She who suffers..

Chapter - 11

MUSKAN'S POV:-

We went to our place after taking Sirat's bag from her locker. We sat on one of the bench placed there in the yard having a coloured circular shade supporting by a pole in the middle just like pizza shops have..

"I'll be the first" she said while zipping off her bag. "No Sirat! this time I will be the first one, I do have something to tell you" I acted stubborn as I seldom have anything to tell and of course I don't like telling my worries to anyone..

"Really! Is said something exciting?" she asked while opening the Britannia cake and offered me "Hmm! I think so" I replied, eating..

"Go ahead!" she said. "I met someone last night.." I told her excited leave but her response were just a 'hmm'. "He was handsome" I said and looked her immediately, hoping that she will get excited..

"You find a man, when where how wait! wait! wait..you said he was handsome leave it, change the topic NEXT COME ON!" She sounded interested first but then asked me to change the topic..

"Why? I am telling you that he was handsome so why are you not excited for me" I asked her while pulling the chips packet from her hand and opening it and ignoring her..

"Isn't it obvious! you must have seen someone in your dream as you finding someone HANDSOME haha! I can laugh for days" she said, laughing. "Now you are being rude, Sirat" I said her as it was truly upsetting..

"You know what, you are not a girl..I mean you are not like most of the girls. You can't fall in love that too for a 'handsome' man" she said teasing me and I was annoyed..

"Which technical fault do I have that I can't fall in love? I shouldn't have told you" I stood up with the packet of chips and said..

"Okay..okay! I'm listening go ahead tell me about your HANDSOME!" she said but I didn't faced her. "You won't laugh, okay?" I asked while eating the chips..

"Hmm..hehe!" she replied but again laughed. "I feel like he would be handsome I haven't seen his face but still, he was.." I was telling her but she interrupted and said 'HANDSOME!' and chuckled..

"Shh! I won't tell you then" I warned her. "Okay..okay!" she replied and placed her finger on lips yet still giggling. "He was tall, fair and had big eyes with medium size eyebrows. His eyes were deep and clear.." I was saying but she again interrupted and said,"Oh! he had a lake on his face, no?"..

"Shh! I am telling you to get rid of him, his eyes and his half-covered face is flashing before my eyes since morning, so listen to me and help me to get rid of him" I said the truth and she handed me the water bottle from my bag and then listened quietly..

"He had a deep voice and commanded me and was gentle too, the way he cared for me and placed those band-aids, I felt so touched..no one ever made me feel so special or worthing" I told her and the scenes were flashing in my mind..

"Aww! so that was real?" She asked and I nodded while taking a sip of water. "He came at the store to get some stuff but then dad came there and asked for money but when I refused he came for my rescue, and it felt so dramatic" I was telling her while moving continuously and she was listening..

"And then you gave money to your dad as usual but this time that man was there for you" she said excitedly and I nodded, smiling. "Hey! don't blush like girls. I'm not used to you blushing like this" she said and I was shocked for myself, the way I was acting. I was happy..

"I don't know him but he help me when I panicked. I hugged him and he was too gentle" I told her and this time she was smiling like idiots and listening "You hugged him!  you hugged a man? I can't believe this" she said standing in shock..

"Hmm! I don't know why I got panic again maybe I was two tired and all what happened last night..uhm!" I said but looking at her really weird expression I opted to stop and listen to her first..

"He said something?" She asked and I sat after a long walk. "You were not believing it no? so does it matter to tell you anymore if you said anything or not" I said..

"Ofcourse it matters..what he said truly matters, you know words and voices heals" she said dramatically..

"Stop it, okay! Repeating his words want help you anyway" I said teasing her as the words she was saying were of someone dear to her, who had came all the way from any foreign country. He want to launch his own 'MICRO Microphone' and Sirat's father had agreed to be his investor once the test results goes well..

"Oh! What day is today? Is it Friday? Oh noooo..I had to meet him for lunch at one, oh lord! Make-up! Get ready!!" She stood immediately, once again after remembering him and started unzipping her back to find her stuff..

"Relax! You have an hour now, and what makeup you don't require anything!" I tried to make her feel better but she ignored..

"He is not my patient, I HAVE to get ready. Oh God! the mike, I mean that device he gave me to keep and give him back for the test results, I messed up everything"  she said and I took my shirt out from my bag that I was wearing last night to give her the mike, she asked me to keep and give her today..

I placed the small circular two inches microphone on her hand and she smiled. "You are really my saviour, I placed my one on the kajal pencil and that idiot actor took it away and now god knows where he is" she said and got her comb out from her bag..

"No worries you can give mine one for helping him in the testing and which idiot are you talking about?" I asked..

"The clown who came in the hospital and trick to me with his words and took my lipstick and Kajal with him. Muskan tell me, was my idea stupid? I thought that the kajal pencil word appear like a pen and the mike would help him..having a lot of sounds of hospital and home recorded in it" she asked and I took a moment to reply and nodded smiling..

She made a face but then I gave her the lipstick, I usually keep with me in my bag as I visit Hospital often and use it particularly when I visit the cardiac department for the little angels waiting for some hopes and to place a little heart on their hands to see their alluring smiles..

She smiled and hurried to the bathroom to get a good look for her lunch date with foreigner friend of hers and I was left listening to all what she was saying..

Who is the foreigner?

What about the MICRO-microphone?

Will Sirat get her accessories back?

Will the four meet ever, altogether?

Hope you like the conversation among the two friends, the way they both talked and know each other well..

Keep reading for knowing what happens next and how Vansh/Vishal and Muskan would meet once again..

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