Broken Beyond Repair

Freaking Out

Welcome back again beautiful hoomans.
I've written half of the book now and once I'm finish writing this book, I promise I'll publish 2 chapters a week.
I know waiting for an entire week just for one chapter is tiresome and gruesome, but please for this time bear with me. I'll finish the book soon and will end this waiting torture soon.
Love,
Nitya❤️🥀

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That's it, I won't hold you guys anymore.
Happy Reading🦋

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The next day wore a plain light blue coloured shawl with bright sunlight much to Vihika's dismay and Kritika's delight. For she exclaimed the pretty weather to be a sign of the universe.

Kritika woke up early in the morning to finish some office work so "today's night can be stress-free" as she told Vihika when asked about having a holiday and not doing any work. Vihika on the other hand sent emails to the old clients for whom she's worked once or twice in the past and also contacted fellow writers if anyone might be interested in outsourcing their work.

After sending emails, she went to open her Facebook account from where she'd initially started her journey. She looked at the post which advertised looking for writers and the requirements but she felt nothing suited her. So, after half an hour of scrolling, she shut down her laptop.

Again going in the miserable thought her friend called "party". She's been as disturbed as yesterday night, nothing made her feel relaxed, and no distraction seemed to suffice.

The afternoon rolled over just like the night and Vihika found herself standing like a mannequin in front of two pairs of wooden almirahs.
Where Kritika was passionately making a rag doll of her clothes by throwing every piece of fabric on the stranded chair that stood near the gate.

"What are you trying to do?" She asked exasperatedly.

"Trying to find the perfect dress!" Kritika snapped.

"I can wear anything. It's not like I'm super excited to go, it hardly matters. Besides, I would be more comfortable in jeans and a top than in a dress. I haven't worn one since..." and she stopped as her eyes went moist. She tried hard not to cry and needless to say, she succeeded in doing it.

The last time she wore a dress was when Ajeet took her on a date before leaving her forever. She somehow found the fault in clothes, accessories, and footwear once she loved it all immensely. Most especially dresses, she'd always had a special place for dresses in her heart and bought them all the time. But once, the love had left her she somehow blamed dresses, why? no one knew.

And in doing so, hating something which had no voice, opinion and freedom of living, she lost something more precious than a lover. She lost herself.
Now, always wearing joggers and a t-shirt, hair either tied up in a bun or laying ceremoniously on her back tied in a plate.

"You need to find yourself again," said Kritika looking extremely sad.

"I can't... I... I don't know. It seems like she had left me forever with him. I've lost her", said Vihika holding back her tears.

"Then find someone better than her," Kritika replied indignantly. If there was one person Ajeet should stay away from then it has to be Kritika who loathed him as much as she loved her best friend.

Kritika again started rummaging in the Almira and finally got what she has been labouring for.

A mint green sequin dress with a low back and a V-neck which showed the right amount of her cleavage which Kritka stated was "elegant". It fell onto her knees and she gave Vihika her white stilettos.