Desi School Romance

Chapter 13: Family

I spent the next periods getting more and more angry.

Not at anyone.
Myself only.

It is last period now, and it's cursed Games again.

Aadab and Diksha are walking silently besides me. I'm going to sit in the canopy of the Banyan tree. And sulk.

I really don't trust myself to speak anything or I might really say something too hurtful.

"Look, I get it that you're angry. But talk to us, please". Diksha says.
I promptly ignore her.

"Anaysa, at least tell us why you're angry?" Diksha asks, again.

Is she kidding.

"No, I'm not angry. At all. Why would I be angry when you guys were not there when I had to deal with Pranam myself. I'm not important, anyway. Wherever you guys were, whatever you were doing that was much more important. So look I'm not angry at all." I say every word with venom.

"It was some House work, next week our House is doing the assembly. The Prefect called us, and there was a mess. We had to deal with it than only". Aadab says.

"I'm not important, anyway. Why are you explaining all this to me?".

Aadab grips my hand, making me halt. "It is enough Anaysa. Vent out your frustration say whatever you want to, but don't give us a cold shoulder please, I cannot bear this."

"You think it was easy for me to talk to him". The volcano of my anger bursts out.

I sit on the stone block under the Banyan.

"You know how much I hate him. And he held that thing on my head like a Gods damn sword. He outright blackmailed me. And I had to agree to his terms. I'd hoped you guys will be there while I'll talk to him. You guys.... at least your presence would have mattered. But you held no such notions, as if I'm nothing". I say, the tears threaten my eyes.

"Anaysa, look we're sorry, we really did not know that Pranam will do any such thing". Diksha says.

"You guys knew wrong, and clearly he wears his goody-two-shoes too perfectly that no one suspected, him to be a freaky blackmailer." I say in frustration.

"We're sorry, if you want we will accompany you to the cafe every Weekend". Diksha offers.
Aadab nods her head, "Yes, we will".

"What about me sitting besides the bastard? I hate him more now than ever. Before we both ignored each other. Now he's forcing me to sit besides him" I throw my hands up in frustration.

"Why is he doing this?" I ask more to myself than them."And besides he made me promise that I cannot bring either of you to the cafe". Now I'm crying.
"That bastard, I really didn't know he is this wicked". Says Aadab.

"Did you just curse?" I ask.

"What? He deserves much more derogatory terms to be used". She's angry.
I've seen her frustrated, exasperated, annoyed irritated, but downright angry....never.

"I must be looking really miserable, if you're angry". I say sniffling.

"You're not miserable, you will never be. You're the strong and hard headed girl, I know and will always be." Aadab says, she sits beside me and takes my hand in hers.

"You're the most resilient girl I've know myself, Aany". Diksha says, she embraces me.

And than I cry some more, I cry on her shoulder for a small eternity to pass.

"Please stop crying, Aany, if you don't I will start crying myself". Aadab says.

"Come lets celebrate the cry fest today, my tears want to join anyway". Diksha says, trying to lighten the mood, but her voice is also wobbly.