Reborn For You

The bully is not that bad

As soon as that girl saw me, she came running to me. I saw Ridhima from the corner of my eye. She looked pissed off. Not unexpected though. Afterall I came between her and her free entertainment.
Everyone thinks she is a spoil brat but thats not the case. Nobody actually knows the true Ridhima. I miss the innocent Ridhima I had once seen. Maybe that's why I never feel she is wrong. She has adapted just this way to bring out her frustation.
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Ridhima' POV-
Guess why nobody dares to defy me in school.
Well that's because I am the school trustee's daughter. And whoever has ever complained against me has ended up getting rusticated.
Fun life, right?
Well thats what everyone sees. Grass is greener on the other side.
Here comes my home. The bungalow of a millionaire businessman and. A hell designed for me. Ridiculous, nah?
Here comes the witch who gave birth to me.
"Why are you so late? Were you again busy with your useless friends?" she starts again.
How badly I want to say it loud that my friends are not bad, every moment with them is precious. Keeping my mouth shut, I make my way to the dining table. As I continue to eat, she continues her blabber, "You are just wasting your time and our money. Nobody is going to help you without profit. We give you everything but you can't even give us good results in return. Don't you know you are our only child? If you are capable to manage our business, some outsider will take over everything your father has worked so hard for. God knows when you shall get sense.........."
I show as if I don't care but her every word hurts me. Another deep wound in my self esteem. Another reminder of how useless and incompetent I am.
I struggle to stop my tears and go to my study-room. She follows me there and continues telling me about her sacrifices and how I have broken all their expectations and still they are feeding me hopelessly.
I struggle to supress my emotions. If I break down, they are going to mock me again.
Thankfully the devil is not here. Otherwise the witch and the devil would have joined forces to attack me.
After getting tired of insulting me, she goes to see the tv shows. After changing my dress, I make my way to the terrace.
Once upon a time, I used to wait for them to come and console me. Then slowly I stopped crying but I still did not lose hope. I prayed for them to come. They never came to join the broken pieces of my heart and one day, I realised I had unknowingly stopped waiting for them. And with that, my heart too started changing. My behavior changed. The sweet girl who believed in fairy tales started loving the crime books. Fairy tales do not expect. Its all an illusion.
Suddenly I heard the sound of someone jumping. I know who it is. That irritating senior. Vansh.
Its weird how I don't like him but I still wait for him. I knew that he would jump over the gate and climb here. Its regular. I don't exactly wait for him but I feel happy when he comes to console me. He knows nothing but he still manages to distract me.
"Want to have a cake?", he said, forwarding the food parcel.
A smile creeps up my face. Fuck my deceptive love for food.
Snatching it from his hand, I opened the parcel and started eating it. Sharing is never caring in case of food, that too when its chocolate cake.
Catching him staring at me, I snapped, "What are you staring at?"
"I was just seeing a reckless girl who does not care to thank me", he chuckles.
Should I thank him? Leave it.
"I did not ask for it", I replied as I finished the last bite and smiled. He smiled back, looks like he knew I would say that.
My smile is genuine, and so is his. A rare moment of feeling truly happy. A second of real joy, no fakeness. But I know it won't last long. My dream bubble would break soon. Someone will definitely come to break it and I shall also end up broken with it. Rather its better if I break it on my own.
"Don't you have your exams? Go and study", I said and ran away before he could say any more.