MY LOVE INCARNATE

"The scriptures speak about the last descent. Riding a white horse armed with all the mightiest and powerful weapons of the universe, he is known to descend on time. Kalki, the final incarnation is yet to descend on earth". Devyansh reads the excerpt with pride. "She has come and she is the last incarnation of the almighty", he murmured.

"She is not his favourite but she is needed by him. Her father needs her comfort. Samaira, is the only special heart that holds the secret to everyone's happiness. She is a magician's doll or a miracle herself! She is a necromancer's life".

Known to be a wanderlust, Devyansh never settled for peace. His yearning for something grew stronger than before, as the days passed by.

His dreams manifested his desires and soon he was found wanting for more. He once thought - "I should visit a psychiatrist". His visits weren't frequent. The psychiatrist advised him proper rest and good sleep.

Devyansh Patel alias Dev revealed his innermost desires to his friend, Mohan.

He once said 'I want her heart. When will it come to me?”

"Heart? And you? Since when have you moved on from platonic love to the transactions of heart".

"Are you through with romancing or what? Don't you want your food of sex and foreplay that you are having cravings for a heart". Mohan laughed.

"No, it is not about love. I need to do something about it". Dev, was completely wrapped up in his own thoughts and took Mohan quite seriously.

“At the moment, all you need to do is to get up from the sofa, said Mohan who began losing patience with Dev and his rambling. “Don’t you want to get ready for class? Your students are waiting for you", he added testily.

Devyansh just wouldn’t budge. Mohan splashes some water on his face.

“Ughh...I hate you. Why did you splash water on my face?” spluttered an angry Dev.

“Yeah, I know… placated Mohan, you will hate me now as all your love goes out to the heart you were talking about” laughed Mohan.

Mohan and Dev share a 2BHK apartment in Mukherjee Nagar, Delhi. Mukherjee Nagar shelters students of all genres who come from across the nation to take coaching in the Institutes. While Mohan shares his room with Dev, Nachiket and Rehan are his other mates sharing the same flat. All are teachers teaching different subjects at an Institute by the name “Learner Coaching Institute” that provides training to students for various competitive exams at the national and state levels. One of the most reputed institutes in Delhi, Learner was known for subjects like mathematics and reasoning and it’s training to the students by Keshav Sir. He was a well-known figure in the field of Mathematics.

“I need her heart?” continued Dev, muttering under his breath to himself.

“Whose heart are you talking about? Is someone new on your mind? I know you had a break up with your girlfriend recently and you miss her a lot but I cannot see you sad and missing her badly”.

“No, it is not so. I don’t miss anyone. You know how I am.”

“I believe you. Now, let us keep going. We need to reach the Institute on time”.

The morning was bitterly cold. As cold and bone-chilling as winter mornings in Delhi can be.

Samaira sipped on a cup of hot chocolate when she received a call from her home.

"Hello, Mom. How are you doing? How is everyone at home?"

"Everyone is fine. How are you doing? Are you ready for your interview?

"I was just out to searching for another job. Let's see what happens".