It's hard to forget

17.Are we friends?

"I don't care what they think about me or my situation." He replied as if that makes sense.

"And why is that?" I asked slowly, getting up from the bed. I tried to set my hair and get ready before someone else came to my room. I don't want them to look at my messy situation.

He had yet to reply. When I combed my hair and turned to look at him, he was staring at my phone, which was in silent mode. I tied my hair in a messy bun and went to pick up my phone, which seemed to be ringing.

It's my dad. I picked up the call, and looking at Sameer, I answered him.

"Hi, Dad," I answered without moving away as I don't have any secrets. The main reason for not moving away is that I like making Sameer fidget like this. Whenever I talk with my dad, he always feels restless. He always hated my dad. Even I didn't like him before because of the way he treated my mom. But after my mom's death, I grew pretty close to him.

"Hi dear. Where are you? I came by to your home, but it's locked." He asked. My dad has a habit of visiting me without informing me beforehand.

"I came on a trip, Dad. I'm not sure when I'll be back." Sameer's full attention was on me. Even though he isn't looking at me, I can sense his movements well enough. And his fingers are continuously tapping on his leg indicating he is not happy and tense for some unknown reason.

"Oh is it? Great, dear. You deserve some refreshment from your busy schedule. Who are you with?" He asked casually.

"With my friends, Dad," I said without naming each one of them. The hate that Sameer has towards my dad is vice versa. Even my dad hated him before. I'm sure his feelings are the same today. After my breakup, they grew more apart. He won't like it if I say that I'm with Sameer.

There was a knock on my door, and I looked at Sameer, panicking a little. He opened the door as if it was a very normal thing to be in a locked room with someone other than his girlfriend.

Thank God it was Shrestha. As soon as the door opened and she saw who it was, her eyes grew large. She turned towards me and raised her eyes as if asking me what the hell was this. I turned around and continued talking with my dad, ignoring her stare.

He asked when I would return, but I was interrupted by the door knock. "I'm not sure, Dad, it may take some two to three days. I will call you as soon as I am home." I answered him. Even though we grew close, I am still comfortable hanging out with him.

He said "Okay" and after asking me to take care of my health, he disconnected the call. I turned around to face hundreds of questions that would come my way from my best friend. But what I saw there made me shake my head in disbelief.

Sameer didn't leave the room, and they stared at each other as if there was some staring contest. If looks could kill, I'm sure one of them would be dead in a few minutes. "I'm hungry," I said, making them look at me at once, successfully disturbing their little war of eyes.

"That's why I'm here. We're all leaving for lunch to some nearby restaurant. I'm here to wake you up, as Anurag said you were sleeping." Shrestha said, looking at Sameer while talking to him as if he were the one she was talking to.

"I am ready. Let's go then." I said, and that made Shresta turn towards me.

Shresta grunted as if I had said something foolish. "You're not ready. Please go to the washroom, fix your face, and then you'll be ready." She said this matter-of-factly, then facing towards Samy, she pointed her finger towards his hair. "And you need to comb that mess and wash your face and your neck as well before leaving this damn room."

That's when I looked at Samy. Until now, I was looking at him, but I didn't concentrate, after hearing Shresta's words, I focused on what she was saying. His face and neck have traces of my lipstick marks. My face got heated upon realizing that. But what made me open my mouth is that Anurag also might have noticed those marks when he came before her.

I'm pretty sure Shresta isn't going to tell about this to another person, but I'm not so sure about Anurag. He didn't reveal our relationship back then, but this time Saira is also involved, and Anurag is a person who will never hurt other people knowingly.

As if sensing my inner turmoil, Samy got up and came near me, lifting my chin, he looked into my eyes. "Don't worry about Anurag. I am sure he won't say a thing to anyone else. Trust me on this." I nodded, removing my chin from his grasp, and I moved towards Shrestha.

"Go and freshen up. I need to talk to her." I said without turning towards him. I didn't know his reaction, but by the look on Shresta's face, he was still looking towards me. After some time, I heard the bathroom door, indicating he was not in the room now.

I took some makeup remover from my handbag. I poured that on a cotton pad and sat on the bed. Without looking into the mirror, I started wiping my face.

"You can look into the mirror and wipe it," Shrestha said, pointing to the mirror on the side of the bed facing the window view, I loved from the first moment I entered this room. I shook my head, stating no as an answer, and continued my work.

I don't want to look at the remnants of our romance. I'm not even sure we can call that romance. I'm not a girl who does this sort of thing. In all these years, I maintained my distance from Sameer, and whenever he tried doing something intimate, every time I stopped him and refused him.

"You want to talk about it?" She asked, and again I shook my head. "Oh no. You are not going to remain silent after what I witnessed." She said, turning towards me completely as if indicating that she was not dropping the subject.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, trying my best to act innocent, even though I knew she got a brief idea of what happened from the marks on his face and my smeared makeup.

"What the hell were you thinking? He's engaged for God's sake. She scolded me, but the good thing about this is that she reduced her voice while speaking. I don't know if Samy can hear this conversation from the bathroom. But there is the sound of the water running inside, indicating he can't hear us.

"I know. It just happened." I murmured as if I were also thinking about what had happened a few minutes back. "I was angry. He was supporting that girl, and I snapped at him. We argued, and somehow all of this happened." I explained my version when I heard a water sound stop inside.

Shresta didn't reply as if she were waiting for Samy to come outside. Samy came outside after a few minutes and without asking or waiting, he took my towel from the clothes rack. He wiped his face with it as if it were a normal thing to do.

Shresta grunted from beside me. That made Samy turn towards us as if asking what's the issue with her. "You're behaving as if you're a couple." She said, focusing her full attention on Samy and leaving me for once.

"Explain," Samy said, and I snorted. There's no need for an explanation for this. I got what she's talking about, and he also knows what she's talking about. I didn't respond to both of them; instead, I hoped that no one else would come to my room and overhear this conversation.

You're using her towel without hesitating for a second. And normal people don't lock their rooms like this, Sameer. You know that." She shook her head while saying that last sentence and turned towards me as if I had to reply. I stayed silent as usual.

"We closed the room for privacy as we were discussing one incident. And as for towels, friends will share things like this. We were friends before, and as we have no ongoing relationship, we are friends now right?" Sameer answered, looking towards me as well.

Great, now he's also behaving as if I should answer his statement. But what made me stop thinking for a minute was his statement. Are we friends??

Author's note - Hello. How are you guys? I hope you like this chapter as well.

What do you guys think? Is it okay for them to be friends?

This is a filler chapter. I needed to explain their thoughts about what happened in the previous chapter. Please vote, follow, and comment if you like this chapter and read my other book, It's My Wedding Diary.