Denying part was easy.
Ajay stood on his ground to make me go with him on a date - fancy one. But I didn't have time left in my schedule at all. I hadn't even brushed, and kissed him like this only. It came to my mind later, and for some miracle he didn't get the idea of foul breath. Maybe it could be because of the food I ate. He did ask why I taste like eggs, and I lied to him the same thing I said to mom.
I was at Ishita's house.
Lying in the relationship was bad. It was like a first step to cheating and I felt like I was cheating him by hiding the fact that I was with Dhruv, not Ishita. But he wouldn't have understood me and asked million questions. Questions which I wasn't ready to answer yet. He never understood my part and blamed me back.
But that wasn't love. And when I said I love him, a feeling of wrong coursed, throat burned as it was a lie rolling down my tongue. I should've buried it dee
Fifteen minutes was a long time to stay in the car and look at her house. It shouldn't be tough. I just had to open the door, go inside her house and meet her and apologize for everything. For every name I called her, every teasing I did and for that one night.But my hands were sweaty and knots had increased. A heavy bag was on my lap, making it harder for me to move.Dad would be angry if he knew I was near her house. I wasn't allowed to go and visit her. I was restricted. Enough of the damage was done by my hands, and I should leave it be.I gripped the steering wheel.You ruin my whole life.Why did you do this to me?Closing my
"Sanchi, hi." He glanced at the car and realization dawned on him. It was my car. "It's your car." Snapping out of the daze, he came towards me. "What are you doing here?" "I should be asking. Why are you here and in that uniform?" Sheepishly, he scratched his head and said, "I don't do this job if you're thinking. My friend, David, had to go out with his little sister. And this job is his home income. So, I just took his shift." "You took it?" I practically shouted. Day by day he was shocking me with his actions. Every time I saw him, it was like seeing a whole new person. And I didn't know what to think about it. He was changed. Too much changed. And the thing which confused was should I accept this Dhruv or miss the one which I had lost to the world?
Halting the car, I peered back at him and was met by his intense gazing. I hadn't forgotten the nickname he used for me, causing the heartbeat to skyrocket and hands to quiver. It had been such a long time since I heard him taking this name. For fifteen minutes, I didn't say anything, replaying his words in my mind, again and again, to see if I was dreaming. I had even pinched myself - ridiculous as I was. But it wasn't.He really called me bear. His bear.No doubt I didn't look like a bear anymore, but the nickname was something I fancied. I loved it."Thanks for dropping me." He said.Blinking, I replied, "You drove, not me. So thank you for driving me."Chuckling, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking deeply."Would you mind if I ask something?"I shook my head in reply. I had asked so many questions from him without a
Shrugging his hands off, I was going to my room when I heard dadi speaking, "She has ruined my son's life.""Dadi enough!" Rakshit exclaimed. I didn't pay any attention. I was too numb to feel anything and walked back to my room. Closing the door, I sank on my knees and shook to cry, but no tears came out and embraced me. I wanted the weight to be lift out of my heart. I didn't want to feel the burden. I didn't want to feel guilty for ruining my dad's life. I didn't want to feel guilty for anything."Why nobody trusts me?!" I mumbled and thrived to cry. I wanted the storm to break out and leave me. Just leave me alone with everything and cry until my eyes dried and I could put myself together up after breaking on the floor.Why didn't dad listen to me? He always did.
