She don't Give a....

Chapter 3

Arjun's Pov

I don't know why no one was opening the door, the real question was who locked it? I could hear the loud volume of the TV, Keshav was sure busy with the match, but where was Shanta Didi gone? I left my phone in the living room, and Sakshi's phone was not getting any signal. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but still no reply, still no sound of any footsteps approaching.

"Great", Sakshi sighed angrily, "I should have known this, this is classic Arjun Kukreja", tapping her feet countlessly on the floor.

"What ?" I asked in confusion, what she meant by Classic Arjun Kukreja?

She gritted her teeth, her eyes which looked mesmerizing when I first saw them were now filled with rage, "I know very well how your other interviews go by, you just end up sleeping with the interviewer, and there, you have it, a perfect article on your name. Let me tell you, Mr Arjun Kukreja", she pointed her finger towards me, "I am not like other girls, these cheap tricks of yours are not gonna work on me."

"Cheap tricks huh", how dare she judge me, " Let me tell you something Ms. Sakshi, whose last name I don't remember, you interviewers are the one who initiates the sex talks, and your cheap tricks of playing hard to get", I said that while making air bunnies, "are not gonna work on me."

"I am not playing hard", she screamed.

"Yeah, now you're playing dumb."

"I am not playing anything, I would never sleep with you in this life or the lives to come. Now, get this damn door open and let me out."

She screamed at me as if I was the one responsible for this, but just the other moment she changed, she took a deep sigh, as if she realized something, and sat quietly on the mat, sitting on her haunches, breathing deeply. She took out another notepad from her purse and started scribbling down. A moment ago she was a monster and now she is acting all calm, what the heck is wrong with this woman?

"What are you doing?" I asked in astonishment.

"Well", she answered calmly, "Until we are trapped, it's much better I just calm myself down and put this time to some work."

"You are such a Monica", She reminded me of the character from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. who was the mom of the group, psycho but sweet. But no, she is not sweet; she just looks sweet, and looks can be deceiving.

"You are F.R.I.E.N.D.S Fan?"

She asked me with a furrowed eyebrow, dang it, she heard me, I am gone, mumma I am coming to you. But wait, her voice was soft, it seemed like a genuine question, so I should answer it genuinely.

"Who is not? It's just the best sitcom in the world."

"Okay, that's an exaggeration."

"Hey!" I pointed at her, "You write anything about me, but nothing wrong about F.R.I.E.N.D.S."

"Okay, Chandler", she giggled.

Did I just make her laugh? Her smile was pretty too, oh man I am Chandler, I made Monica laugh. Well, I couldn't do anything else, I tried to open the door, but no one was listening, so I sat beside her.

"Why are you sitting on the rug?", she asked.

"Because you are sitting here, why aren't you sitting on the...."

And then I saw, her white pants turning red from her crotch area, the blood had seeped into the white rug too. She shied away, she was embarrassed. Oh God, this woman, it was nothing to be embarrassed of. So what you came for your work, and you got your periods, what a big deal? She tried to cover her crotch with her bag and whispered, "I don't wanna ruin your couch."

I glanced at her as she fixed her hair behind her ears. I got up and took off my jacket, "Here, and please sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable."

She sure wanted to use the restroom, although I don't have any sanitary napkins at my place, I will get a pack and place them in the restroom as soon as I get out of this room. About that, if the door can't be unlocked then I have no option except breaking it. I stepped a few steps backwards, then rushed into the door, I did that four to five times when I heard Sakshi, who was now standing up.

"Stop hurting yourself", she screamed.

"I am just trying to open it", I said panting, "Do you have any tools?"

"Oh because I am a Monica", she spoke sarcastically.

I don't want to argue with her anymore, "Anything.... a hairpin which can pick the lock or a screwdriver."

"Wait... I have a nail-cutter."

"Oh yes, a nail cutter, why don't we give this damn door a pedicure", Sorry, my Chandler overpowers me sometimes.

"It's multifunctional and has got a screwdriver", she said while showing me her tool.

"Yes... that's the stuff", I said in excitement like a kid who found candy.

She gave me a death stare, as it also sounded like a creep with binoculars, "Umm... sorry."

In less than five minutes, I unscrewed the hinges and lifted the door. Both of us were back in the real world. As soon as I opened the door, she ran away with her notepads, her purse dangling on her arms, and my jacket covering her bottom. She left my apartment at once, shouldn't she have used the restroom first? Well, who can argue with her?

I was covered in sweat, I walked out to the living room, Shanta Didi was not in the kitchen, but Keshav, Oh this guy, was sitting cross-legged on the couch, it was as if there was no one in this world except him and the TV. I hit him with the remote, and he looked at me while rubbing his arm, "Can't you hear when I was screaming and banging on the door?"

"When?", he asked with an innocent look. This guy, I rubbed my sweaty brow.

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A few days later...

I woke up and sat in the living room, my morning Chai, a newspaper and a newly published magazine were kept on the table. To my surprise, my black jacket was also there with a "Thank you" note on top of it. I opened the magazine, and flipped through the pages, trying to look for my name, and there it was on page 14. My photo on the side and an entire page dedicated to me. First were the questions that were asked of me during the interview. But what amazed me was the personal note from the author.

"Arjun Kukreja is a respectable man with many rumours surrounding his name. He is not the so-called sigma man who may end up insulting others to show himself superior. Rather he helps others in need and is quite considerate about other people's emotions. He is the living identity of the statement, never to judge a book by its cover.

-Sakshi..."

"Bhaiya, aap bada muskura rhe ho", Shanta didi pointed out.

Translating to (Brother, you are smiling a lot)

"Aree yaar, Shanta didi, kuch nhi...aap bhi na..."

I didn't know that I was grinning from ear to ear. I folded the magazine and gently hit my head with it. I couldn't get rid of the smile that she stuck on my face with her words. Oh! She had to know that she did a good job. Personally!

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