Ghost Calls - hima (different e readers .TXT) 📗

get caught like this…”she said waving her mobile. “But brother… I’m happy for you at least your choice is good. “She laughed.

I gave gentle smile and then my other friends walked up to me. Karan knelled in front of me. “She doesn’t understand your worth. You are here on full scholarship which none of us have or will ever have… You ought to be proud of yourself… I mean every parent wishes to have a child like you.” He said. I nodded as silent tears rolled down my cheeks. “Yes… Megha. I’m sure where ever your parents are. They will proud of you.” Sonali said. Everyone nodded.

“Enough of the heavies…I’m hungry. Let’s go and eat something…” Neha said. “Megha…Stay here, I’ll get your plate.” Neha said and winked at Aryan. Everyone left leaving me and Aryan alone.

It felt awkward, I mean until now we were never silent, one of us always spoke but now both of us had nothing to say. Aryan just gazed at me with his affectionate eyes. I sat silent, thinking that at least now I don’t have to pretend before anyone and they all like me for what I am.


Neha brought us food plates, I didn’t eat much I just picked at the food. “Do you want to go home?” Aryan asked. I nodded slightly. “Neha… come on. Let’s go home.” He called. Neha said bye to everyone. My friends dropped off me until the parking area and went to enjoy the party.

Neha said she wanted sit back so I sat in the front. My eyes felt heavy and soar from all the crying, I didn’t know when I slept. As the car skidded to halt, I thought to wake up but I couldn’t try to keep my eyes open. Aryan carried me into my room. Mehta’s were worried about me so they hurried after him.

“What happened? Is anything wrong?” They asked. “She is just really tired with all their work and had to face some situation too… Let her sleep.” “I assure she is fine…” He added.


I woke up early in the morning, my eyes felt well. Sapna stood by the window and she greeted me as I dragged myself up from the bed. I heard mom’s voice calling me; it felt odd that she woke me up early this time. I gestured that I’ll be back and ran downstairs.

“Mrs.Mehra asked me to show it to you this morning when I went to deliver the milk bottles.” He said pointing to a newspaper.

“What’s written in that?” My mom asked excited. I took the new page and in the district edition, at the center page, there are many pictures taken in our college, I was in two pictures; one was taken when I walked in with Aryan and Neha, the other was when I was dancing on the stage with Aryan. They also mentioned that our dance was the best in the event. I told them so and showed my pics. Mom hugged me and gently kissed me. Dad patted me proudly.
I never had a chance after that day to be alone with Aryan, even if we met I shied away from him. I frequently visited Mehra’s house and borrowed books from Mrs. Mehra. We used to have long debates on the books after I read them. We enjoyed it very much, I was content and very much happy with my life except for one thing I still couldn’t figure out how to help Sapna, Aryan’s idea of hiding things didn’t work out. She had nothing of that sort to tell. Still she didn’t lose her faith on me. I used to have long chats with her every night telling her everything that happened on that day.

Three months passed by as we were busy with our projects. Our college administration decided to make this as a grand event of three days, two days for project expo and the final day for games and cultural and results. We worked to finish our project, we stayed up late the previous day to finish the presentation until 12pm and then I explained each of them the module and what they have to say. We slept at Neha’s house that day.


Sonali was at the registration desk, she registered our names. “I’ll make sure that your presentation will be today so we can enjoy the rest of the days…” She whispered to Neha. She winked at her.

One of our super seniors announced the list of the presenters for today, there are about 30 and Aryan is 5th on the list and I’m 12. Aryan is good at studies unlike Neha. He is good at everything sports, culturals, studies and most of all he is the best looking guy in the college which made most of the girls fall over him.

His friend Rajiv and he presented the project very well. He smiled at us before he left in triumph. They answered every single question. There are some projects that are even better than ours. I could feel the tension building up as the numbers came down to 8. My hands began to sweat and they are as cold as ice, even Neha is nervous. DB is still immersed in boy watching. As the 11th batch is winding up their presentation, I stood up with wobbly legs and began to gather the materials for presentation. The judges were out for a break and I relaxed onto the chair but still my nerves didn’t calm down so I went out for fresh air. All my friends were waiting outside.

“The judges were out for a break…” Db replied to their frowning. Karan approached me. “Do well…” He said and saw me nervous. “You know you are the only first year that is giving presentation…” neha cut him off. “That really helps…” she smiled nervously. “I was just saying that you did what we all couldn’t do so I’m sure you’ll do this fine too.”

