PLAYBOY[Manan's Ff]

chapter-98

Nandu's Pov

After that, I cried a little not knowing why he got angry with me but realising him being friends with them. I understood they were all the same. I've done nothing, but in front of everyone he shouted. It's not my fault it's his mistake.No, his fault, no his...Whatever he is the sole reason. He did this voluntarily with full consciousness. I should be the one who should have been far from him. I thought he was Mine. My only friend, who will understand me but everything was my illusion. I expected more from him, while he saw me as a mere neighbour not even a friend.

Even if I'm just a friend, he would have questioned me taking me aside but he questioned me in front of everyone which means I'm just nothing in front of his eyes. Then what about his confession my heart was wrecked, it's all his Playboy thing not his true self. With that, I went to the washroom and washed my face. Aliyah was in front of the hall waiting for me without her friends. But the stare was different she was angry. Ignoring her mood I asked for help to get my bag.

But she said, "She needs to talk". I said, " I'm tired". Even though I'm not tired, I'm angry, even with her. I can't be angry with her, she has done nothing in this.

I sat beside the chair waiting as I couldn't go in and face the situation. After some time, realizing I won't talk any further. She went in and got my bag with that I moved out of the school. But before I moved she stated, "This is not over, we need to have a chat, you need to explain". I stopped to question what I needed to explain in this, It's him you should question. Realising she would always find fault in me, stopped me from speaking out his words. She was his Fangirl too.

With that I moved out of the school, somewhere there was a little wish that he would come after me. On my way, whenever a bike passed through, I expected him. But he was nowhere to be seen. That hurts more and makes me run into my room without even glancing at Mom. Mom shouted asking me what happened. But being frustrated and angry I didn't reply to Mom.

She didn't come after me, truly I'm glad about that. I can't explain what I'm going through Hurt or neglected or insulted or some other thing. I'm feeling everything at this moment. I completely lost and closed my door. Now I cried hard and slept. I got up only when Mom knocked on my door hard. I opened the door and she asked me to come out. But I lazily sat on my bed waiting for her to complete her preaching.

I didn't listen to anything as I held my head with all the things happening to me. Without knowing whether I listened or not she said, " Now, Come on have some food". I denied it I was not hungry. The only thing I'm feeling now is anger it doesn't make me feel any other emotion anymore. I just wanted to grab Manik and punch him hard on his so handsome face without causing any bruises but to feel the pain of how much I'm going through. Or just do some other thing to make him face what I'm going through.

Mom was talking to someone which I ignored. I went upstairs feeling the chilly wind I came down to my room and slept again. That's when I had a beautiful dream of Manik waking me up adorably asking me. I rubbed off my sleepy eyes and opened my eyes making me see him. I got up when I realised, It wasn't a dream but reality made me first think why I didn't have food and got angry at him. As he was behaving like he didn't know.

I just ignored it and again lay down pulling the duvet over. But he slowly removed innocently. If someone sees his face now, they don't trust he is the person who has humiliated and tried to frighten me. I just covered the duvet again. But again he removed the duvet, and that's when the doorbell rang.

He went down without saying anything. I just got up knowing why he left abruptly but didn't follow him as I was angry. It would be good if he won't come back again. I turned to the other side and lay down angrily.

Somewhere I want him to come and plead with me till I calm down. But I know Manik won't. But again he came back while Mom followed him. He showed me the paper box of chicken biryani. Even though I was tempted, anger dominated the hunger.