Empty eyes gazed back at me, overflown marks of mascara running down like rain marked the cheeks, chapped lips were dying to be wet. I put my quivering hands over the box and opened it, taking out the things to hide away the sadness which overshadowed my face.Taking the wipes, I cleaned away the mascara. I had put it before but angered myself, and used it wrong, letting it go south. Swiping the wipes over the face, I cleaned the sign of anger from the face. Placing them back on the table, I took the concealer and hide the dark circles which marked the stress of the last night.Little by little, I took every sign of sadness and anger and pain from my face until I could only see was the clean face, looking unbreakable like always. No crack and no pain would be seen by everyone else. Even me, just for a second.Then I would clearly see the cracks, one after the another, ready to break down and show the real t
My heart throbbed with the sentence. He still loved her. Nodding, I cut the call and put the phone back to its place. It was of no use arguing with him. If he didn't want to take it, then he wouldn't take. Ria slept with the bottle in her mouth only. Dhruv took it out and placed her back in the crib. We weren't going to go to the studio today. Piyush had said us to come early tomorrow in the morning and he would take us somewhere tomorrow and that for today, we should see how to get the dresses ready. "Do you want to eat?" I shook my head. "I'm eating and so you're eating too." He started walking out of the room and I chased him out of the room to deny his offer. I wasn't hungry. Without spinning around, he said, "Don't say anything. I know you haven't eaten anything since Saturday night." The night when I slept with him telling me a story. I was shocked to see he hadn't cut the call even when I had slept. The call
DHRUV'S POV : - "Rule number one behave. I don't want you both to argue - ""We don't argue." We said in unison. Piyush scowled at us, hands folded over his chest."Next time you both interrupt, I'll find new designers," He said coldly. Stooping away from his eye sight, I watched around the room. "Now, don't argue, see the style of the photo shoot, see the dresses. Any dress will be a waste if a model doesn't know how to carry it. She can turn the worse dress into the next trend, or the best dress into an utter failure."I nodded from half heart and let him speak. I didn't aspire to be here, amidst the bright and blinding lights of this world. I desired to go away and be who I was even if it meant lingering in a virt
Widening my eyes, I read it again. Going back, I saw more messages were like this. Some were similar, and some were blaming and calling names which didn't knock my head ever.Anger was what I felt at first. Blazing fury to throw this phone against the wall and then track the persons and break his fingers, and never message someone like this. Never message anything like this to Sanchi ever."Dhruv, my phone." Snapping out of the anger, I saw Sanchi was standing there in front of me with a beaming smile. Strands of hair were covering her face, but she used her fingers to pull them back. "My phone." The texts reminisced, and the anger invaded again with the fire ready to explode.She took it from my hands and saw what I was seeing. Her smile collapsed, and blank face became her new veil. She didn't dare to pull her eyes up when asked, "why did you do it? You don't see someone messages. Don't you know privacy?"
Bending on the ground, I smoothed her hair for the tenth time. Nobody could blame me for making sure my daughter looked best for her first day in the school even though a part of me was scared of sending her.She would be okay."I will be okay," She said, as if getting the devious thoughts conjuring my mind. From the corner of my eye, I found Dhruv with same tension, same frown."Promise me you won't run." I advanced my hand to her. "If you don't feel good, you'll tell the teacher."I had explained to her in charge about her heart and how doing physical activities weren't good for her, and some days, she gets out of breath. Her surgery would fix everything but not right now. For a while, she had to go through it until she became strong enough to handle a bypass to cover the holes."Promise." She placed her small hand on mine and squeezed it."Be a good girl," Dhruv said, crunching to my level. "You don't want to cry?" I nudge Dhruv's stomach. She was doing pretty good till now and by
[ D H R U V ' S P O V ]Shedding the sleep off from my eyelids, I got up from the bed, leaving the blanket and ran my hand through my messy hair. Sleep tumbled down but the weariness and headache was thrashing my head.I couldn't sleep off after the crying, acted like I had slept to make Sanchi doze to the peaceful night. She didn't have to get up, and see how much fucked we all could get. That behind the act of a merry group laid the most fucked up people of the world.Fucked up seemed like an understatement.Grabbing the shirt from the floor, I wore it. I needed a strong coffee to curb the hangover. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. I should have known my limits, and been adhere to them. Stupid, nonsense me.The blanket was nearly falling on the floor. Fisting it in my hands, I covered Sanchi, letting it rest till her chest but her shivering didn't stop. Cold. It was too cold here and this stupid girl had no ounce of care about herself. No matter what I do, she never understood how a
"Wake up and shine, bear." Tugging my lips in a smile, I squeezed my eyes tighter, snuggling deeper into the blankets. It was too much comfortable, sleeping on a soft mattress and having no tension of the work. I wish I could go on a long time vacation, with no deadline of coming back and handle the life of work and tension.His hand rested on my neck, lips stirring against my ear. "Wake up before I throw water at you." Instantly my eyes flew open and I pushed his figure away from me, but to my luck the jug of water was spilled over my hair. As if finally feeling the cold, I flew my hands in the air to curb down the cold, but it froze on my skin, chilling my bones.Wiping my hand over my face, I glared at Dhruv, who looked terrified, but had an audacity to wear a smug smile."What the hell, Dhruv?" I screeched, wiping the blanket away from my water dripped body. "Why you brought the water?"He joined me on the bed, placing his shoes on the white bed sheet. Giving him a dirty glare, I
