Sitting in the college canteen, Mehak had a dubious look on her face, waiting for the news of yesterday. This girl always dies to hear the happenings of my life. To her my life was a movie which could be watched whilst she ate popcorn, and one time she did bring popcorn and coke. I had ordered some food for both of us. I was hungry.
Veering back on the chair, I blurted out, "I met Dhruv yesterday."
She wasn't in my school but she knew about him. I had told her about him in our second year. Her face gave away nothing. Soon Ishika, Lavish, and Abhi joined us with the sandwich in their hands except Ishika who had a salad. Go with her diet plan.
"Who met who?" Lavish asked, while munching on his sandwich.
"No one." They didn't know anything about Dhruv and my past with him.
Luckily, Dhruv wasn't in the same college as mine which had been a tedious job.
They all gave me a suspicious glance but decided to let go. They knew I wasn't going to say anything when I had no desire to say anything.
"How was your first day in the studio? Saw some girls?" That would be Abhi only.
I gave an irritated look. "Your girlfriend is sitting right next to you."
He gave a quick glance to Mehak who said nothing because she knew how Abhi was. But she never backs down on being a volcano on him, something was strange today.
"Oh, I didn't see you there." She rolled her eyes in return and looked back at her nails.
The waiter placed my sandwich and coke on the table and went away. I peered at it with a smile and attacked it in a second.
"Didn't have breakfast again?"
I nodded. "Family drama as always."
"I'm going to be a director. Trust me, I will make a movie on your home. Sanchi and her daily story." Lavish old day comment.
"Don't forget to give me credit."
Lavish sensed something in my voice. It wasn't much cheerful or anything. I couldn't fake my mood in front of them. It was a hard job. But, nevertheless, he didn't say anything and pulled his phone out.
"What was today subject?" Abhi asked.
I remembered today morning and said, "My marriage as always."
He whistled slowly. "I think you should run away from your home. They're keen on getting you married."
I snorted. "Tell me something I don't know."
His face morphed a sly look. "You don't know that you're stupid." He forwarded his hand. "Money."
I shoved his hand with a smile on my face. "Go rot in dustbin and see you're an asshole."
He pouted and batted his eyelashes. "You always break my heart, Sanchi. Who I would flirt with if I go away? And you'll grow bore with these people."
"Hey!" They all yelled at Abhi who just winked at me. He always knew how to make my mood better. Chuckling, I took a bite of my sandwich.
" Or you should tell them about Ajay."
Just by his name, my smile spread over my face. Last night, it was different with him. He just talked to me, made no attempt to go to the room. Maybe something was changing between us. Maybe we were growing into something else.
"And be in trouble? They will surely marry me if they see I am seeing the son of their rival company. Not to forget Rakshit, who takes his business seriously."
"Huh, old people and their craziness over their work."
I launched the french fry at Abhi direction, ignoring Lavish scowl who was eating them. "You'll be one of them. Soon."
He rolled his eyes but said nothing in return.
Suddenly, Ishika voice echoed in the table. "OMG!"
Her famous dialogue whenever something happened.
"Now what?" We asked her in sync.
She ignored our talk and turned her phone to our direction. "Ranbir and Sonia broke up."
Didn't know why, but we laughed at her. She had a huge crush on Ranbir, huger than she had on my brother. Go into her room, you would find a personal album of his photos with hearts on each page. She was a pure stalker of him.
"Guys, I can finally propose him." That was when my laughter doubled.
Lavish controlled it and knelt closer to her. "And how you will do that, ishy-picky?"
"His F* and twitter account."
"Spam Queen is coming back." Abhi sizzled.
Ishika flicked her hair at the back. "You all are jealous. Wait and watch. Ranbir will be my boyfriend soon," She sneered. Soon meant never.
I shook my head at her childishness. Her and her stupid crush.
"I've even thought of our ship name. Ranis."
We ignored her rambling about her crushes. Lavish and Abhi were talking about some cricket match and trying to make us join in which never happened.
How was I going to see him again?
My phone beeped, and I opened to see a W******p message from Mehak. I hoisted my eyes up to see her, but she didn't look my way but her attention was on the phone.
Opening it, I read it.
Tell me why meeting Dhruv is bothering you?
I messaged back.
He is another designer.
Not a mood to joke
-_-
She didn't reply for some time, but then my phone vibrated.
You need to apologize to him for what you did.
Thanks, Caption obvious, but he is not ready to listen to me.
I was on this period time, where I had realized my mistake and started apologizing to people for it. But talking to Dhruv was tough, he didn't even pay attention to me, spoke rudely and harsh. And he was . . . changed.
Make him. You're Sanchi, you always make people listen to you.
Dhruv is changed. Not my best friend who listen to me.
So are you. You only said a year ago that you want to apologize, now do.
She was always the mature one and persistent with the things.
Wow, I didn't know it was so easy.
Stop being sarcastic.
Stop being dumb.
Huh! If you want to redeem yourself, then say to him.
Redeem myself. That was what I had been trying to do from past one year. To get people forgive me for my mistakes and move on from everything. But asking redemption was tough when I made so many mistakes. Sometimes I guess, you didn't deserve forgiveness for the things you do. And that was worst. Not being good enough for being forgiven.
