Third position in Magical Grand Awards (Teen Fiction) hosted by Magical Community.
"I do love you, but to me, you're more than just the man I love. You're the dream that I've been chasing, the dream I've been fighting my whole life for, and if you'r...
"Is he going to call? Is he going to be okay?" Myra said out loud to herself.
She was sitting in her balcony, a light breeze blowing her hair. It wasn't cold but a perfect weather to sit outside. Moonlight was illuminating the streets, Dee and Amy were not home yet and Myra was relived that she was able to make it home on time.
"That painful expression of his, just breaks my heart." Myra said covering her face. Myra wished she could talk to someone about it, like Naina but how can she talk to her about all this. There is so much going on, that if Myra were tell it so someone, the other person would just freak out.
Amy and Dee had come home a little late.
Myra took out her phone and contemplated between calling Dhruv or texting him. She then decided to do both, but he didn't give any reply.
"I should just go to sleep now, shouldn't bother him much." Myra laid down on her bed and pulled up her sheets.
Then she remembered how Dhruv had his arm around her waist tightly, the veins in his arms, the tic that was very much evident in his face after those douchebags-.
Myra put a stop to he thoughts, her thoughts were getting wilder and wilder by every passing moment. She closed her eyes shut and went to sleep but couldn't these thoughts were stubborn than she thought.
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"Myra's it's time to-" Dee opened the door only to see Myra sitting on her bed, fully dressed. her eyes were red, eyebags evident.
Dee looked at her confusion trying to figure out what happened and said, "Myra, why are you making expressions like a lady in Indian soap opera who is sad because her husband is dead again?"
"What?" Myra said clearly offended that her grams was comparing her to soap operas.
"Anyway, come downstairs for breakfast. Oh lord who is at the door at this time?" Dee said going downstairs, Myra moved towards the balcony and she couldn't believe her eyes, she even rubbed them twice.
Her jaw went slack, "You've got to be kidding me, how can he believe what I said." Myra said in a disbelieving tone.
Downstairs Vijay was dresses up as a 70's disco dancer costume, flashy shiny golden jacket, bootcut golden pants, and the he even had had a wig on, the horrible hair style which was apparently a trend in the 70s.
"Oh God!" Myra said completely horrified at the scene unfolding in front of her. She quickly went downstairs and Amy had open the door and to make it even more worse Vijay had prepared a step too with a 70s song playing in the background.
Usually Amy who is usually laughs or get irritated at his tactics had a horrified look plastered on her face, she was to appalled at the scene unfolding in front of her that she had no time to pass a snide comment.
