Scars

17

                                      Aaradhya

You know what is the most difficult thing in this world?

Choosing a dress to wear for something special.

It’s already quarter past seven and I am unable to decide what I should wear. Not just that I even feel less pretty compared to normal days whenever I glance at the mirror. More like I feel ugly today.

Why is it that whenever I have to go out my skin is at its worse?

Even Sasha isn’t present today otherwise she would have helped me out.

She said she has some work at kunal’s house and left without even waiting for my reply.

I am so frustrated.

My phone buzzes catching my attention.

Its hredhaan.

🚩: Are you ready?
                                                                       You: No.

🚩: Why?
                                                   You: Will be ready in 15
                                                                    minutes.
                                                                                                     
🚩: Okay.

I had his number saved as red flag from college times.

I am not to be blamed.

His behavior was.

Well he is still bipolar.

I am done with this life.

I make my way towards the closet and chose a royal blue outfit that ends on my mid thighs. It has a blue long net scarf type thing that starts from my belly and ends on my legs. This should look good on me.

I do my makeup wear matching heels and glance at myself in my mirror.

I don’t look like I imagined but this will work too.

As if you have any other option.

True.

I make my way towards the parking area of my apartment but stop when I see hredhaan standing just outside the gate of our loft.

Clicking my heels I walk towards him.

He is leaning on the car bonnet wearing nothing except a white shirt and black jeans and he looks smoking hot.

And he is smoking.

He smokes?

I didn’t know that.

Well I don’t mind unless he does it limit.

I keep my hand on his back and he turns around.

“Chalo” I tell him.
Let’s go

He doesn’t reply me.

I push him on his chest a little and he comes out of whatever daze he was in.

“It’s already 8:15 lets go” I tell him.

“Go? Where”? He asks looking clueless.

“On a date with me” I offer.

His facial expression changes from clueless to remembering everything.

“Yeah date we have to go on a date today it was me who proposed the idea of course I remember it” he tells more to himself.