Spin-off to "Big Yellow Door" but could be read as a standalone.
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I was labelled as the girl who got fame as heritage or the one who couldn't stand up to the reputation her parents held. They say I'm a shame to my infamous parent's legacy.
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❝You come to love not by finding the perfect person but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.❞
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I waited for everyone to get done with chores. I kept showing myself busy while doing anything that came to my mind. That way, I don't have to participate in cleaning up the mess. I watched everyone ignoring me. I was happiest that way.
Ruhaan, Bhai, and Ved were talking about something. They kept on laughing, which made me curious, but I couldn't move from my place. It was the best for me. So I killed the curiosity and kept shoving my head into my notebook as I tried to find words.
I wrote and scratched and repeated it a few times. Nothing was looking good. Not for song, at least. I might have to find a different way. But what? I didn't know. I sighed deeply.
"We did the whole work, but you seem to be tired." I watched aside to look at Ved.
He got settled on the ground beside my chair. I smiled while folding my notebook close.
"What to do? My brain is tired now. I can't seem to think anything," I said and looked behind. I couldn't see people in the living room.
"Dadu is showing them Uncle's old records... The ones he recorded at his home before he got fame," He said. I frowned. "They are not allowed to listen to it. It's a family thing," I said.
"Nitara is family. Well, she will be. Soon..." He commented.
"What about the rest two?" I asked. Ved chuckled.
"Let them be. What is with you? I thought you were getting better?" He asked. I scoffed.
"How can I change myself overnight? Besides, I will forever be selfish," I said and added, "I just decided not to be mean to my fans. That's all."
Ved shook his head in disappointment. "Fine. Let's step out if you are free," He asked. I shrugged. Finally! I wanted to ask that for a while but couldn't bring myself to. I do not like this awkwardness, but I love the way I am feeling.
He got up. Midway, I held onto his arm and helped myself up. He hit my head gently. I frowned while rubbing it. "Now, I know the reason. This might be the thing I am not able to think of anymore. Everyone keeps hitting my brain," I said.
"Stop being dramatic," He mumbled.
I rolled my eyes and held his arm as we walked outside.
I pulled my hoodie to cover my head. My bangs anyway covered my forehead well. I kept my head low as we walked on the street side by side. The chilly weather was making me shiver a little in shorts and a hoodie that I wore.
"We could have used the car," I mumbled. "We don't need a car. It's past 12.30 already. There are no people in this lane," He said.
I frowned but didn't say anything. He chuckled lightly. "That might be the difference between us. Isn't it?" He asked.
