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twenty-seven

27. Yun meri khamoshi mein mere saath rehne ka shukriya (Thank you for being there with me in my silence.)

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I revealed everything to dad.

I know I should have talked to Meghna first, tried to make her see the correct picture, but the way she was acting lately, there was no way she will listen to me. And there's also the elder sibling superiority complex she has.

To be honest, I was worried right now. Dad had immediately phoned her and demanded her presence back home. While he discussed the matter with Mom, I was told to go back to my room. I can foresee a humongous fight coming and I'll be targeted as the instigator in Meghna's eyes.

I can't argue for the life of me.

I just can't.

It overwhelms me. My thoughts jumble up, my head finds it unable to comprehend them into words and I end up standing quiet or leaving the place in the middle of the argument. I absolutely detest arguing, because I know, even if I'm right, I won't be able to prove my point or even take a stand for myself.

Meghna is wild when it comes to verbal sparring. She raises her voice, shuts the other person up, and doesn't let them talk until she has put forward her side. I hope dad controls the upcoming catastrophe and makes her understand that she was in the wrong.

"You're stressed again," Priya interrupted my thoughts, bringing my attention to her.

I flipped the page of the book, unwilling to acknowledge her statement.

"What happened?"

I shook my head, attempting to focus on the book. Even fiction wasn't able to distract me.

Unlike everyone else, she didn't give up on interrogating me. Vikram has the same habit. I claim it as curiosity, he calls it worry.

Priya wheeled the chair closer, taking the book from my hands and putting it on the nightstand. "Is it about Meghna?"

I swallowed. "Shall we go out?"

Priya frowned. "We- We just came."

I nodded. "I know-" the doorbell rang, flinching me. She was home. Fuck.

"What is it? What did you talk about with your dad? About us moving out?" She speculated.

I nibbled on my lower lip. "I told him what we saw. And also, what I saw this morning."

Priya's brows furrowed in confusion so I attempted to explain everything in detail.

"Did I make a hasty decision?" I asked softly, feeling a clench in my stomach when Priya took too long to answer.

"Probably?"

My eyes widened.

"I mean, you could have met him first before deriving a judgment so harsh? It's obvious she'll defend him, right? They've been together for three months now. And yeah, I understand your point too, no grown man would want to settle with being someone's secret boyfriend. That's a little weird. But if he's suggesting live in, then maybe he is planning to meet your family as well?" She surmised calmly.

Anxiety and nervousness settled into me with full force. "Shit, you're right. I shouldn't have told dad immediately. Fuck." I raked a hand through my hair.

"Aditya, it's okay. Calm down." She placed a hand on my thigh.

"No, Priya, I did not make it sound positive like you did. Dad was furious." I muttered worriedly.