There is something extremely desirable about a guy who is possessive about his girl. A little bit of insecurity works wonders when it comes to intimacy in a relationship.
At least Sheena felt that way.
After all there has to be some proof that a loves and needs his woman like no one else, she mused.
Trust is definitely important but sprinkle a little bit of jealousy in a relation and it blooms and blossoms in its excitement quotient...
Now this certainly wasn't a justification for her obsession with him, she was quite proud of the fact that she was crazy about Russell. So crazy that she drove him nuts. So crazy that she sometimes drove him away.
He asked her the other day why she was so upset, so glum and she said she didn't know. After the silence that ensued, he made a very intriguing observation, "I think you are missing a passion in life."
Her first reaction was annoyance at his arrogant confession but it was soon followed by bewilderment. And then she smiled. Maybe he was right; she was indeed feeling low and demotivated. She thought about it all night and it dawned on her by morn that for the last couple of years all she had been passionate about was him.
Russell.
The man of her dreams. The object of her addiction.
Sheena was so mad about him that even someone calling him by his nickname Ross angered her.
The realization that this was a tad extreme was not lost on her.
Yet, she thought she deserved a special place in his life and nobody could be permitted to trespass.
And that's where the trouble began. Ross, unfortunately, did not think so.
He was of the opinion that they had their own sweet separate lives and that's how it was meant to be despite the fact that they were engaged to be married.
It pained Sheena, his lack of interest in her life and his stone cold attitude towards her distress. It appeared to her that he cared more for random strangers and colleagues than her. Now which woman would be okay with this? Not too many, she told herself.
All her life, Sheena had wished for great friends and an exciting life. Her few good besties fulfilled this desire amply. But when she met Ross, she felt she had found her soul mate and her contact with them reduced. Big mistake. She devoted all her time and attention to him and he initially reciprocated. As time flew, her life became empty and his got fuller with other people and activities. No surprise then that his priorities and pastimes changed while her need for him only multiplied.
To make matters difficult, Ross was the strong and silent types who did not mind being alone. He enjoyed spending time with people but he did not want anybody to make his life complete. He was calm and content in his solitude and he did not feel the sting of loneliness. He was good to all, and better to strangers and acquaintances than her, or.so.Sheena believed.
It did not bother Ross when Sheena described how someone had asked her out the previous day nor was he worried if she did not call for hours. Maybe he did not need to, as she called him several times a day and often in quick succession while he was busy. He did not always answer her calls and texts, something that she complained about. He believed in freedom and space, like most other men. He had a woman he trusted, unlike most other men.
Sheena had been a lovely lass when he met her but of late she had started to nag. He did not know what he was doing wrong and he had no clue how to fix this cribbing. He liked his work and he got to meet some interesting folks there. Sheena seemed to resent his happiness and bugged him for trivial reasons.
All this while their wedding day was looming near.
Was it the right decision?
Was it too late to turn back?
Would it truly be worthwhile to commit his love and life to this person that he adored but occasionally found tough to bear?
And that was the question on his mind as he started his day.
Time and destiny would show him the right way, he was certain.
He stepped on the sidewalk and checked his pocket to ensure he was carrying his cell phone. Damn, he'd forgotten it again. Sheena's latest gift to him, his favorite mobile handset that had cost her a bomb but she had not said so once. He turned back to the house and picked up his phone.
Ten missed calls. Two texts.
Must be Sheena. How had she stopped at two texts?! She generally sent no less than five.
Text 1: As expected, from Sheena. It read, "Ross, call me now!!!"
Text 2: Again, Sheena. "Jerk!!"
Ross grimaced. Sheena brought too much drama into every mundane thing. Maybe he should call it off with her...
He dialed her number and waited as the phone rang once, twice, thrice. Why wasn't she answering now?
Click.
Ross: "What the hell...."
An unknown man: "Hi, is this Ross?"
Ross: (a little taken aback) "Yes. Who's this?"
Man: "Your number was the last dialed on this phone. The woman carrying it was hit by a speeding car and she is being rushed to Malcolm hospital in a critical state as we speak...."
Cheerio!
