My Dearest Rival

34.Sangeeta

Blue is my favourite colour. In our childhood we promised each other to travel place that includes blue:  ocean, and sky. He was captain of blue house and i was vice captain of blue house in our junior school. So much blue is there is our life.

He favourite colour is blue. He still love blue. He once told me how much he love blue because of me, and he still like it because of me? The thought makes me sick.

We didn't said a word since we selected that piece of cloth. I don't know why i decided to buy him clothes. Maybe i wanted to make us even. He came for me yesterday so i bought him clothes.

Or maybe i did it because i wanted to do something for him.

I don't know what is happening with me. I used to hate him. I hated being around him and now i am shopping with him and he is buying clothes for me and i did the same thing for him.

He chooses a saree for me. My dad has bought me a lot of dresses but this saree feels something else, something special.

"Fucking network" he mutter under his breath.

We are stuck in the elevator. It's been tem minutes since we are here. The security team had instantly made an announcement to stay calm and collected while they restart the elevator.

This is the last thing i wanted to happen. I have already agreed to go on Navya's wedding because of ishaan. He suggested me join him tomorrow. Yes i had received the invitation but i had no intention of going but ishaan forced me to go with him so i agreed. But i don't understand why crackyhead is suddenly willing to go with me.

My mind is already fucked up and the thought of his favourite colour is still haunting me.

Should i ask him or should i text him?
I need answers of my question.

Or you can ask him directly. It's not like you have hesitated ever before talking.

"Why is your favourite colour blue?" I ask. Our gaze meet and i felt goosebumps all over my body.

This is the first time we look at each other after we got struck at this elevator.

He took his time before opening his mouth.

"Who said my favourite colour is blue?" He said.

My eyebrows frowned. Is he kidding?

"You said it!" I nearly shouted.

When don't you shout Sangeeta? I don't remember the last time i talked sweetly to him.

"You have proof?" He ask.

This Little shit.

I blink twice and stare at him like he is some statue.

"No prove. No question" he said. The asshole has the audacity to smirk after lying.

I think it's time for me to show him real sangeeta. I have been acting very kind towards him.

"I am going alone tomorrow" i announce.

"I am coming with you" he does not bother looking at me.

"You never said anything about coming with me" i said.

"I told you in the showroom" this time he stare at me.

"Do you have proof?" I smile widely at him.

He gave me a look. I ignore him like i used to English classes.

"No proof. No going to wedding" i said.

He rolled his eyes. Silence took place between us. I didn't bother asking him the same question another time. If he doesn't want to answer, then let it be. I am not dying to know anything.