Mean while the judges came back, we began to prepare for the presentation, we set the slides and pinned the poster to the wall, Our class were waiting eagerly at the door and they smiled at us encouragingly. While I was fixing the poster, Neha poked me to see Aryan. He was standing there smiling and mouthed ‘all the best’ to me. I took deep breathes before starting, after a few lines something triggered in me and I began to explain cool and confidently. Neha did well too in spite of being nervous. DB didn’t present anything as she has asked for it. She joined us in the query round. They answered the questions that we have already discussed and if there is a new one I did. It was my idea to do like that; I just don’t want the judges to see it as a one-man show rather than a team effort. I was relieved to see the content expressions on the judges faces.


There were three more presentations before we left for lunch.”Information says that you are on top 3.” Rohan called as we joined our little group. “It’s time to party about our little victory…” Neha shouted. “There are still 40 presentations… we don’t know it yet…” I made a point. “Going there and presenting is more than enough for me…” she said “Yeah!” DB supported her. She dragged us all into canteen; this was the first time that I came into the canteen. It was way big and there are circular tables arranged all over the place. There are many people like us sitting here. In the corner table I saw Aryan and his best buddy, Rajiv sitting together, sipping cokes. They waved at us and walked towards us. Meanwhile Rohan and Karan started putting three tables together for us to sit. Rohan and Sonali sat together, DB sat with Karan, Raj sat beside Neha and I sat between Neha and Aryan.

Neha ordered cokes for all of us… “Not for me…” I called. She frowned. “She doesn’t like drinks, order her butter scotch ice cream…”Aryan said. “How…?” I exclaimed. “If you love someone you need to know everything about them.” He whispered. Neha cleared her throat. I blushed hard.

Neha was talking all about the presentations and DB provided details about any cute boy over there. We all listened to them intently sipping our drinks. I saw from the corner of my eye that Aryan is eating my ice cream, I didn’t say anything, I blushed but nothing escaped eagle eyed Neha, She kicked him from under the table.

“You are eating her ice cream…Get another one if you want.” Neha scolded. “This tastes good, sissy.” He said. I blushed, she kicked him again. He stood up and walked away. I thought he was hurt so he left but he came back with another cup of icecream and gave it to me. He gently pulled my bag towards him and shoved five dairy milk chocolates into the front pocket which I happened to like most.

“To me?” Neha complained like a child. “I’ll get you too…” he said. She pouted and he left to get her chocolates. When he came back Sonali and DB were giving him the looks what about us. He went back again and returned with chocolates for everyone.

“This is really bad Aryan, Are there no chocolates for boys or they are just for pretty girls?” Rajiv teased. Aryan gave everyone a dairy milk and I laughed at him uncontrollably. We stayed there for almost an hour before we left.

We went and played in the different gaming stalls in the afternoon session, I felt someone staring at me and ignored that feeling and enjoyed the day. In the evening while I was walking back home, I saw two mean looking guys following me from college, thankfully dad came around and picked me up.

Aryan called in the night and said that I should be there for his final match tomorrow. I was so busy that I didn’t attend any of his matches that he played against other colleges because I was so immersed in the project.

Next day our group was early to go to college; we wanted to cheer our team. We occupied the front row seats in the stadium which is built in the northern wing of our college. The game started early and it seems that our opposite team is giving tough fight. Rajiv joined us as soon as the match began, Aryan smiled at me before joining the crease, Neha poked me and I blushed. It seems that these days, I’m doing a lot of blushing.

We were so immersed in the game when I felt someone dropping popcorn on me; I glared at them and resumed watching the match. They are the same fellows from yesterday, I moved aside little bit to which Neha scowled. Karan looked at me dubiously, I just shrugged my shoulders. Again they dropped pop corn on me this time it hit Neha too.

“Can’t you see?” She scolded. “Sorry…”they smirked. They did it again and this time Rajiv and Karan at once dragged them out. Raj, Rohan helped them to throw the mean guys out. The commotion was enough to attract every one; Aryan saw us from the crease and frowned. I shrugged my shoulders and they continued the match.

Last two over’s was a hell of tension, Aryan was batting and still 30 to win. We watched intently, Aryan was trying pretty well but the other team was doing good field work. Last ball and still 4 runs to win…We