Anurakti

25: Pretty eyes

"Can I try this one too?"
Samidha asked pointing at the strawberry ice cream and Mami nodded, smiling widely.

After Sahaj yelled, Samidha had a nice loud laugh and had teased him even though she was blushing like a madwoman. And then arrived the ice creams, which she got to know were made by that lady herself at her home.

Samidha picked up the small cup and took a spoonful of icecream and kept it in her mouth, feeling it melt away like butter and bless her tastebuds with the royal sweet taste.

"You like it?"

"Love it! What's the price aunty? I would like to buy some."

"Oh no dear. You are my son's friend. How can I take money from you."

"No no aunty I can no-"

"Just shut up and eat."
Sahaj snapped irritated as hell as both the females talked. Samidha turned her head towards him and kept her small cup down.

"But I want to buy the-"

"Mami, please pack all the flavours. 300 grams each. Is it enough or do you want more?"
He asked Samidha after politely requesting his mami and Samidha furrowed her brows.

"How can I buy something without knowing it's price Sahaj? And-"

"I am buying these. Mami you pack them please."
Mami nodded and went in the kitchen, unaware of the anger fuming out of Samidha.

She stood up and pushed the sleeves of her shirt further back on her bicep.

"Who do you think you are? You think I am poor? I can't buy the ice creams myself?"

"Sami-"

"Don't you dare utter a word. Who the hell are you to buy me ice creams. I have enough money and I'm fully capable of buying stuff for myself."

Samidha seethed, she hated rich people. Rich people triggered her for no obvious reason. Whatever they did, Samidha felt as if they were trying to show off their money and tell her how poor she was. When in reality, she wasn't even poor.

Sahaj gritted his teeth. He knew she could buy it herself and he was definitely not trying to show off his money. She didn't need to be this angry.

Who cares about her being angry?
The thing was, he has seen her go out to eat with her friends. He has seen her male friends buying her food items and her accepting them without a word of disapproval.
She talks nicely to every guy in the world except him and whatever he does has her either lecturing him or getting angry.

However he tried, how much he tried, he felt as if he was not able to get the same treatment as them. It felt bad, considering the fact that he tried.

"What is your problem?! You don't let me do anything!"

"Problem?! Don't show me your money. I know you are rich and that's verrrryyyyyy nice. Shove that money in your pocket, don't rub it in my fac-

"SHUT UP! Why can't you just shut up and listen to me?! Once, just for once?!"

Sahaj yelled, covering his ears, not able to hear her yelling any more. Angry Samidha triggered his worst memories. Memories which made him want to curl in a ball and hide under the bed. Memories which made him want to bury a hole and hide there. Memories with made him want to die.

Samidha went quiet. Sahaj didn't look right. He wasn't angry. No, he wasn't. He looked scared.

"I-"

"Don't say anything."
He whispered harshly, trying to get himself together. He can't let himself break in front of a stranger. No!
He won't let her see his vulnerable side. He won't let her trigger him.