6. Forget Me Not

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.

We both liked art and sketching, but Dhruv was more of technology and game person. He used to say one day he would make a game which all world would see.

"Bear, what you want to do when you become old?" A twelve-year boy asked me.

I peered at his side. We both were laying on his bed, me with my sketchpad and him with his joystick. "Idiot, not old but adult."

He grinned for his foolish mistake which I always found appealing. He didn't get neglected when I would make his mistakes correct but grin in return.

"Okay, baba, adult. So tell na. . ." He pursued.

Sighing, I laid my sketchpad at the side. It was good that we both were neighbors, could go to each other house whenever we both desire.

"I will be like your mom."

His expression was confused, but then reality dragged on his face. "You want to be a mother, huh? I wonder how your babies will handle you with your poking belly." To mention his point, he poked his finger in my stomach.

I was a little fat.

Swatting his hands away, I narrowed my eyes. "Dhruv, how much more stupid you can get? I mean a fashion designer." He nodded back and placed his joystick to the table side.

"What about you?" I twisted, keeping my hand under my chin.

He grinned. "I will make a video game. Lots of video game with deadly shooters, zombies and missions."

That was his dream. Just then, his mom had entered and told me Rakshit was here to take me home.

I snapped out of my old memories and gawked at the design. This didn't look like a video game to me. I wonder if he still played like he used to before? Did his wife let him play? Was he happy with her? But I didn't think of Dhruv who would marry this soon and have a daughter as well. And I had no idea why he didn't live with his family anymore.

He had an older and younger brother. No sign of any sister. He was always close to his dad and adored him to no end. But maybe things must have changed.

My phone rang from my side and I picked it up.

"Babe." One word and it was sufficient to make me smile.

"Hey." I closed the sketch pad and placed it on the side. The sketching could wait.

"Let's go to club?"

I saw the time and it was 8 pm. "Don't you think it's late?"

"Since when things became late for you? Sanchi your life starts at night only." It was before when I wasn't in studio but now my schedule was filled for the day. In morning I was in college, then I was in studio which always emptied my energy.

I had no problem with it but proud of myself that I got selected in the team, not in any training sector where they taught us, but as a intern to train as well as see things and join in.

"Kind of tired."

"It's a party. Dance, alcohol, vodka, shots. You love it girl. Come for me." I sighed.

"Okay, but no alcohol." Because I had to be in college, and then studio. Having alcohol only led to a heavy hangover which always plundered my day.

"Great. Meet me near your house." I nodded and hung the call.

Getting up from the bed, I went to my wardrobe to get something to wear. In the last, I chose a tight fitted red dress which stopped at my mid thigh. Taking off my present clothing, I wore the dress and zipped it from the side.

Walking to my dresser, I did some makeup to hide my sour mood which Dhruv had turned off me today. When I was done, I looked in the mirror.

My hair were of midnight black which sometimes appeared dark blue to people. My eyes were in the a shape of doe, chocolate brown color which complimented my peach face. The dress hugged me at right corners. I had lost all my baby fat which I was proud of.

I looked sexy and hot. Giving myself an air kiss and a wink, I grabbed my clutch from the side drawer and went downstairs.

Time to be me. Without any Dhruv in it.

I was walking away only when a voice from my behind heckled me on my tracks. Turning around, I saw Megna was approaching me with a serious look.

Before she could say anything, I blurted out, "Going to club with my friends."

Her lips tightened. "If Rakshit hears it, I'm sure you can go to thousand clubs."

I rolled my eyes at her sarcastic comment. Did she have to bring the party spoiler when I was going to have some fun?

"You're my best bhabi na? Don't tell him then." I pouted. Little did I know, she would tell him.

"I'm your only bhabi." She slapped on my arm. "And don't call me that." She hated whenever I called her bhabi. According to her, it made her look old. But she already was. I mean a 35 years old lady couldn't be a young girl.

"Anyway, please. I haven't been to party for what-" I pulled my fingers out. "- 7 days."

"You know dad already has a problem with your this party and boozing thing."

I draped my one arm over her shoulder. "Old man needs to chill out." I bent closer to her face. "How about we mix beer in his milk? It's a good plan."

She swatted my hands away from her shoulder before giving me a look but from inside she was thinking the same.

"Don't come home drunk. Don't want a repeat of last time."

When last time I had drink, Ajay dropped me home like this only. To my luck, grandma had seen it and like old people were, she created a huge drama in home saying what type of girl I was who drink. Dad came out and yelled at me for my behavior.

Since I was drunk, I had overlooked most of it and in last I puked in the living room carpet and blacked out with a hangover. For a week, I was grounded. No phone, no friends, just college and then home. Worst week for me.

"Okay, I will be careful." I started walking out when out of nowhere my brother appeared.

Was it today only when all had to come?

His eyes roamed over my outfit before they turned to stone. I was getting myself ready to hear his scolding.

"I thought mom gave away your childhood clothes." From my behind, Megna chuckled and my jaw dropped on the floor.

My dress didn't look anything like a child dress. It was sexy and hot.

I revived. "It's a club dress, my idiot brother."

"Then I think you need to change. You're not going out like this." He walked ahead, joined Meghna side.

What was with brothers and their over protective side?

"I will. Stop me." He knew better than to call dad because I too had many secrets about him. We both had a gap of 11 years which means we fought less but he was my savior brother from any trouble.

He sighed deeply. "Be home before midnight. I will be waiting."

And that's how you win a fight with your brother. Blackmail him with his own secrets.

I nodded, but not before I heard him saying. "She wasn't like this before."

I squeezed my eyes to stop myself from making any awful and immoral comment. He was saying like he had figured me out when I was the lost one with my personality. I had no idea who I was anymore but one thing was sure.

I was always like this, you didn't see me.