"Alina, where were you?"Placing the glass of water on the counter table, I swirled to look at Meena Auntie, standing at the door of the kitchen, worry etched on her face.Gulping the water, I answered, "Club and then dhaba. Nisha's party. I forgot to tell you. Sorry. You were busy with work and I was getting late." Leaning against the counter, I stared at her worried face. "Didn't papa tell you?""He went to his room after coming back. Your parents fought.""Oh. Is everything okay?" As if it was something new.She shrugged her shoulders, stepped forward to settle next to me. "Don't you think it's late for you to come?""Got late. Why? Papa said something?" I asked urgently. "But he had said the curfew starts at midnight." I opened my phone and checked the time. "Fifteen minutes are still there.""Nothing," She replied. "You never stay out this late.""Blame my friends." I grinned. "They love night outs." And I had to convince Kabir to drop me home before midnight because dad would've
"Damn, Alina, be my girlfriend," Nisha whistled as I stepped inside her house. The pages clutched in her hands fell down as she shamelessly checked me out. Was Kabir right? I mean first, this girl bought me a lingerie—a sexy lingerie—and now she was checking me out without thinking how creepy it appeared. "I wish I was a guy.""Shut up." Walking next to her, I nudged her shoulder. "Where is your brother? He has been teasing me since he saw that girl.""You shut up." She placed her hands on my shoulder, checking my red and black Patiala suit. Blushing under her gaze, I swirled my gaze to some other part of the hall. I had never worn a suit in my entire life, felt too weird and out of me. "The fitting is great. You look hot.""Kabir—""Leave my brother for a second. You know what?" She grinned. "I want to see his reaction. Come. He's playing pool with Rahul."She started dragging me upstairs, ignoring how hot I felt at the particular moment as if the heat was prickling at each side even
"Something cold?" Kabir enquired, pushing his spaghetti plate in the middle of the table. "Do you want to eat more?"I stared at my plate and shook my head. "Stomach full. Yes, something cold. Ice-cream?""Sundae?" I nodded, cleaned my mouth with the cloth before placing it back on the table."Ask them about almonds."I opened my phone to go through the stuff but turned to look at the stare burning through my back. Since we had sat down in the restaurant, a girl was glancing at me again and again as if I had committed a crime. Whenever I would look back, she would change her gaze. Maybe I was overthinking and that girl was looking at something else.Shaking my head, I faced Kabir and smiled. "I just remembered. Papa asked you to come tomorrow." His hands halted at the cleaning cloth placed over his mouth and he stared intently at me. "For breakfast."He placed the cloth back on the table. "Have I done something? Why he wants me to come?"Shrugging, I said, "He asked me in the morning,
"Kabir—" Nisha started speaking from the kitchen."Not now." Fuming, he walked downstairs, ignoring Nisha's and my voices from behind. Opening his room door, he entered and closed it shut. "Sit there." He made me sit on the bed."I don't want to!" I shouted. "I want to break up with you! It's hurting me!""I was a jerk once!" He shouted back, opened his cupboard and took his camera out, placing it on my lap. "I was hormonal, okay? I am not proud of what I did with her. I came out of the hostel and joined the school. Everyone was talking about girls and that stuff." He paced back and forth. "I wanted to see what was so special about it. Everyone was trying, hiding it from their parents. I wanted to be a hero in their eyes like yes, I did it before every one of you.""Yes, what she said was the truth. Yes, I asked her and broke up when she was refused. Yes, I made her my girlfriend to sleep with her. Yes, I booked a room in a hotel. But then, I met you and everything changed.""You met m
***"Cut the fruits. Avoid pineapple. Make sure there are watermelon and apples. And cornflakes. The milk should not be boiled. No almonds and peanut butter to be placed on the table at all." Moving around the kitchen, I checked the cornflakes boxes and clutched my forehead. He hated those flavors. "Do we've eggs and bread?" The maid nodded. "Get that! Fast!""Alina, what are you doing?" Swirling, I found Misha, leaning against the kitchen door frame, smirking. "Since you became the maid of our house?""Shut up." I caught the egg tray and bowl. Breaking them, I asked for milk and vanilla extract. "Kabir is coming for breakfast. He's very specific about his breakfast.""How you know?" She taunted. "It's like you're living with him." I tensed under her words and swirled the mixture together, ignoring she was standing behind me. "Just joking. What are you making?""French toast. He loves them." I nodded for the maid to start the stove. "Make a cup of black coffee. Not too strong nor too l
[ K A B I R 'S P O V ]"Kabir." Hearing her voice, I turned around in the middle of the hall and stared at the one person I had been waiting to talk since the moment Alina confessed to me. "What are you doing here?" She came forward with a smile. "Alina is not here.""It doesn't matter. I wanted to talk to you.""Me?" She nodded at the seats. "Sit."Taking an armchair, I faced her Meena Auntie and wished from inside that my suspicions were wrong. Alina wouldn't be able to go through this hurt. It would shatter her into pieces, and those pieces I had no idea how would I help to pick it up. She loved her Meena Auntie too much."I wanted to talk about Alina," My voice shook a bit but took a control."You want coffee?" She offered. "Cold coffee.""Yes. Thank you." She smiled warmly at me and guided one of the helpers to make a glass of cold coffee. "I don't like talking in rounds. So, I will go to the point. When did you come to this house?""What do you mean?" Her sleek eyes cut through
Taking my phone out, I checked the battery and messaged her.Come in the hotel garden.Why?She replied instantly. Her eyes flew to me, eyebrows raised in question.Secret, baby. Just come. We're going to do some hiding.Winking at her, I walked out of the hall, hoping she would be following me out of the hall. Glancing back, I found her gathering her skirts in her hands, trailing between the chairs to follow me with a curious look.Climbing the stairs, I asked the manager about the garden even when I knew the place. This hotel belonged to my family, and yet, here I was asking about the garden. I was giving Alina the time to catch up with me. Stepping out in the grass, the night wind whipped through me, the smell of the plants wafted in my nose, the golden LED lights made me smirk in return.Perfect location.Finding a hidden support, I swirled to look at my girl."Why you called me?" I opened my phone, played a song and placed it on the floor. Going near her, I caught her hand and pus
"You need anything?" I settled Nisha's pillow.She shook her head. "Thank you for staying.""Don't irritate me." I poked her cheek. "Sleep. Today, I'm staying. Dad was tired." She smiled. "And no pizza.""I'm tired of hospital food, bro!" She whined. "Do this for your sister. Don't you love me?""Nisha--""Please, please, please. I have this bad taste in my mouth. I will not use chili flakes. I promise. I'm hungry. Too hungry.""I hate you. Dad will scold me," Mumbling, I took my phone out and ordered a pizza for both of us, but it worth the smile brought on her face and she slept soundly on her bed.Taking the opposite sofa, I laid across the seat. What was Alina doing? Should I call and check on her? What if she was sleeping and I would disturb her? What if she didn't want to talk to me?Taking my phone out, I wrote a text.Alina, up?I was about to press send but deleted it.I'm sorry for shouting at you that day. You know my anger. I understand your position. Let's talk calmly like