"Hey, baby?" I smile cheekily, grabbing Shreyan's attention and the girl beside him.
He facepalms and looks at me, "Avyuktha?"
"You look handsome, boyfriend." I wink at him and look at the girl beside him. "I'm sorry to say this. He's taken. We hav...
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I glare at her back and growl, throwing those currency notes.
“She fucked my mood early in the morning,” I mutter under my breath and touch the dent on the car trunk. “If I find her again, I'm not gonna leave her without teaching a lesson.”
I dust the huge teddy bear I bought for mom and set Daisy's bouquet in its place. Mom loves daisies and teddy bears. She used to tell us that dad proposed to her in front of the whole college gifting the teddy bear and the daisies. She used to tell us that dad used to get daisies for her every day after they were married. It's no longer happening.
That's why I bought them for her but this stupid girl crashed into my car.
Cursing that stupid girl continuously, I reach my parent's home. It's a huge villa in a luxurious neighbourhood. I park my car and walk inside, grumpily.
“Shre,” my mom, Shreya, comes running to me and hugs me. I hug her back, wrapping my arms around her.
Mom.
I kiss her crown and look down at her, “Happy birthday, mom,” she smiles with tears and mumbles thank you.
“Come,” saying she drags me to the centre of the hall and looks up for dad, “Yashwanth, our son is here”
I stare at her as she calls out for my dad. My dad comes down with a smile and engulfs me in his hug. “It's been a long time, you haven't come to your home, Shre.”
It's been a long time since I have come home.
I hum and look around for my sister, Riya.
“Riya isn't home,” Dad mumbles and studies my expression, “She is on a trip with her friends”. I nod and take my seat on the couch.
I look around but I no longer find the smiles on our faces real in the photographs stuck on the wall, I no longer feel like I belong here.
Still, I came.
For mom.
For dad.
But not for my parents.
“Let's have breakfast together, Shre. It's been a long time since we had family time,” Dad fakes a smile and wraps his arm around mom's shoulder, “Let's celebrate your mom's birthday.”
I sigh and look away from them. “You both carry on for now.” I turn on the T.V. and start surfing through the channels, “I had breakfast prepared by Sam and Chey.”
Even the air is choking me here seeing them pretending to be happy, then, breakfast? I can't bear the sight of mom and dad pretending to be a happy couple.
