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A Boy Who Never

Let Her Go


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A Boy Who

Never

Let Her Go

Dhiraj Kumar

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About The Author

Dhiraj kumar ( born on 18th

May 1996) is a 3rd

year

Mechanical engineering student who is pursuing

his B.tech degree from Graphic Era University,

Dehradun. He did his schooling from D.A.V

Kapildev public school, Ranchi

His passion for writing rose when he won a

poem writing competition in his school life.

Whenever he is sad or want to share his feelings, he

do it by penning down his emotions.

This novel “A BOY WHO NEVER LET HER

GO” is also his debut novel.

With the completion of this novel he is looking

forward to publish his second novel soon.

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Acknowledgement

I would like to express my gratitude to the readers

for picking up this book “A BOY WHO NEVER

LET HER GO”. I would also thank my family and

friends for encouraging me throughout to write this

novel.

My special thanks goes to my dean of Graphic

Era University Dr. Kamal ghansala to support me

and Miss Priyanka oberoi for editing this novel and

rectifying the silly errors I did.

This could have never been possible without

EDUCREATION PUBLISHING. Thank you guys

for allowing me to publish this book from your

publications.

At last I would apologize to many of my

friends. I beg a forgivness of all those who have

been with me in my hard times and whose name I

have failed to mention over this book.

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Dedication

Dedicated to those who loved someone

truly…

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Prologue Present Day

W (EK AISI KITAB LIKHI MAINE TERE NAAM KI…

KI JISNE TUJHE DEKHA HI NAHI USNE BHI

TERE TARIF KI…)

The college stadium was full of spectators. It was

clear that the match was becoming more interesting

with every passage time. It was the winter season so

students in the crowd were enjoying both the sun as

well as the match. The bright sunny day in place

like Dehradun was like a blessing to the people.

Like all past years, Dehradun was very cold and had

experienced snowfall in mussoorie which had made

the temperature colder but the bright sunny weather

was like a blessing to all.

The match was between our college Graphic

Era University (GEU), and other college of the

same city. It was the second innings of the match

and the students in the crowd were shouting only

onename.

DHIRAJ...DHIRAJ...DHIRAJ...DHIRAJ….

The humour was that the student who don‟t

even know who is Dhiraj were shouting out my

name ,. It made me felt like a celebrity. My name


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was on everyone‟s lips and especially the girls . I

literally thought of giving an autograph to some of

them after the match. After seeing my concentration

being broken, the runner from the other end came

and said me to be calm and concentrate on the

match. He even said that “dude you don‟t even have

an idea how many girls gonna be crazy for you if

you made us win this match”. The whole team knew

that scoring 16 runs in just 6 balls was not an easy

task but being the captain, the whole team was

dependent on me. I cleared my mind and

concentrated on the game.

Bowler bowled in his maximum speed, it was

just a single from my side. Now the strike was to

the other batsman, he was so nervous that his legs

were shaking. The other team noticed this and

passed some comments on him.(sir fod de iska apne

speed se) break his head with your speed. He

became more nervous. He made a dot ball. No runs

on 2nd

ball. We still needed 15 runs in 4 balls. I ran

to him and said “just give me strike and I will make

the match our side”. He anyhow took a single on the

3rd

ball. We still needed 14 runs in three balls, the

strike was upon me.

The whole college students were looking at me

with hope to make our college win. The bowler

came running and threw the ball, I stepped out from

the crease and hit the maximum towards the crowd.

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spectators. Yes it was a six. The whole crowd

cheered and shouted. We still needed 8 runs to win

from two balls. After that six, people started looking

at me with more hope. The second last ball of the

match, I again stepped out and it was again the

maximum on the long off side, the whole crowd

started dancing, they started shouting my name

more louder, it was like a festival on the college

cricket ground. We only needed 2 runs in 1 ball. It

was a cup of cake for me. Spectators were biting

their nails. I pre planned to hit the ball towards the

stump and take 2 runs.

Suddenly someone played the song “O

JANNA”, from the movie “raaz the mystery

continues” on the stadium‟s music system and my

legs froze, my hands stopped moving. I lost my

concentration completely. It was like I lost my

whole energy to win the match. My past is again

killing me. I didn‟t even noticed when the bowler

bowled his last ball, I didn‟t even moved an inch

and clean bold. My middle stump was flying in the

air and shouting enough that we lost the match. I

disappointed the whole college and I sat on the

ground thinking

Influence of that girl can again make me numb,

I realised somewhere she is still in my heart,

somewhere I still love her and somewhere she still

don‟t care for my love and how miserably I am

spending my days without her . Till my whole life I


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have loved only one girl and perhaps I will love her

forever, tears rolled down my cheeks and their was

no one to understand , no one to support and wipe

them .

While taking shower in the hostel, I kept on

thinking the things which happened today, about

that girl and the past memories. I was quite, was not

talking to anyone in the hostel. All my friends

thought it was because of the match. They cheered

me up. Some of them cracked jokes to lighten my

mood.

Nikhil my roommate, was knowing that what

had happened to me as he was like my brother. We

both shared our secrets and personal talks. He

showed me some nude pictures of girls and said to

forget the girl who was in past and concentrate on

the curves of this girl showed on phone. He made

some funny voice while watching the pictures. His

way of convincing me always made my mood

lighter. We all laughed. I hugged him. Then he

demanded a kiss . I smiled and said my other

friends to kick his ass.

