Shades Of Purple

Chapter 32 - Nice person

@JW Marriott Hotel, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

[Eight days later- 24th March]

RAGHVANSH'S POV:

I shoot Kaushal a questionable look as he continues to smile and blush, probably typing something on his phone.

Why's no one initiating the talk?!

I look around only to find the rest of my teammates either using their phones or gossiping. I divert my attention back to sir who is as standing at the far end of the room— having a chat with Azwan Syed, coach of Malaysia's team.

Both the teams are in the dining room right now as we were told to wait here after Dinner but I highly doubt anyone here is interested for any sort of talk.

I walk up to them, ignoring the jobless people around me. Flashing both the coaches a smile, I say- "Hello to both of you. I'm really sorry if I have disturbed your conversation."

I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly and Azwan Sir pats my arm saying- "No problem young boy. I assume you want to talk to Mr Bharatwaj."

Nodding, I turn to Apoorv Bharatwaj, our coach- "Uh...Coach. When is the talk or whatever it is going to begin?"

I say only to realise— I sound like a teenager complaining for the delay in morning assembly.

"Well, Raghvansh. We were thinking, how about we ask the management to send you the mail as all we wanted to discuss was the schedule for the events this week. Is that okay with Raghvansh?" He says and continues to smile as if it isn't a big a deal.

I nod and walk away as I have a social image to look after and yelling at my coach wouldn't look good. The fuck does he mean by the meeting won't happen? I've been waiting for goddamn 45 minutes now and he says it so casually. People on this planet won't stop annoying me at all, will they?

I get back to where the team is and drop myself beside Kaushal— who he seems to be unaffected by my presence.

"Oyee (hey you), Singhania!" No reply. "Singhania! Kaushal?!"

Is he ignoring me something? I yell in his ear- "Kaushal Singhania!"

"Huh?" He turns to me with a frown on his forehead and looks at me as if I'm the one who's lost his brain cells. "Why'd you shout in my ear, Raghvan?'

I snort and reply- "Because I've called out your name for more than thrice now, kuthe haravla ahes tu? (where are you lost?)"

"It's nothing, just texting one of my friends," He casually says.

I grab the phone from his hand— knowing that he doesn't have any friend other than our group plus he's blushing, so yes— I must check his phone like a loyal and caring friend. Not to forget I'm curious.

Ignoring his attempts of snatching it from my hand, I open the upmost chat window which is named as Rahul.

I widen my eyes as I see a 'I miss you sooo much Rahul' message.

"Who's this Rahul?!" I whisper— not wanting any of the players to listen. He passes me nervous smile.

He looks everywhere but in my eye and shutters- "A fri-friend of mine."

Really, really Kaushal? I won't catch your lies, is that what you think?

Kaushal is Bisexual and yes, he thinks it's not normal to be one. Be it me or anyone, we've always told him— that we're proud of him and it doesn't change anything between us. He's still the same Kaushal I've known for years.