Olive Chaudhuri

 ~EPILOGUE 3~ A/N: Yes, I had never planned on writing BACK IN TIME. And in all honesty, most of what kept happening with Meera and Vedant throughout the novel, was just me observing things around me and letting this story be the outlet for my emotional turmoil about so many things in the past year. I can't control the World, but I can control my characters and how they deal with problems in their life. Here's the last part of the epilogue, a little peek into their future and how I see the two of them come to terms with reality. Enjoy! **************** "Chai for Ms. Modi!" Meera turned on her spot, raising her brows at him. Vedant blushed, "Sorry sorry. Mrs. Shah. Happy?" She grinned, grabbing the Styrofoam cup from his palm and bringing it close to her lips. Blowing at the hot tea she replied, "Very happy." Vedant settled next to her on the stoned flooring at Marine Drive, nursing his tea cup in his palm, "I ki...

 ~FORTY FIVE~ "I love you Vedant. And it is  because  I love you, that I can't be selfish with you. Not anymore." He hadn't regretted drinking in the past as much as he did that instant. It was like his ears were doing just fine, listening to her words, and his brain was doing its job, comprehending the meaning behind those words, but the rest of his faculties, which made him respond and react seemed to have stopped functioning. Meera gazed at him un-movingly for one quiet second after another, until he found himself say, "Hold that thought." He raised his arms in mock surrender, and scurried past her to the washroom. After studying his disheveled features in the mirror, he splashed some cold water and slapped his face mercilessly a couple of times to pull himself out of his trance. "What are you doing?" he heard Meera call from the door to the washroom, and let out a sigh, "Trying to get a grip on myself." She looked away...