Love Me...Once Again

Chapter 8

Amisha sipped her coffee, her eyes on Varun. She wanted to know what went that wrong between Lakshay and Nirali. ''Can you talk?''

Varun stared at the quite surroundings. He had joined her in the coffee shop located in their residential complex. ''DOn't judge me.'' Amisha nodded 

''I may be one of the reason, but things started going down even before I came into picture. For Lakshay, Nirali was his world. She too liked it, initially. Like every teenage girl; she adored the attention. She flaunted it all around but then Nirali is exact opposite of him; she has always been that way. Free spirited, independent and bold. She is vocal of her thoughts and never refrained in speaking her mind. Lakshay was reserved and spoke when required. They seemed perfect, at first; but things started changing. Lakshay followed Nirali everywhere, he got worried and jealous when she would be out of his sight or with any male friends. They quarreled and then quarreled more. First, the fight would just last for minute, then hours and then it went on to days.''

Amisha thought and then added. ''Lakshay didn't trust her!'' That was a statement. She knew Nirali and Varun knew it would take him lot of time to make Amisha understand that it wasn't just Lakshay but Nirali as well was at fault. 

''Lakshay has known Nirali since she was 4. She declared him her friend before even anyone of them understood the meaning of it. They saw each other daily, she would fight anyone for him and do anything for him. Nirali, is not just a name, its the biggest reality of his life. To answer your question,  He trusted her , with his life but he didn't trust the people around her. For him she was beyond perfect, the most beautiful girl. She was a brilliant student, always ahead in extra circular  activities. She was famous, popular and the attention she got bothered him. It still bothers him. He didn't sleep after she posted a pic with a male friend.''

''So the last time they fought, they never spoke again, and why was she that mad at you?'' Amisha tried to conclude. she doubted him to be one of those friends who always criticized their friend's partner .

''Those days, I was involved with a girl by name Riya.''

Amisha's eyes went wide. ''Nirali's best friend.''

Varun swallowed the dryness. ''Yes! I suppose you know, everything.''

''No! All I know is that a jerk crushed the heart of an innocent girl. And I can conclude what could have happened. Laskahy would have refused to hear a word against you or to make you understand that you were wrong. I am sure, this is why they broke up.'' Amisha was now looming over Varun. He stared at her for good few minutes  then huffed. 

''You don't know a thing.''

''I don't want to know a thing. And from a guy who crushed an innocent heart. Tell me , how do you live with yourself .''

''Amisha, this isn't about me. You need to hear me out.'' Amisha smirked, ''No, I don't . All guys are the same.'' Amisha marched away leaving a dejected Varun behind. Arun, who saw everything felt agitated, he and others had witnessed the guilt ridden years of Varun. Arun moved to his friend. ''Hey, just let go. She doesn't know what you have gone through all those years. Moreover, this isn't about me.''

Varun smiled. ''I am kind of used to it now.'' The rains had slowed down but the city remained drowned and supplies cut.  Arun walked his friend back to the apartment,  Varun was right. he decided to speak to Amisha again. They needed to have some contact with Nirali. She and lakshay has to come on the talking terms to sort out the non existent issues and fast.

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Nirali banged her laptop shut . She hadn't heard him play for last 2 days. Music was Lakshay's life, and she knew if he wasn't practicing, there was something wrong. Nirali looked out of the window, the ferocious rain has now turned into a drizzle but commuting was not possible. She thought for a moment, quickly made her way to kitchen . Next one hour she immersed herself cooking the best meal of her life. Pulling out a huge tiffin box and packed it nicely adding a smiled to the raita she mad.