AISHA: The Cursed Name

Chapter -12 Perspective

Perspective

She left her room to reunite with her friends for dinner. It was about eight, and the sky was now pitch black. The corridor seemed barren and dark since no students lingered on her floor at that hour. She hastened downstairs when she felt someone pull her by her injured left hand.

Being dragged into the dark, she moaned in pain and tried to release herself. As her hand was released, the first thing she did was to hold on to her hand, which started bleeding due to the cruel pressure. And the next thing she saw was a familiar face, glowing in pure moonlight, all mingled with a faint blue one.
"Hey! Miss Lost For Years!"

Aisha rolled her eyes back in anger, saying,
"Rishabh? What the hell are you doing?"

The corridor was dark but had a clear view of the glow of the moon. She could see him in his school dress and the blue tie he had pulled down to loosen the hold of his neck. His top button was open, and he placed one of his hands in his pocket while the other held the glowing blue light. A glittery water ball! He passed a smirk, saying,
"Well! I decided to take revenge against your kind words."

Aisha was breathing deeply since every passing second, her injury was becoming even more vulnerable. But her attention was the least on her pain than her fury against him. But she tried her best not to let him see how angry she was. They stood a metre away from each other when Rishabh smiled, saying,
"Why so angry, Miss? I am just here to make you feel the same insult. You must know that I am not a person you are supposed to ever answer back. And you defamed me in front of everyone... When I was just trying to help you. Remember, help?"

Aisha sighed, holding tight to stop the flow of blood from the centre of her palm,
"See Rishabh, I'm sorry for what I asserted today. I was not fine, and I still am not. Don't make me say things you will want to take revenge against me later. However, I don't need help, not from you in the first place. I was very baffled by everything, and that just poured over you in the form of an insult. I realised later that no one is supposed to be emotionally hurt by me because I'm hurt. But... When I lose it, I don't care."

Rishabh wore a smug look on his face as he took a step towards her.
"So, you don't need help? How far have you messed up with the assignment? It was a good one. It also took me to storm my brain cells to get the answers. So I could say that by now you must have scribbled many sheets in a disaster."

She was confident as she spoke. Her eyes couldn't see him because she didn't want to. She was looking away, everywhere. Anywhere. Just not at him. She was aware that this wasn't the right time for her to be around him and now, around anyone. She had lost all the cool she had built while locked in her room. Just a spark, and she would burst. And Rishabh was a whole fireplace in her locality. Somehow, she collected herself, and she told herself to be genuine with him for a second.
"I've completed it."

He chuckled and later burst out into laughter,
"Oh really? Have you completed it? What a miserable joke it is, a girl with no powers and no knowledge about poison has finished her assignment. You are good at making jokes... Oh sorry! You're good at making a joke out of yourself. You are a joke!"

Aisha shook her head, assuring him as he continued,
"I don't have any personal interests in you, but I like people who talk to me like that. You know, looking into my eyes with no fear. It makes the conversation more challenging. It takes me to the peak of tolerance, and then I make a hell out of the life of the offender. And, this hell I make has no limits! And then you are just a cheap girl picked from the land of Low Mortals. And the best thing about it is that you cannot be like us. You are not like us. You are not one of us. You will always remain a pathetic Mortal. A mortal, who shall soon be dead, lying somewhere, rotting, because who in this world will carry your remains? Ha!"