day at the university came to an

end. I returned home. Like every other day, after having

dinner, while reading some Odia history books and my diary,

listening to the only song in my mobile, I fell asleep.

O One day during a math period after lunch, all the

students were lousy and some of them slept too, and I think

the professor was overgenerous. But one girl was there who

was quite attentive, making calculations in a fraction of a

second; seemed like no fewer than ten Revital tablets had been

consumed by her body. The name was Radhika. According to

the data I had around, she was a nerd who always wanted to

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would help her in the following days. Considering her the

same, I too accepted the defeat against the food in my

stomach. All of sudden, I woke up by the sound of duster

hitting the floor where the carpet was off duty. It was Deva

who did this. When the professor looked at us angrily, Deva

made me the culprit and I accepted that happily as he

indirectly fulfilled my intention of disturbing Radhika. Later

on I was let off with just a warning. After 2–3 minutes, HOD

ma‟am came inside to give some instructions. So when she

went out, it seemed all felt glad for me because if she had seen

them in the previous condition, then the scenario might have

been worse for both the students as well as the Professor.

In one of the physics classes, Radhika yelled at the girl

next to her and lodged an FIR to the professor that she was

disturbing her. In school itself children stopped behaving like

this. So as time moved on, all her other bench members left

her making the queen of that bench; obviously with no tenant.

One day while moving to the auditorium for some celebration,

I ran back to the class as I forgot my mobile in the bag. None

was there except her; resting her head on the table, she closed

her eyes, but woke up with the noise made by my foot steps

and looked at me. “Aren‟t you going?” I asked. She smiled

and said, “No”. Then I again left for the auditorium.

“She might not be like what I think. If she is a nerd, not

talking to anyone doesn‟t mean that she is bad,” I thought to

myself.

Day by day my irritation for her was getting blown

over. Coming to Deva, he was always busy texting

his girlfriend. That gesture of typing messages was really

intolerable for me. Though at that time I had no experience of

relationships, in that world there were a lot of sources to get

more theoretical knowledge about this. Once ma‟am caught

him while using mobile during the class, so as per the

punishment, she took the mobile and send him out. After

sometime, I found him sleeping leaning on the door. This

temporary mental shut down would occur to him often. I broke

a chalk into three pieces and threw at him by applying all the

rules of projectile motion and Angry Birds, and fortunately all

succeeded to meet their aim. He suddenly woke up. Then I

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Quickly I gave a little smile as I thought she might tell all

those to ma‟am, but she didn‟t.

First cycle test was to be started shortly. One night, I

opened and smelled the fragrance of my new physics book,

wrote my name on it modishly and started searching for some

familiar topics. But when I felt it was difficult understanding

from book, I closed that and started reading the Xerox of one

of my friends note. After half an hour, I closed everything,

switched off the light, and slept. In the morning I was feeling

depressed.

„I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to

become.‟

I saw this quote written on Deva‟s note book. I didn‟t

know what I understood from it, but somewhere I felt a bit

good. Becoming more liberal, I decided to study just before

the night of the exam. I told Deva how I beat my brains out in

understanding physics. He gave some videos of physics

lectures and by these when I came to grips with my most

difficult subject, regretted considering him as an irresponsible

guy who instead was as sharp as a tack. I called him around 10

o‟clock at night. He was boozing after some fights with his

girlfriend. I hung up the phone without asking anything

further. But I don‟t know why I felt a little uneasy after this. I

slept setting the alarm at morning five and also woke up as per

that. After being freshened up, when I sat to study, it was

smooth for a few minutes, but then I felt its difficult carrying

the load of my head, so I just rested it on the table and when I

opened my eyes, the time was already 7:30. Very quickly, I

collected all the stationeries like a half broken scale, three-four

centimeter long pencil, a pen without cap, notes etc, and

rushed to the university. Radhika was on the bench just in

front of me. The exam started, I knew a lot of things, but as

usual I was losing myself in some thoughts. At the end of the

exam, I found she left her calculator at her seat. When I gave

her, she smiled and thanked me.

Coming back to the class, I saw Deva was in deep sleep;

obviously the hangover from the last night must have acted

upon. But when he woke up, my first question to him was why

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“You love her right?” I asked.

“So what!!! If you won‟t get peace in a relationship, then

it‟s better to leave that and switch over to another.”

At that night with my less experienced mind, I was trying

to figure out how it can be possible to stop loving someone

and find another like that. I called Deva, but the call was on

waiting. After 15 minutes, 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours, 4

hours, the result was same, then I slept at 1:30 pm. He called

back at 4 o‟clock in the morning. It seemed he was irritated

and sounding as if he must have been yelling or crying since a

long time. After he rang off, my mind started conversing with

itself by a lot of yes or no questions and conditional clauses.

My whole body was paining, my eyes were dried but I

couldn‟t get a wink of sleep. I felt nauseated and a burning

sensation in my tummy. A famous quote

„Legend says, if you can‟t sleep at night, then it‟s true

that you are awake in someone‟s dream.‟

But don‟t you think it‟s so hard finding that someone.

Okay now…When it was almost dawn, I got down from the

bed, opened the window and when the cool light gentle wind

touched my body, I felt a little energetic. In spite of all these

hurdles, I reached the exam in time, but after the completion

of exam, it didn‟t take much time to come back to the class

and sleep.

“You both meet me in my office at lunch time,” someone

said. When I rubbed my eyes to get a clear view of what was

happening in front of me, the furious face of HOD ma‟am was

growling at us; yeah Deva was also sleeping beside me. I was

sure that she would call our parents. But the case was

relatively liberal when we reached her office.

