Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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There's a thin line between love and hate.
Mr Shah's words reel in my head and I let out a chortle. Kabir and I stand on the side of hate, that thin line appearing as thick as a bridge between us.
People's notions always bother me. Who gives them a right to assume and interpret?
If you don't know something, keep quiet and move on with your life. But no, this is where they drive all their interest from. Gossiping and spreading rumours.
I run a comb through my long hair and tie it in a hair bun. I love the length of my hair, almost touching my waist but I detest it when it disturbs me while I am working. So, every morning I clutch them up and once I am back, I let them breathe freely.
My home stands in silence while I rummage through the drawers in the living hall for my car keys. The window spreads the daylight in my abode.
I live alone here, peacefully and on my terms. And how much ever nice it is, sometimes peace also decides to nag you about loneliness. You can hate the thing you love, and still wouldn't want to change anything.
Once I find the bunch pushed into a corner, I take them and head towards the door when I stop right in my tracks.
I hear some shuffling from the outside. In my building, each floor has only two flats. My neighbour is a very miserable soul and I have only heard him shouting.
Since then I have decided to avoid him in each way possible.
I can hear him in the lobby, talking on call, so I just wait for a minute to let him go before I dash for the office.
I'm already so late. Kabir is going to kill me today.
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The office in the mornings is a little more manageable and quieter. Most of us are still half asleep and half awake, walking zombies.
Having to report so early reminds me of my college days where in the morning lecture we all used to occupy the back seats and complete our beauty sleep.
I head straight to my desk when I notice something weird. There's a huge bouquet on my desk. The colourful addition beautifies my white table.
