Tara's life is simple: she's a strict teacher, PhD in irritability, and a certified expert at keeping her past exactly where it belongs-behind her. But when her best friend ends up in the hospital, Tara comes face-to-face with Dr. Aniket, the same c...
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The music was way too loud, like the bar was determined to ruin our hearing. As we walked in, I muttered to Tarini, "Are we here for music or a live heart attack? Kyun itna loud hai?"
Don't get me wrong, I like a night out as much as anyone, but I'd prefer not to feel the bass in my bones. Tarini and I had bailed on work halfway through the day because, after the week we'd had, the only cure was a solid amount of alcohol and questionable decisions.
"Shots, please!" Tarini called out to the bartender with a grin, as if she'd found the solution to world peace. I, on the other hand, went for a scotch, trying to act like I had my life together.
"Tonight, we're getting buzzed and maybe finding a little romance," Tarini said, winking. "So, tell me if someone catches your eye."
Typical Tarini—always ready to nudge me out of my shell, as if my "shy introvert" personality could just be flipped off like a switch. But hey, tonight was different, right? Kasam se, I'd promised myself, aaj toh kisi ka number leke hi jaungi.
I was always a shy person, an introvert person, and never had the guts to ask a boy even if I like him. I looked around the bar, scanning over every guy present there. I took an oath today that I'll leave only if I had a guy's number on my phone.
I liked being pampered and to get the necessary attention. I want to be taken care of, spoiled. Not because I am weak but the feeling of being cared for is absolutely addictive and when someone takes care of you, you don't want that someone to leave you. It happened with me, that's why I always say that a) Don't take care of me or b) if you insist on taking care of me then don't leave me ever. EVER.
The feeling of being left alone I feel nobody should ever witness because that's the most hurtful thing ever that can happen to you.
I was in 8th grade when I started liking him. It was too early to start liking someone maybe I was too young for that but I was sure that he was different from any of my classmates. I used to feel he was different. Uniquely different. Addictively different. Beautifully different.
He was the kind of boy you couldn't ignore—quiet but magnetic, like he was carrying secrets he'd only share with the right person. He had this way of looking at you, like he was really seeing you, and a half-smile that felt like it was meant only for you. I could watch his eyes all day. He had that swimmable eyes. We shared three unforgettable years in school, filled with stolen glances, inside jokes, and silent moments that meant more than words ever could. I thought he'd always be there, this constant presence I could rely on. But one day, just like that, he was gone—no goodbye, no explanation. Just a quiet, empty space where he used to be, leaving me with questions that still linger.
My little daydream bubble popped as the bartender finally brought Tarini her shots. She downed them like it was her life's mission. Seven shots down in less than a minute, and she was off to the dance floor, leaving me shaking my head.
And then, as my scotch was finally on its way, I heard a loud THUD right behind me.
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wassup my chaotic people!
hope you like the first chapter. Second chapter is published already because i know cliffhanger kisiko pasand nahi hai.