“You packed everything?” Mom asked for the tenth time. Suppressing the groan, I nodded, helping the driver to put the luggage at the back. “Medicines? Towels? Remember to wear warm clothes if it gets cold. Don’t forget to eat, and most importantly, stay away—“ Whirling, I placed my hands on her shoulder, silencing her marathon of reminders she had been putting in my mind since a week. Ever since I told her I was going on a road trip with Dhruv and his friends, she had been worried to hell. I had reminded her Dhruv was there—her servant. He was truly her servant. They both would get together, discuss my bad habits and how much of a bad person I was. The only thing I could do was watch them, and wonder how they could be my mother and boyfriend. They both were gossip queens along with dadi. Talking all the hot news of the area, media, celebrity and everything from scarp. Even Meghna had become tired of them. “I’ve packed everything.” I cocked my head to the side. “And you double ch
Nervousness coiled around my throat, anxiety seized my feet and an everlasting smile stayed on my face. Fisting my hands on my lap, I endeavor to scorn the smell of henna, but it wafted around my nose.The heaviness of the dress made me rooted to my place. How was I supposed to walk in such a heavy lehenga? No matter what, it was a beautiful red lehenga with threaded golden embroidery. I loved it the first time mom had taken me for wedding shopping. I love the detailed golden embroidery on the skirt. The golden blouse was a complimentary, stopped right at the bottom of my chest.Dhruv didn't like because it was too short.But you don't get marry every day and I had insisted I wanted it. The red dupatta on my head was held with the help of pins, and half dropping on my shoulder."Sanchi, you need anything?" I lifted my eyes to her.Shaking my head, I tried to move my hands, and the noise of kaliren echoed around the room."Why am I wearing so many of them?" I hoisted my hands, showing
Dhruv POV Their were moments you hated in your life. Moments you wanted never to come and that you could press the skip button and never face them. It was like GTA 5. When you hate a mission, you skip it and jump onto another, avoiding the difficulties. I wish life was like a GTA 5 but it wasn't and I had to face the dreaded moment. "Dhruv, get out of the room." Kabir banged the door. "We'll miss the flight.""Coming, idiot," I yelled. "And fucking lower your voice, Ria is eating."Pushing the wallet in my pocket, I opened the wardrobe and collected the small box. Kabir and Rahul yelled my name back. Peering at the ceiling, I asked again why they both were my friends.Because you love them.Sanchi words echoed. Glaring at the door, I opened it and gave them a duh look. They returned the favour. "Fuckers." They both flipped me off. Where was Alina to control him? Kabir pointed his finger at my chest. "This time you cursed. Isn't it Ria?"My cruel daughter nodded and walked to me,
Parking the car at the distance, I checked the weight in my pockets. It was time. I could do this and free the tangled weight from my heart forever. Get over with it and move on with your life. I wish he was here, guiding me like he did that day.Closing the thoughts, I vacated the car with my presence. Their was no other place than this. Nothing could relief me the way it did. It was my solace. The place where I would spend most of my time, sitting and indulging with the air on my face, grass on my feet and feel of nature around me.The place where I first saw him as a child.Pushing the steel gate, I went in. The noises of children invaded my ear, swings captured my gaze and his smile on the distance made me hitch my breath.He was holding a pram. Ria must be in there.I was about to look away when his eyes connected with mine. It had been three weeks since I saw him. Three weeks since I ended us to see where I belong.Three weeks since I was trying to find myself. Three weeks sinc
It was same like this for next few days—or nights. Mom would come to my room, and sleep with me. One time, I burst into tears and snuggled in her lap, crying my heart out. I was missing Dhruv. He didn't try to contact me again and I started regretting my decision for leaving him. He loved me and I didn't know why I wasn't going to him.Nobody asked me where I was for two days. Dad went out of the town that night only. Mom said it was an emergency but I didn't pay attention. In college, my friends asked but I said nothing, and at last, they gave up. One day I went to Abhi house. He told me he was leaving Delhi after graduation.He was going to Mumbai to pursue his film directory line. He looked better than before, no more heartbroken boy who had no idea what to say and how to behave. I was happy seeing him and asked if he was okay."Sanchi, I can't spend my whole life in misery for her betrayal.
I wish I could reverse things with a magic wand, or a dusty powder.Sometimes I think humans should've something magical, helping them to overcome complicated problems.Dhruv's hand clamped with mine and I took a deep breath to calm my notorious nerves. I was in a big trouble. My parents were going to kill me. If I hadn't done something to get on their nerves before, I surely had done this time. What would I say to them? How would I explain the drugs and my whereabouts? I had been missing for two days, and clearly, I had lost the car too.Not lost. It was at the club parking lot. I would get it tomorrow."Let's go," Dhruv tugged my hand. I stared at him. "No more meetings." I nodded. His eyes held so many emotions. "No more you." I bit my bottom lip. "I just want to do this before we go in." He leaned closer and touched his lips to my forehead. I relished the feel of his lips against my skin. "I love