Princess
At least Sheena felt that way.
After all there has to be some proof that a loves and needs his woman like no one else, she mused.
Trust is definitely important but sprinkle a little bit of jealousy in a relation and it blooms and blossoms in its excitement quotient...
Now this certainly wasn't a justification for her obsession with him, she was quite proud of the fact that she was crazy about Russell. So crazy that she drove him nuts. So crazy that she sometimes drove him away.
He asked her the other day why she was so upset, so glum and she said she didn't know. After the silence that ensued, he made a very intriguing observation, "I think you are missing a passion in life."
Her first reaction was annoyance at his arrogant confession but it was soon followed by bewilderment. And then she smiled. Maybe he was right; she was indeed feeling low and demotivated. She thought about it all night and it dawned on her by morn that for the last couple of years all she had been passionate about was him.
Russell.
The man of her dreams. The object of her addiction.
Sheena was so mad about him that even someone calling him by his nickname Ross angered her.
The realization that this was a tad extreme was not lost on her.
Yet, she thought she deserved a special place in his life and nobody could be permitted to trespass.
And that's where the trouble began. Ross, unfortunately, did not think so.
He was of the opinion that they had their own sweet separate lives and that's how it was meant to be despite the fact that they were engaged to be married.
It pained Sheena, his lack of interest in her life and his stone cold attitude towards her distress. It appeared to her that he cared more for random strangers and colleagues than her. Now which woman would be okay with this? Not too many, she told herself.
All her life, Sheena had wished for great friends and an exciting life. Her few good besties fulfilled this desire amply. But when she met Ross, she felt she had found her soul mate and her contact with them reduced. Big mistake. She devoted all her time and attention to him and he initially reciprocated. As time flew, her life became empty and his got fuller with other people and activities. No surprise then that his priorities and pastimes changed while her need for him only multiplied.
To make matters difficult, Ross was the strong and silent types who did not mind being alone. He enjoyed spending time with people but he did not want anybody to make his life complete. He was calm and content in his solitude and he did not feel the sting of loneliness. He was good to all, and better to strangers and acquaintances than her, or.so.Sheena believed.
It did not bother Ross when Sheena described how someone had asked her out the previous day nor was he worried if she did not call for hours. Maybe he did not need to, as she called him several times a day and often in quick succession while he was busy. He did not always answer her calls and texts, something that she complained about. He believed in freedom and space, like most other men. He had a woman he trusted, unlike most other men.
Sheena had been a lovely lass when he met her but of late she had started to nag. He did not know what he was doing wrong and he had no clue how to fix this cribbing. He liked his work and he got to meet some interesting folks there. Sheena seemed to resent his happiness and bugged him for trivial reasons.
All this while their wedding day was looming near.
Was it the right decision?
Was it too late to turn back?
Would it truly be worthwhile to commit his love and life to this person that he adored but occasionally found tough to bear?
And that was the question on his mind as he started his day.
Time and destiny would show him the right way, he was certain.
He stepped on the sidewalk and checked his pocket to ensure he was carrying his cell phone. Damn, he'd forgotten it again. Sheena's latest gift to him, his favorite mobile handset that had cost her a bomb but she had not said so once. He turned back to the house and picked up his phone.
Ten missed calls. Two texts.
Must be Sheena. How had she stopped at two texts?! She generally sent no less than five.
Text 1: As expected, from Sheena. It read, "Ross, call me now!!!"
Text 2: Again, Sheena. "Jerk!!"
Ross grimaced. Sheena brought too much drama into every mundane thing. Maybe he should call it off with her...
He dialed her number and waited as the phone rang once, twice, thrice. Why wasn't she answering now?
Click.
Ross: "What the hell...."
An unknown man: "Hi, is this Ross?"
Ross: (a little taken aback) "Yes. Who's this?"
Man: "Your number was the last dialed on this phone. The woman carrying it was hit by a speeding car and she is being rushed to Malcolm hospital in a critical state as we speak...."
Cheerio!
Princess
1 comment:
A touching story with a strong message weaved, Anuja. The climax is so sad and unexpected.
Brilliant and told in a simple manner:)
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