It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
Aadarsh had requested my 9th grade textbooks from me. He said he needed them for a kid he knew and he had already given his books to his cousin. I promised to bring them the next day since i still had them in a perfect condition. But fate had other plans.
Since I sprained my ankle badly and I had to stay home the next day.
So after the classes were over, he went to Dhriti to ask for my number. But Dhriti was baffled and irritated by his request. She couldn't make sense of his mixed signals. He had turned me down and yet he wouldn't leave me alone.
One thing about Aadarsh that Dhriti had always cautioned me about when I confessed my feelings to her was his temper. That was his deal-breaker. He would fly into a rage over trivial things and he had a huge ego. He hated being told what to do or even when someone would point out his flaws. He would take offense easily.
Dhriti was just concerned that he was playing with my emotions. He had rejected me one day and pursued me the next. She feared he was up to no good and he would only end up breaking my heart like he did with Stuti.
Dhriti's voice was firm as she warned Aadarsh to stay away from me. Her words sparked a heated argument between them. Aadarsh retorted that she had no right to dictate his actions and demanded my number once again.
His voice grew louder as he said , "Watch your tone and don't point your finger at me. It wouldn't take much to snap it." The tension between them escalated as Aadarsh stormed towards her, with anger. "I will get her number anyway but you better watch your mouth," he spat before storming off.
"Honestly, the way he came at me, I was terrified in that moment," Dhriti said recalling his actions from that day.
I was shocked and appalled by knowing about Aadarsh's behavior towards Dhriti.
"But it's not what you think", I protested weakly, hoping to justify his request for my number. "He probably just wanted to borrow the books I had promised him," I added lamely. I knew he had no interest in me beyond that.
She shook her head in frustration, her eyes piercing mine with a cold stare. She was my best friend, and she could see right through me. "I don't care what he wanted your number for", she snapped.
"After the way he behaved that day, you should have nothing to do with him. He's bad news, trust me."
My heart ached to defend him, to tell her that he didn't mean to hurt her or that he was misunderstood. But the words died in my throat as I remembered his fury at Dhriti, who had only tried to stand up for me. It was wrong. She didn't deserve that.
"Fine," I agreed reluctantly, a forced smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I knew she had my best interests at heart, but the guilt of widening the rift between them weighed heavily on me. "I'll keep my distance from him," I promised.
A knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I hoped he would ignore me. The thought of facing him filled me with uncertainty . What would I do if he approached me now?
