Mallika Singh, a 22 years old, is an ambitious dancer. She is combination of beauty and brain or someone who should be called as "Perfectionist". She is a positive girl with curious mindset. She is quite sarcastic and philosophical if she wants to...
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MALLIKA
I was having some casual conversation with my friend about our college days. I missed those days. Those days used to be full of fun with my crazy friends. From pulling pranks on each other to go clubbing together, it was a different level of fun. After our graduation, we had become busy with our own life that we barely got times to meet and spend quality times.
My phone suddenly beeped in the midway of our conversation. I excused them and went little away from the crowd for attending the call. It was my grandmother.
"Hello"
"Mallika dear, have you yet eaten anything?" She asked. I knew that she was calling me for this reason. She was always worried about me. Sometimes it irritated me but deep down I knew that she cared for me a lot.
"No, I haven't had anything still now. But I am going to have something soon." I answered honestly.
"Yeah, do your dinner and come back soon. It's already late at night" She sounded stern. However, it didn't faze. She could never be strict with me. Whenever I would just go and hug her, all her strictness would just vanish in a minute.
"Ok. But don't wait for me. I might be late today.Also don't forget to take your medicines after dinner. " I ordered her. She had this habit of avoiding medicines if she would get any chance. So I always took care of this matter. I heard her giggling on the other side like a teenage girl.
"Yes, mother. I will." She said playfully. I giggled too.
"Goodbye. Take care. I will come soon." I said and she too wished me goodnight. I hung up the call and started to move to the party. Then I noticed that Sumit was talking to someone on the phone and his back facing to me. I went near him to tell him to come in the party.
"You just fuck off.I am Sumit for Angel only, not for you,dude.And I am truely hating the fact that I have to bear such an ugly name with me to know everything about the angel properly.I am the greatest Mafia, Mr.Sumedh, who is born to do great,is tolerating the current situation only for that angel.Shame on me " I heard him saying those words. I halted on my step as soon as I heard those words. I was dumbstruck to hear his statement. He was not Sumit. He was Sumedh, a known underground gangleader. I felt my chest vibrating in anticipation as I felt the ground beneath my feet stumble. As he continued talking, I let out a shaking breathe. I felt the pain of betrayal and my eyes got teary to face the truth. I stiffened in shock when he finally ended the call and turned towards me.
He seemed to be in shock when he found me. I wiped my tears away getting the courage to speak something.
"Should I call you Sumit or Sumedh? And the angel is me.Right ?" I asked choking on my words. I believed him but he was a fraud.
"Mallika,it's...just....that.....
Before he could speak any lies, I ran from the spot disregarding his calls.