Once while taking lunch at canteen, I saw Radhika

taking lunch alone at one of the tables. Going there, I joined

her. That day as expected she talked to me like I was the one

she thought of killing from her childhood. On the next day,

again I met her at the same place. But this time, I made her

laugh by some stupid jokes. Actually we were coming on the

path to become good friends. She started giving some advice

to me on how to become active inside class. One day she

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“Because you need a friend and I think I am the best

choice.” Saying this, I offered a handshake.

She smiled and went away. I was somewhat good at

explaining, but too weak at grasping things especially her

equation in making friends. A couple of days passed, one day I

was waiting for her on the same table.

“Hey friend,” I heard her voice.

“I think you can be a good friend,” after putting her plate

on the table, she offered me a handshake.

O After four months…

I had locked myself in my room as some heated words

were being exchanged in between my cousin and his wife. In

these past months, I hadn‟t seen any love and affection

between them for what I had admired them once. In the

meantime, I got a call from Deva, but an unknown voice on

the other end told that Deva was drunk and lying down

unconscious on the road nearby university. Going to my

cousin‟s room, when I told him to drop me at the university,

he got angry which resulted in an argument with him. After

taking a taxi, I directly went to Deva‟s room as two of my

friends had already taken him there. I saw him lying down on

the bed and blabbering something. That day I came to know

that it‟s very bad taking alcohol on an empty stomach. By that

time also, he was asking relentlessly to get some more drink.

No sooner our other two friends put a bite of food in his

mouth, he spat it outside. In between, I got a call from my

parents which was expected after that argument with my

cousin but anyhow I managed. Now coming to Deva, he

started mumbling something different.

“I can‟t tolerate her anymore. She has made my life even

worse than hell…bla… bla…”

As soon as I had put his mobile in charging, it rang and

the name appeared as „Sweet heart.‟

I picked the call and told her everything. But the reply

was shocking.

“I know he is there and has told you to lie. I am well

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because of me. At first, I too used to believe in all these, but

now I can‟t. I don‟t know why he thinks as if I am the burden

of his life. I really love him and he doesn‟t even give a shit

about it.”

“But…”

Before I could say something, she cried and cut off the

phone. A lot of questions arose in my mind, but they had a lot

of barriers to meet their answers. After sometime, Deva slept.

Next day I left for University locking him in the room. Sitting

beside Radhika as I conquered half of her palace, explained

the entire situation about the night before, especially about

Deva‟s girlfriend. She said that all these were quiet usual in a

relationship. Yeah she might be right, but my theoretical

concept like after falling in love with someone then how it

would be possible to fight with them didn‟t let me absorb all

those things. At the lunch time, I and those two friends went to

his room. We hardly woke him up, when he started searching

for his mobile haphazardly. I calmed him down and handed

over the mobile. As soon as he got that, called his girlfriend

and started making her understand. Then things became

normal and I went back to my cousin‟s house.

When I entered, he and his wife didn‟t even tell me a

single word which led to lose my temperament and pack all

my stuff. But before I could leave the house, calling my

brother, I told him everything.

“Before being retired, a batsman always wants to have a

good innings,” this is what he said and it was well understood

by my mind. Opening the door after hearing a knock, I found

my cousin there.

“What happened?” I asked him with a broad smile which

was obviously a fake one. He called me for dinner. Reaching

the dining table, I begged pardon for that argument and for the

very first time, I started asking him about his work and told

him about the difficulties I was facing due to this language

English. In between our conversation, coming to us, bhabi

started to serve the food silently. I insisted her to join us and

then she also started giving me some advice. After sometime, I

noticed that they both were talking to me, but not with each

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started helping them with their work as I felt the tiredness after

coming from office might be the reason of their fight. In spite

of having less knowledge about marriage and relationship, I

put a lot of effort to make them understand the value of a

person whom we love the most and the time which we get to

spend with them. Day by day, they were changing but still

there were clouds on the horizon. I too started feeling like the

time had reached for my retirement from that house as I

played that good innings. I started searching for a room nearer

to the university.

Coming to Radhika, we became good friends. We would

always roam around together; to the lab, to the cafeteria, to the

Panipuri shop, or to the Chinese restaurants nearby. But she

always had some problem with the rules I had set for myself,

like not to eat dairy milk, Panipuri, not to celebrate my

birthday etc. Actually she used to ask a lot of questions on

these subjects, so to get rid of them, I used to lie a lot.

On one Friday, she again planned for shopping on

weekend as per the previous two times, but they were failed as

the only thing I would like to do in weekends is just to love

my bed. Time had reached to get separated from that; if for

that weekend, I had denied, she would have killed me. So on

the next day, I reached the bus stop. Then we started talking

about movies and the major topic of discussion was why till

then I had watched very few Hollywood movies. As for me

these were like Bhagwad Gita for a moron; really difficult to

understand. We reached near Spencers Plaza (oldest mall of

India) and Express Avenue. She had to buy kurti, and after

moving to eight-nine shops, she still didn‟t like even a single

one. That day I felt how difficult it is to do shopping with

girls. Eventually, at one shop, she kept on staring at three

kurtis as if they were her born enemies. After being in silent

mode for five to ten minutes, she told me to choose one among

them. It was not a difficult task for me as I always choose

black color apparels for girls, they really look great in it and

it‟s my favorite color as well. Seeing the price tag, my eyes

remained wide opened; 4k bucks. Even 2k was more than

enough for me to buy shirts, shoes including underwear.

Anyways we were done with the shopping.


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