When everything was done, I grabbed the towel from the cabinet and tied it around her body after drying her hair."My shirt?" She nodded. "Will you wait whilst I change my clothes?""You're leaving?" She asked in a scared tone."Just across the room. I need to change my wet clothes." Seeing her terrified expression, I caught her hand, grabbed my bag from the hall and took her to my room. "Sit here. I will be there." Smiling a bit, I opened my wardrobe and was surprised to find it was cleaned. As if suddenly remembering, I stared back and found no dust was present.She must've cleaned it herself.Opening my bag, I caught my clothes and changed quickly and when I turned back, her attention was on me. It was fair. I saw her naked. She could see me too.Taking a shirt out, I turned to her, gripped her hand lightly and made her stand up."Help?" I asked.She nodded.How much would more trust you put in me?Untying her towel knot, I allowed it pool on our feet and slid in the shirt from her
[ K A B I R ' S P O V ]"Why your girlfriend is blushing too much today?" My head raised from my book to stare at Kriti and Alina, joining us under the tree.My gaze halted at Alina, or more like the pink glow apparent on her face. Ignoring Kriti, she sat next to me and her shy smile was a giveaway to me. She was thinking about last night. I was thinking about last night."Why are you saying to him?" Sagar laughed, clutching his stomach. "He's grinning without any reason today too.""Shut up, loser." I slung my arm over Alina's shoulder, but she didn't turn her attention to me, opened her novel and started reading it. "Do you even study your course books?""As a matter of fact, she does," Kriti interrupted, sitting next to Deb on the ground and waved her hand to remove the sweat rising on her face. "Explain to me who studies in college? I hate her marks. I hate college, too much work, too many assignments and projects and character studies.""There is a reason I call her bookworm." I
[ A L I N A ' S P O V ]Placing my handbag on the table, I gawked at the beer bottles and twisted my lips in anger. He knew I hated the leftovers bottle placed on the table. If he invited his friends to the apartment, they should learn to throw them in the dustbin."Kabir! Clean the table! I'm not doing it!" I shouted, untying my hair and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "What the fuck?" I shouted at the person standing opposite to me."Hey," Dhruv mumbled nervously.Narrowing my eyes, I called, "Kabir! Where the hell is you?!""Alina, calm down." Dhruv placed his mug on the table top.Refusing to talk to him, I glared at my running boyfriend. How dare he invite Dhruv to our apartment? Didn't he know I hated this man for anything in the world? He insulted me as if it was nothing. He told my life to a girl who didn't deserve it. He pitied me and became my friend because of my past. I hadn't asked him to become my friend. I wasn't desperate for a person like him.I hated hi
Someone tapped my shoulder. Shrugging it off, I snuggled deeper into my pillow, tightening the blanket over me."Five minutes more," I slurred. "Kabir, let me sleep.""Uff, this girl thinks of Kabir in her sleep also." Shocked by the owner of the voice, I flew my eyes open and blinked my eyes rapidly but the view didn't change. Screaming, I sat up on the bed and hugged her tightly. "Nisha, what are you doing here?"She laughed. "Dhruv." She slapped my hands off from her neck. "That stupid left Delhi. Kabir called me last night. I came with Rahul. He's too annoying. The whole flight I had to listen to his stupid flirting with the girl sitting next to us. And that bitch. How could she cheat on him? I will fucking kill her. If I see—""Shush." I pushed my hair at the back, standing on the bed and planted my hands on her shoulder to steady myself. "Your college?""It's weekend. Two-day holiday won't change anything. I had to lie to mom and dad that I was missing Kabir, but they wouldn't le
She slapped me.Of course, she would. That's what mom and dad did. Whenever I tried to do something, they slapped me to shut me down.From the side, Dhruv tried to step forward and say something but I shook my head.It was normal for me."You disgust me," she panted. "How could you be my daughter? Leave this place before I slap you again.""I don't care.""What?""I don't care," I gritted. "I'm not leaving. Do whatever you want." Her hand raised and the burning spread to the other side of the cheek."Aunty, enough!" Rahul shouted, caught my hand and pushed me into the back. "You're hurting her."Before she could respond, the door opened at her back and a figure entered, panting and breathing heavily."Alina," Kabir whispered his tracksuit still on. His gaze fell to my mom. "Aunty, I—""You shut up!" Mom whirled, shouting at him. "What have you done to my daughter?! I knew you would do this. She's innocent. You must have said her words to get her to do this. I called your parents." He s
"Alina," he sang. Blinking my eyes, I stared into the black orbs of his. "You slept. Was I too hard?" He pulled his lips down. I looked around desperately. "Don't be scared. I put your clothes on."Struggling, I tried to push him off with my small hands but he chuckled darkly."Nobody stays much here, is it?" I gulped, staring at the window at my side, ignoring his stare. "Misha is busy with summer school. Your mom and dad always stay at work. And my mom, uff, she's on the other side of the house, sleeping."I started crying, remembering what he would again.Why couldn't anyone see him?"Don't cry." He pressed his hand hard against my cheek. "I said don't cry. I hate when you cry. You're such a crybaby." He tugged my hair, slapped me. "Stop crying." His nails dug into my cheek. "Do you want to get punished? Huh!" He stood up, leaving my body alone as I gathered myself on the bed. "So small, yet too irritating."He caught my hair. "I said stop crying! You're ruining my mood! I wanted to
"Kabir? Have you been running?" His mother asked.Shocked by his name, I stared at the back to find him panting in his nightwear."Is Alina here?" He didn't care to wait for his answer and halted his eyes at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He sauntered inside. "Nisha couldn't lie in front of me."Of course.He and Nisha had this weird twin mojo."Who said you to come and talk to my parents?" He asked. "What are you doing here? Did dad say anything to you?" I shook my head."Actually," his dad interrupted. "We were going to have a breakfast. Mind joining us?" He gaped at his dad. "It has french toast and your favorite paranthas.""But weren't you angry at me?" He asked innocently. I controlled my laughter and coughed to cover up the signs."Yes, but your girlfriend has a way of melting it." His dad winked at me. "Let's have a breakfast together." His father nodded at the breakfast table. "Enough fights.""I'm still living with her," he argued."She made it clear." His mother placed a hand
"Alina, stop crying." Sniffing, I ignored Kabir's pleading and paid attention to the work at the task. "I hate when you cry." He placed his thumb on my cheeks but I shrugged it off. "I hate this. I'm sorry. I won't say such stuff again.""Shut up. It's hurting me." I pressed the back of my hand to my eyes to stop the tears and burning at the back of my eyes. "I hate you.""But baby, you should've listened to me." He took the knife from my hands. "Stop crying, please. I promise I won't say your cooking sucks. I was teasing you."Pushing the onions far away from my sight, I glared at him. "Because of this, I'm making the dish again. Stupid." I slapped his hands. "I hate you. I threw all of it in the dustbin."His lips quirked up in a smile. "Blame the onions. Who told you to cut them?" He started cutting them and soon, his eyes were red and he was sniffing. "I hate onions."Giggling at his attempts, I moved around the kitchen to get him a napkin and clean his eyes."Explain me again why