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An Agreement
Between Two Hearts
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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
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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…?
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.
Did I Win or Lose…?
Did I Win or Lose…?
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
can hand over the paper and leave.”
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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
hostel life, I was like a free bird.
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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
her.
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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
and rushed inside the station. As it was early in the
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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.
“Sorry, sorry, it‟s Telangana Express,” she replied.
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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
message for her.
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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
resonance which says when two things resonate at the
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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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