Stay With Me

11.

Nurvi scoops another big spoonful of her all time favourite mint chocolate chip I've cream, the coldness melting sweetly into her mouth, numbness sensation hitting her head for a while as she tries to cool her mind and blow some steam.

Eating icecream because murder is wrong >>>

Her eyes blazing fire as it darts between the two person, who seem to get on her nerves with their interactions, like a ping pong ball.
They were in the backyard, with all the bride's side family crowded around the circle shaped stage in the middle, practicing for the Sangeet night. And apparently, 'the girl' ,whom she had seen Iman with, was their dance teacher, whom Iman had personally called for the Sangeet.
Ofcourse!

She would hate to admit but 'the girl' is excellent in her job, her body moving on it's own on the beats of music as she teaches the aunties and uncles some basic steps for Sangeet.

Her eyes bulge out of their socket as the girl, drags Iman by his arms while he didn't even resist and accepts it with a smile on his face.
He never smiled so brightly with her.
Look at just how happy he is being near her!

The dj plays a random party song and all the family members fit onto that small circular stage, grooming on the beats of the song, but her eyes stick glued on the one pair in the middle.

But before she knew, her legs stormed their way towards the stage and towards the particular someone, while nudging when some family members tried engaging her with them.

Her eyes threw fire as she saw Iman's hand slipping on the girl's waste and he spinned her around while her laugh echoed around. She stepped as near them as possible and took the opportunity to 'accidently' stomp on his foot, smirking as she expected a yelp of pain but he didn't even budge a little.

All she got was a, 'Careful', while he attended his ringing phone, going to a secluded corner.
Huffing, she got down the stage and went back to her bowl of icecream.
Icecream is better than humans.

She didn't know why was she getting so worked up about him being involved with a girl, it's not like they were together or something. They weren't even friends. But it still didn't feel right seeing him with any other girl other than her.

She was lost in her thoughts when she felt someone sitting beside her, turning only to find the girl looking at her with a look she couldn't quite understand. Clearing her throat she saw her trance break and a smile forming on her lips, "Hi! I'm Trisha."

The weight of fake smile didn't feel much to Nurvi when she passed it in a business party as much as it felt right now towards the girl sitting in front of her.
"Hi, I'm Nurvi. Nurvi Rao.", she forwarded her hand for a handshake but instead she felt her body engulfed by someone's.
She wasn't someone who liked being touched unnecessarily but she couldn't bring herself to puch this girl.
Why was she feeling all these invisible connections with people she's meeting for the first time these days?

Backing off from the hug, she looked at the girl trying to find some solution to her confusion. Have they met before?
"Have we met before?", she couldn't stop herself from asking, the words sliping on it's own.
"Uhm, no! I mean, not really but I know you. You don't know me, but I know you. I mean, who doesn't know you? The Nurvi Rao, young entrepreneur and designer, ofcourse I know you.", she looked at her with an amused expression while she was out of breath due to all the rambling she just did. She was cute!

But as realisation hit her, she remembered how jealous she felt of her and guilt ate her from inside.
She has no right to get jealous of her, it's his life, his choice and he chose her, Trisha.
"You are his girlfriend?", kill her!
That wasn't what she wanted to ask nor the tone she used, which was clearly dripping in jealousy.
But all she got was a confused face as she tried to elaborate what she meant.
"Uhm, Iman's. You're his girlfriend.", that came more like a statement rather than a question. She knew it was true, she didn't need to act oblivious to it.
"Me? Iman's girlfriend? No! No, no, no, no,no...", she frantically shook her head, "You're getting it all wrong. I'm NOT his girlfriend."

Is it bad that she felt relaxed knowing this?

"I'm his sister.", but she didn't know Iman had a sister too.
"More like a foster sister. He and a very kind lady rescued me from my abusive and alcoholic uncle who-who..", she scooted a little closer to her and held her shaking shoulders,"who was trying to sell me."

An inaudible gasp left her lips and her body instantly hugged her's from the side, resting her head on her shoulder to give her support.
She can't even imagine the pain and torture she had to go through being with her so-called uncle.
How can someone treat their family like this?

And here she was dwelling on her jealous heart, when there are people with much bigger problems out there.

(The author here is not trying to sabotage someone's pain to others. No matter how big or small your problem is, your feeling matter.)

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Hey guys 👋🏻
Here's the 11th part of "Stay With Me".
It's not as lengthy as I promised but I'm trying.
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