Were we....meant to be?

Chapter 7

Panic. 

Shock.

Anxiousness.

All these emotions took over me.

I rushed forward and took Shruti in my arms.

I know that I don't know her well to hug her like this, but I never turn my back to someone who needs comfort.

 I don't know what happened but whatever it was/is....

It's something terrible.

Shruti stiffened at first but, as if she got to know that she needs it, she encircled her arms around me and cried. 

"hey Shruti...it's alright. It's alright Shruti."

I kept rubbing her back to calm her down.

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Shruti is now sitting near her bed, on the floor, eyes downcast and an emotion which.....which can't be predicted. I sat on the chair of my study table. After she stopped crying, she pushed me gently whispering.

"Sh-Shrishti...ca--can you please give a min-minute."

I compiled.

But now, I have-need to break this silence. She can't keep turning her back to this....whatever this situation is. I swallowed and stood up.

"Shruti..."

She looked up but this time her eyes didn't hold the emotion which she was tired of fighting.

Hiding.

She was tired of hiding whatever is going on with her. I took this response as a sign to continue. I walked towards her and sat beside her.

"what happened...?"

My voice came in a whisper. She sniffed and gulped. Rethinking if she should, still, tell me or not.

"Th--they said that I-I'm a dyke. Th--that I don't deserve to be in this college. th--that I'm not more than a fucking whore-"

she choked on her words.

"They kept on saying this until they got to know that their words don't affect me as much as they wanted. So, they...they thought now would be the perfect time to do something which will surely ignite a reaction from me"

Too much was being said and many questions were erupting in my mind. 

Who were they? why did they bullied Shruti? and what the fuck they mean SHE IS A WHORE??!

I need to calm down.

From childhood up till today if anything I consider as my weakness, is my anger.

It depends on the situation. This anger can either become the cause of miseries or the cause of my utter satisfaction and happiness.

I let her continue, she needed to let it out. Though I wish she would have let it out in the beginning when it all started.

"They--they clicked n--nudes of me. When I was coming back from my classes, they made me unconscious and clicked pictures of S-shrishti."

She burst out crying again.

I clenched my jaw and balled my fists.

HOW. DARE. THEY!

They don't know with whom they have started an animosity. they will regret it.

A lot.

I will make them regret every ounce of this.

But firstly, my questions need to be answered by Shruti.