Lockdown

Daamaad

PARI POV

" Pch," I scoffed when I found him standing right outside my door. Of course of course! 3 days went by so... Yeah, fine whatever, they went by na. But now, I just had to get this fucking call! Early in the morning. I was snoring, snorting, turning around in the bed, and doing whatever a late sleeper does when this woman called me. Na uh. It irritated me to lengths, especially the fact that I picked it up, and because I was shouting at her through the call, he just had to come and stand outside my room to overhear all the tea. 

" What are you? A grown male auntie?!" I cut the call and kept my hands over my hips while he only cleared his throat 
" No,"
" Then why do you like to know everything about me so fucking much?" I squinted my eyes. Honestly, I wouldn't even have known that he was standing outside my door if his phone hadn't begun ringing in the middle of my talk and there he was, guiltily trying to walk away from our conversation by acting like he was on his phone. Oh ho ho. I AM NOT DUMB. 
" Oye. Hello! I'm talking to you!"
" Yeah. One minute... This is important-" but before he could complete it, I snatched his phone away. 
" Yeah. Right. Like none of this is important. I na... I'm not giving you your phone anymore!" I put it in my pants' pockets and he gave me that annoyed expression 
" It's my phone, Pari!"
" Like I care! If you want your phone, first tell me what fun you feel in overhearing others' talks!" 
" Don't talk nonsense. And give me my phone back!" he put a hand forward but I took a step away from him 
" No. I want an answer," I was kind of losing patience with him. 
" PARI!" this time that he dared to put a hand forward, I just began running away from him. I don't know why. It just seemed like the right thing to do
" NO! I want an answer if you want your phone back!" on impulse, I ran into my living room only to find myself cornered at the end of the sofa. 
" Give me my phone back! We can talk in a civil manner, later!" was what he suggested rather and because I don't really like that option, I bent down, went under his hand that was about to hold my shoulders back, and ran off in the other direction 
" AS IF!" 
" Fine! I give up!" 
" So..." I thought that I won when he raised his hands in the air and gave up so, I made the mistake of lowering my guard and walking up in front of him. Why was it a mistake? Because the moment I stood in front of him, he lowered his hands, grabbed my waist, and threw me on the sofa 
" I win!" and he even managed to grab his phone as well as mine!!!!!!!! 
" CHEATER!" 
" Whatever. I won in the end na. That's all that matters," he was sitting next to me and looking at his phone, was about to get up and in anger, I put a leg between his feet so that he would fall. Unfortunately for me... It didn't go as planned. Instead of falling face first on the floor and at least breaking his nose, as I anticipated him to do, he fell over me. We didn't kiss or anything because his hands stopped his body from going any further than touching my breasts with his chest but the closeness of his face made me gulp and blush. My heart rate increased because that had happened to me for the first time in my entire life! I mean, sure I have had a boyfriend before but this... This closeness between us. I have never had it with anyone before. In fact, as we stayed in tath position, I could see that he was flustered too. Now... Would we bend down and kiss each other? Uh... No. We weren't in that zone... But that closeness itself felt compelling. 

I guess we would have kissed if the phone would not have begun ringing. Both the phones were on the floor and we were both too flustered to check whose phone rang and as a matter of fact, the grip that his hands over the sofa slipped a little. We did not kiss though. Even if the distance between us reduced, he still managed to stop himself before he kissed me and instead of staying back on the sofa, decided that it was best to fall off it. Then, he quickly picked up the call thinking that it was his but when I heard what the person on the other side wanted to talk about... It was clear that it was my phone. 

" PARI! IS THAT HOW YOU TALK TO YOUR YOUNGER SISTER?! SHE'S ALREADY DOING HER MBBS! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT SHE IS UNDER SO MUCH PRESSURE?!" and just in that one moment that he picked the call, I got out of my flustered self and only pure anger filled my heart. Yes. My relationship with my younger sister wasn't the best. And my relationship with my mother was worse. But her talking to me like that just boiled my blood with anger and as he turned to look at me with raised eyebrows and a sorry expression over his face, I just snatched the phone from his hands 
" SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" I screamed at her and Sohit's expression changed. I could see that he wasn't liking the attitude with which I was talking to my mother. 
" I will talk to my sister, how I WANT! I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING MAID WHO WILL DO EVERYTHING ACCORDING TO YOU! Ohohoho! Your favorite daughter is doing MBBS AND SHE IS GOING THROUGH SO MUCH! WAH! DID YOU FORGET HOW MUCH MONEY PAPA HAS PAID FOR THAT ADMISSION OF HERS!? YOU KNOW WHAT!? YOU JUST DON'T GET IT. YOUR DAUGHTER IS USELESS. PRACHI IS A USELESS PIECE OF TRASH AND DON'T YOU EVER DARE FUCKING WANT ME TO FIX ANYTHING WITH HER!!!!! DON'T CALL ME BOTH OF YOU!" I was ruthless and I was bad and it might not look good in front of your eyes but... With all that I have gone through... I feel like I have the right to say all that to my mother and my younger sister.