Before I could say anything to her, my time to go to Studio had come. I bid my friends bye and walked out of the canteen.
Here comes my apology to him.
Well, I didn't mean to see him just as I enter the studio or the room which Piyush had told me to come in. He was standing, his back slightly bend and head leaned towards the table surface with his hand working on a sketchpad and a sketcher held in his hand. I had no idea that he was interested in doing a work like this. His fascination world always was found under the designs of technologies. He would always be in his game room like a lion in his den. Crawling him out was like getting the roots of trees out with our hands. Both of them were a tough job. I would apologize to him and then move on from the past. It was both of our mistakes, but my actions were the one which led to it. Entering in more, I saw Piyush was standing next to Dhruv which I hadn't seen before. His eyes fell o
This boy sketching had been improved. My eyes were probing his designs with an awed look morphing my face. The dress was a long one with a skirt underneath, a long top over which had a cut in the center, starting from the end of the chest and went down. It gave a full view of underneath skirt. But there was something missing in this outfit. I chewed on the back of my pencil whilst thinking about it. What might he have missed while drawing it? But then my mind sidetracked to some other direction, pondering about his hands which were hard but drawn such a design. It was light, filling the lighter and darker spaces at the accurate places. I used to love his artistic hands because they used to be longer, sleek and gripped the pencil in a fluent manner.
I think when you love somebody, you're ready to be whatever they want and for some time you want them to like you. You start behaving according to their wishes, dress the way they like and chose words they would like to hear. Because that was what maybe happening to me. Maybe I was falling in love with Ajay. We had been together for 3 months - longer than any other boyfriend of mine. And maybe this say something about us. We had been together, and now I tried to do the things he might like from me. I knew this red dress would attract him, make him happy because as soon his eyes fall on me, a shocking look wore his face. He opened his mouth but then closed it like a fish. Waving my hand in front of his face, he gulped badly. "You m
It was the twelfth call I had repudiated of Ajay. He needed to stop bothering me, but his mind was a size of a pea to understand anything. I had more things to worry about and pay my attention in. Vexed by it, I put my phone on a silent mode, to not disrupt me while I work. "Again on phone." Piyush gave me a spiked look like it was my fault. But it was my so called boyfriend. I had no idea where we both stood, neither I wanted to think about it. Thinking about it was like giving a tunnel for hurt to come and destroy me. Many bad breakups were already on the list and one more would join soon. I put my phone back to my purse.
"Why behaving like a bitch with her, huh?" "Don't tell me she seduced you to spend a pleasure and painful night." He shook his head in amusement. Wait a second. Was it amusement I saw in his face? "You still don't have a filter in your mouth. She was helping you." I gave him a look on the name of help. He cracked a smile. "Okay, pushing herself on you." "Exactly." Silence fell between us like a heavy cloak. He was standing close to me, so close. I could see the raw skin, stubble covering his half face, hair draped over his forehead, his lips stretched with pink in them like before. Brown eyes were evading looking at me, muscles were stiffened and something was strange about his
"Sanchi, wait." Mom called from behind. Turning, I saw she was standing outside the kitchen, hands on her hips and frown descended on her face. She was going to scold me for going without breakfast again. I slung the purse. "Mom, I'm getting late." But it was a waste of time arguing with her. "I don't want to hear any getting late." She came forward, wearing a traditional blue suit. I had no idea how she carried the weight of it without complaining. "Come and eat. You had been doing this from a week." "But-" She didn't hear any of my protests, as her hand encircled my wrist, stirring me to the dining room. While protesting, I was smiling at her antics. Twenty one years and her habit of pushing me to eat hadn't changed a little. She was the sweetest mom in the world, but sometimes sh
Knocking the third time, and was greeted by silence.Creasing my eyebrow in puzzlement, I thought would it be a good idea to barge in like this? But I had been knocking for a long time - three time - it was a long time. Contending with my inner self, I opened the door and was welcomed by silence again. No one was there. Mrs. Malhotra called me here, and herself faded with winky dust. Groaning, I was about to turn around when I saw a baby sitting on the couch.Ria.Toys were scattered around her and she was silent. I had never met a baby who remains quiet. Babies were noisy, but she wasn't. She was wearing a yellow skirt, her eyes staring at her barbie, small hands trying to grasp it. Walking ahead, I bent down on the floor. Her gaze landed on mine, she blinked rapidly. I felt awkward.
Pushing the glass door, my gaze hunted for a familiar black hair and caramel skin girl, while the smell of heavy caffeine invaded my nostrils and chatter of people made their way to my hearing senses. She was sitting at the back of the cafe. I trudged there and sat with a huff. She gave me a look."You're late." I mumbled a sorry and looked around the cafe. Same as any other. Brown walls, table with chairs and smell of coffee wafting my nose. Dropping my purse and the sketchbook, I leaned back. Mehak took it and started seeing them. It wasn't just mine. It was both of mine and Dhruv.It was that portfolio.Only few designs were there at the present. Some were incomplete, which Piyush he would help us later. He was too busy with his work and other weird activities of his day time.
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