Bound by Fate | [✓]

4. Never Him

That bugger than Jupiter ego.
That too smart mouth.
And self-centred attitude.

Everything about Atharva makes me want to lose my calm. His existence around me boils up my blood to the extreme.

I've always had an anger issue but with Atharva, I'm furious. I can't tell how I manage or control myself from not punching his so called 'Too handsome to be a human face'.

I don't know why Lord Krishna did this.
He gave Atharva the face of an angel, his body must be put in the museum for idealistic features and his charm can be used for purification of souls.
Everything about him his godly except his brains. He is a walking devil. A man full of sins. There must be no sin he hasn't done.

Pride? Narcissism runs in his vein instead of blood.
Gluttony? He eats like a man starved for days. And yet manage to look like a freaking athlete.
Lust? I bet he has fooled around with girls that stick their tongues out whenever he walks in the college.
Greed? He is topper of the class and yet studies craves for more and more marks and knowledge.
Sloth? I've never seen a man who sleeps like a sloth. He sleeps all day whenever is at home. I bet he has ever even picked up the glass by himself.

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"Evara? Where is your head at?" Amara asked me when we were dancing around in circle. After our lunch, the Garba and Dandiya started with huge enthusiasm. Everyone has gathered around the people playing the musical instrument called 'Dhol'. It's like a drum but huge and horizontal.

(Author's note: Garba and Dandiya are the Indian dance form and usually played on the festivals of Hindu Religion)

"Nothing." I cleared my thoughts about Atharva and try to match Amara's steps as she was one of the best dancers I've ever known.

Sometimes I can't believe Amara is Atharva's little sister because she is way kinder, selfless and humble than that egoistic bastard. Amara and I have been best friends since childhood. We learnt the Katthak and Bharatnatyam together.

Well, our lifestyles were different from each other but none of it made us fall apart. She lived in Mumbai since birth while I lived in Rajasthan. Our choice are way different but dance connected us together.
Plus, she is not at all like her brother. Maybe that's why I love her.

"Nothing?" She asked while we danced and take a swing with our Ghagra swaying with the winds. I was wearing a saree but I've changed into Amara's Ghagra. I'd have fall on my teeth if tried to dance in Saree.

Amara's Ghagra was heavier than I thought it would be. Long yellow Ghagra with hundreds of stones and glitters. The dupatta was light but long and flared. I was kind of losing my balance in it.

"Yeah, nothing. School starts again and I'm just tensed about my grades. That's it." I said something but it was also something that was going on my head.

"You're worried about your grades? You're freaking topper, Eva. What else are you worried about?" Amara's eyes judged me like I've said something so ominous.