How To Not Fall In Love?

6 : Deotima

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Parties are not my cup of tea. And I have always been against them. However, when Wriddhi Da's mother urged me to join his birthday party, I couldn't deny. While I maintained composure on the outside, my insides felt a little turmoil.

I distinctly remember how I turned to glance at Wriddhi Da once. And, I saw him smiling at me. In that very moment, I could not unnotice how handsome he looked. That neatly gelled brownish-black hair, with a pair of fringes falling on his forehead, that charming smile, that aesthetic pale blue shirt with the top two buttons undone, giving a clear view of his chiseled torso. Whenever he was laughing, his shirt was being threatened death.
He is so articulate. I have realized it today. But, now, as I think of it, I can recall that he had always been so.

Oh my God.

Unlike my usual self, I had decided that I'll dress up properly for Wriddhi Da's birthday party, this evening.
I had chosen that floral dress, which my mother had very fondly bought for me. I remember the humdrum I made for that reason. But, now as this dress is serving good purpose, I don't mind Ma getting it for me. Rather, I am grateful.

Well, I don't know what is making me dress up properly. Is Wriddhi Da's presence making me concerned? Am I being bothered by what he thinks about how I look?
No, will like to believe that I did not like that over-powering feeling of seclusion, that I had to undergo in the last party at our place.
This seems nice. I'd go by the second theory. It comforts me.

I wore that dress. Untied my hair, combed it and let it remain hanging; rubbed some chapstick on my lips. I couldn't look into mirror, after.
I mean, I look nice. But I do not look like me. My trance completely broke, when Ma entered the room.

"I want you to dress up nicely this time-" Ma was saying, until she saw me and stopped.

"Diya?" Her gaze was at my face.

A few moments of silence, persisted, until she pulled me in, kissed my forehead and pressed my shoulders.

"Beautiful," Ma said. "You look beautiful."

"Wait..." She pulled out the stone studded earrings from the casket in the locker, and told me to wear them. I did.

I stood motionless. Awestruck, by thus sudden and unusual display of affection. Mustering up some courage, I murmured, "Ma, please tell Dada and Dev not to tease me. Else, I'll undo everything."

Ma had already guessed my conditions, it seemed. "They'll not tease you. I assure you."

"Just because you were sad the previous day, about how I looked, I did this. Am I looking bad, though?" This justification was uncalled for. But, with a folly in motive, everyone, tries to clear the air. So did I.

"Na," Ma said. "You're looking sweet. So sweet."

I smiled.
(I was a little shy. I won't lie here)

The entire eight minutes walk from our place to Wriddhi Da's, I could feel Ma, Baba, Kaku and Kakimoni smiling at me. And those diamond comparable brothers of mine, giggling and suspicious about my intentions. But I'm sure, were probably thinking that I was planning some serious secret agenda of robbery or loot. That's all they can think about me. I know their reach, well enough.

We reached there. My first sight was Wriddhi Da laughing his heart out.
Lord, I was gone for.
His white shirt being threatened to death, again. He was shining.
And mu second sight was, that the person he was laughing with, was a girl. She is pretty and well-dressed.

This scene was tormenting.
I think I didn't quite like it.

My father called out his name. He walked past me, made no efforts to talk. He didn't even notice me.

All of my shields were falling. I was not like this, before. People never mattered to me. Even now they don't. But, Wriddhi Da's ignorance is killing me.

I hate what's happening.

I think I might cry a little.

PRECAP : The next chapter is Wriddhiman's pov. Don't worry about that ignorance thingy. He'll explain his reasons.

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