Deluged - The Teenage Love ✔️

Chapter 23

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~Ella~

I parked my jeep in front of a small house and rechecked the paper that was clutched inside my fist.

'House No. 43. Near Sillovian Park. Street 2.'

"Perfect", I whispered to myself.

It had been a tough time to find this address. I don't know how many months I have wasted of my precious little life, trying to figure out her fucking address.

She had always been lame.

I jumped out of the door and saw a woman working in her garden. That was probably the only house there and I could see the women, watering the plants at 12 o'clock. I felt a second hand embarrassment looking at her.

That's the basic moral of gardening, that we need to water the plants either at early morning or at late evening.

'This women is another level', I thought, but I had no option, other than going to her and asking her about Nova.

I have already been disappointed with many people regarding her. And if this women doesn't know her then I am definitely heading back to England.

I don't care.

I settled my clothes and went up to her. She had turned her back towards me.

There could be two things, either she had noticed me and she didn't want to talk or, maybe she is a 'I mind my own business' women, who doesn't inquire about the person who has parked her jeep in front of her house.

Anyways - I asked her if she knows Nova, sweetly and politely.

I don't remember Nova's full name. She must have married her boyfriend and I don't know if people know her from her school name or not. So to be on a safer side, I just used her first name.

She turned her front towards me, and examined me from head to toe.

She was looking pretty, accept for the fact that she was looking lazy enough, that she could sleep in the scorching heat of the sun in her garden and melt herself like an ice cream.

Jeez, I am so lame.

Nevertheless, she had worn a light yellow summer dress. And tied her hair back with a scrunchie? Or whatever it was.

She looked hot. But not hotter than me.

Wow!

I don't know but when I looked at her, I got the vibes that 'Yes! I've seen this face before'.But then, I never came to London. So I must haven't seen her. But she looked Indian. Black hair with shit brown eyes, the most common attribute of an Indian.

After exchanging a few more sentences, she led me inside her house. Was I supposed to be here? But? Who cares.

I was disgusted seeing the condition of the room, the dust laden furniture made me puke like hell. Not forgetting the dust allergy that I had since childhood.

After some minutes of examining the room, I found a photo frame, which had Nova's picture. What was this picture doing here? And where is she?

I was happy that after a month at least, I found some clue of the 'lost girl'.

But I don't think God wants me to be happy. I was shocked when I heard the news that Nova had committed suicide. Firstly, I wasn't able to believe it and secondly, my heart broke for a while, and I couldn't sense anything other than remembering her goofiness while we were in school.

All our memories came flashing back in my mind and a tear or two left my big eyes.

The women started laughing, I stared at her for a few seconds. Now I completely believed that she was a mad women, who was definitely left by her husband for the fact that she murdered her own child.

Hatts of to my imagination, but did Nova commit suicide? I again changed my character to the shocking girl who just heard the news of her friend committing suicide.

The laughter increased and I glared into her eyes.

Thanks to my intimidating self.

But her eyes spoke another story. Her eyes seemed the same way as I remember was Nova's, the same spark that she carried in her school days.

Jeez! This is Nova. She is pranking me. Am I so dumb?

I chucked the photo frame towards her head, so that she could die of brain clotting. 'Damn! She is insane.' I thought.

After 15 more minutes of laughing, I told her to make a cup of coffee for me. I couldn't risk my heart for her silly prank. I know she was lame,insane,stupid and everything that she shouldn't be.

I was so lost in cursing her that I didn't realise that my phone was buzzing since some seconds. I again heard a buzzing sensation from the pocket of my pants. I picked up the call and an excited smile brightened my matte nude lips.

I saw the name flashing on my mobile screen. The name itself gave me goosebumps.

"Hey baby" I said picking up the call and ignoring her suspected eyes.

"Yes I've finally found her ------- I'll call you in a while --------- okay I love you", I said and disconnected the call while she was still staring me with suspected eyes.

"My fiance", I whispered, I could feel the colour rising over my cheeks.

"Oh my god!! Someone's engaged and didn't even invite me. Ohoo, someone's blushing. Call the ambulance.", she said with a smirk on her face and the overly sarcastic tone that she used to use in our school days.

I hate my cheeks for flaunting my emotions. Jeez.

"Shut up", I snapped at her. She is insane.

"Okay so now tell me as to what are you doing here and what are you upto.", I continued. " Coming directly to the topic, I was looking for you since a month. I had been to your uncle's place and he told me that he doesn't have any relation with you. He sounded rude. What the hell have you done to him and yourself?", I almost yelled at her, my irritated nose, making wierd notions because of the dust in the house.

"Let's clean the house first. I'll tell everything, just have patience. I know you love me and you are desperate to know everything. But I am sorry to say that I cannot marry you.", she said amusingly.

"Jeez, shut up. I won't help you to clean the house. I am your guest.", I replied sounding as casual and mean as I could.

She gave me a stare and I knew what I had to do next. I wraped a scarf over my nose while she stood in front of me with a broom and a cobweb brush.

She looked like a 'Cleanerman', another sort of spiderman or Batman?

Gosh! I am so funny, I again reminded myself, while she was showing off her yellow teeth.

Jeez.