In engineering colleges you are always ready to

party whether its midnight in the winter or in the hot

summer. There is no reason why someone is

throwing party. All we need is alcohols to relax.

But there is an exception everywhere, Nikhil

and I l don‟t drink. We prefer soft drinks and our

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We burnt fire on the top of the terrace, played

soft musics , wines and soft drinks all over. It was

12 o clock at midnight. After drinking few pegs of

the alcohol our friend started speaking ,the

emotions said were true. The main gossip of that

night was “girls”.

Some of them spoke about their breakups,

some of them even started crying while narrating

their stories, some started abusing their ex and few

like Nikhil and I were neutral at that time, after the

sad session we played rocking song “ aunty police

bulalegi” and danced like animals.

No one noticed how time passed and clock

struck 3:30 am. I requested to end the party and go

to sleep. We all were tired and went to sleep. I was

sure for those who drank today will not be able to

go college because of the hangover.

In my room when Nikhil slept, I took out my

phone, inside the blanket,opened the gallery and

started starring at her pictures. It seemed that she is

also starring at me with the same glaze and love as I

was starring at her. It was like she is also trying to

make some conversation with me but it was only

my virtual thoughts because in reality „ our love has

ended‟

I kept on thinking about her and memories

flashbacked:-


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Poem 1

I don’t know why tears are not coming form my

eyes,

Your love was based on fake promises and lies.

Seems that my heart is blocked and throat is

choaked,

Our relation ended!!! Yes I am shocked…

N You were an important part of my life,

I remember you promised to be my wife.

Thinking about you in my free times,

Then I realise you cannot be mine.

N Trying to move on but not getting any reason to

do,

Always running on my mind!! Yes that is you.

I cherish those warm hug and lovely kisses of yours,

Still I cant hate you, and for that I am sure.

N Ofcourse I am hurt and want to cry,

But now I am alone, who will make my tears dry?

Moments spend with you were my golden times,

But still I cannot call you mine..

I don’t know why tears are not coming from my

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7 years ago…

(RANCHI DIARIES…)


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Who Are You?

W (KAISE NAKAB ME BHI PECHAN LETE HO

HAZARO K BEECH?... MAINE KAHA TERE

AANKHO SE HI SHURU HUA THA ISHQ LAKHO

K BEECH.)

It was the starting of new session of standard

7th

in D.A.V Kapil Dev public school. We all were

super excited as we got promoted . We became the

senior most in our junior wings as our school had

two buildings one for junior sections from std Ist to

VIIth

and other for seniors from VIIIth to XIIth. It

was an amazing feeling to become the seniors. The

feeling of afraidness was no more part of life. We

gonna rule over the juniors like king.

The most exciting part was that now head boy

and other captains of different houses are going to

be elected by the teachers among us. The elections

was going to be held in last two periods like all

previous years. Since I was good at sports, studies

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and cultural activities too so students predicted that

I was going to be the next Head Boy of Junior

Wing. I felt like a majesty everyone was talking

about me.

On the other hand we all the students were

nervous and afraid too, because in std VII teachers

does has the process of rescheduling the sections as

well as the students. We all had made many friends

in our classes, no one wanted to break their old

bond of friendship. Since childhood friendship is a

word which means our world to us. No greed, no

selfish, no hatred, only pure friendship and sharing

of lunch during recess.

That heart break moment has arrived. Teachers

came with list of the students who were supposed to

be shifted to next class. I crossed my fingers as I

don‟t want to lose any of my friends, but as always

god was not happy with me. All my friends shifted

to next class and I remained alone . Few students

from other section came in our class. I was very

studious that i didn‟t even noticed and bothered

about new girls and boys who came to our class.

All of a sudden a guy came and sat beside me. I

looked at him and didn‟t said anything . That time

who knew that small ignorance between us will

become a strong bond of friendship. More than 3

hours passed we both didn‟t shared a word with

each other. It was an awkward moment for me so I

decided to ask his name and broke the silence.


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What is your name? I asked. He looked at me in a

strange way and said, Rahul Sharma. Then he asked

my name too. But I was sure he is just doing

formality because I asked his name first so it‟s the

duty of other person to do the same.

I said Dhiraj “naam to suna hi hoga” in famous

SRK‟s tone. He smiled a bit and said I don „t like

SRK.

I was shocked that how could someone insult

my favourite hero and that too in front of me I felt

like banging his head that time. I didn‟t say a word

then.

Due to some reasons elections of that day

postponed to the next day, I was quite disappointed

because I wanted to see myself as the head boy. The

day ended and it was like a new experience to me.

Lost old friends and trying to adjust in new

surrounding of unknown students. The disaster was

that I sit with a guy who don‟t even give a shit in

talking to me. The day was totally fucked up.

Next day I got ready for school with new

energy and enthusiasm. The weather was pleasant

and the cloud covered the sky. Cool breeze was

soothing my body. It was a perfect day to become a

head boy. I was very happy but deep down I was bit

nervous, if I will not be selected as the head boy.

All my reputation and glory in school will be

vanished. It was like a bubble reputation. Though

nobody cared what will happen in my life. But I



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