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22. Unstable boat.

A/N:- okay, so the vibe of this chapter is somewhat Mann mera x Tu ne jo na kaha x ae dil hai mushkil. Wattpad allows only one video, but. . .yeah.

The pictures used in this chapter actually ARE mine, made by me, so yeah. I hold the copyright.

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~ Bhavuk ~

The walls in room were unapologetically calm. Their color was weird. I'd always thought it was grey, or teal (if it had to be specified) until Manasvi came and unfurled a whole list of colors in front of me. She told me how the closest shade she could think of was silvery grey, with undertones of light blue.

I never knew these many shades existed before meeting her. I wondered how many things I wouldn't have known if I hadn't met her.

The flow of emotions that I felt for her was strong; it might as well blow apart the arteries and veins surging through me.

Arteries had thick walls, veins didn't. Which one had valves though? I flipped back the pages to re-check the differences.

My phone beeped, and I instantly picked it up to discover a message from the school group, informing us about some book fair held just a street away from school premises. She would've loved to go.

I opened up her contact; something I kept myself refraining from. The last text of hers was sent on January twenty, and it was February fourteenth now.

I scrolled up, re-reading our conversations for the hundredth time. I was going to screenshot whole of it and save it in a place it could never get removed from.

Only a handful of her messages were voice notes. All of them combined, it made a total of seventy-two seconds.

The most recent one said: 'Oye hero, sorry haan. We don't talk much these days. It's just mom being strict. She's not home, but will be back real soon. Wanted to let you know I miss you a lot these days. Our boat is pretty unstable as of now, I know. Please don't forget to eat, or sleep. Take care, Thakur, don't wait for my texts. I'll always be missing you, I don't know about you, though. Bye.'

The words were as whispery as they could've been, soft in all sense. I couldn't get over the way she called me 'hero.' It got me smiling like a dumb fifteen year old which I was.

Most of the other voice notes were comparatively shorter, but I couldn't afford losing even one of them. They kept me sane, hopeful, collected.

It's crazy how one girl had fucked up my life. Sometimes, I wished our equations hadn't intersected. We both could've gone parallel to each other, and never met. Now, I had no idea how to continue normal with my life.

I knew the only way to end the misery was to leave each other, because continuing to stay wasn't taking our 'boat' anywhere. We might belong to the same Earth, but the distance between her world and mine seemed to have multiplied by a hundred times.

The doorknob turned with a soft click. Aarav entered first, followed by Kartik.

"Yo, wassup?" Kartik flicked on all the switches, climbed on the bed beside me, harassing the harmony of my room, grinning straight at me.
"Fine. What about you, though?" I raised the question. "Such a bright face."

"Nitya prolly agreed for a BJ. Is that it?" Arav grinned too, leaning against the wall and staring at both of us.

"Shut up, dude. Don't talk about her like that." Kartik sighed, moving his eyes inadvertently. "She's already made my life so tough."