Caught in a web of deception and heartache, Kiran's life veers off course after a malicious prank and a crushing betrayal. Amidst the turmoil, a mystical encounter transforms her friends into distant shadows of their former selves. Seeking refuge in...
As much as I was itching to go on a solo mission to find that goddamn cemetery, I couldn't risk it with these clueless idiots around. Of course, they have no clue. Their universe revolves around their dating dramas and gossip. Who would've guessed?
I paced in my tent-yeah, the tent's huge. Comes with the territory of being stuck with these royal wannabes. At least their endless drama had a perk. Anyway, enough of my mid-rant. Thanks for saving me from myself, right, readers? Author, what are you doing? Trying to paint me as even more of a psycho than I already am? Fantastic.
Anyway, back to the circus...
It's lunchtime. I can hear these clowns stumbling around outside. None of them know their way around a kitchen. And let's be real, neither do I. But survival food? I got that covered-soup, sandwiches, salad, eggs, and chocolate milkshake (don't ask; it's my comfort food). The basics.
Footsteps outside my tent. Go on, open the zip, I dare you. Oh, hey Arnav. I can practically see the girls outside whining for fast food. And behind him, Madhav. Great. I'm about to get roped into cooking for these jackasses. Bet 20 bucks they're about to force me into it.
Madhav looks at me, rubbing his neck. "Uh..."
Arnav's scratching his ear, looking between Madhav and me. "Umm... Kiran?"
Yeah, take your time figuring out you're starving. I'm starving too, you know. I give them my best death glare-stone-faced, no emotion. Who knew standing there with my shoes on could shut people up?
After a painfully awkward few minutes, I get up. "Okay, you had your chance. Now I'm heading to the village market to get something to eat." Wallet's in my pocket, phone, bag, and-oh, whatever. I grab the car keys and step out. They follow me like lost puppies. I could call them creeps right now.
The boys-Pragyan, Arnav, Madhav, and Shivansh-all stare at me. Madhav finally asks, "Do you, uh... know how to... cook?"
I smirk. Readers, pay up. Your girl just won 20 bucks. I look at them with my most disinterested face. Blink my eyes half-open. Might as well close them; they're not worth my time. "Yeah, so?"
Pragyan asks, "Could you cook for us? We might set the campsite on fire."
I'm looking at them like we could easily go days without food. Not that I'm anorexic or give a shit about their opinions on my body. It's my body, my rules. I eat when I damn well please. If I decide to devour the entire month's food supply, so be it.
I sigh dramatically-because, of course, I'm a drama queen. "Are there any food supplies here?" I glance at the bags of raw ingredients in the girls' trunk. Clothes and food, huh? Who knew?
I shove my stuff into my bag, drop it off at the tent, then head to the car for the bags of veggies and fruits. This is going to be a long haul.
Now I'm in the campsite kitchen-royalty's special little corner. I look around and decide, fuck it. I'm making roasted vegetables and Parmesan mushrooms. Ratatouille? Hell no.
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An hour later, we're at the camp table. I'm proud of my cooking-yeah, sue me. I load my plate and dig in. They're all staring at me, waiting for me to serve them. Haha, jokes on you. You've got hands, arms, and brains. Use them.
After five minutes, they finally serve themselves. Good realization, people. I'm stuffed after one and a half servings. Watching them moan over my food? Deal with it. Not realizing they actually liked it. Thanks? Oh wait, none of you spoiled brats said that.
I get up, head to my tent, and check my phone. Mom and Dad, I'll visit you soon. I'll find your hidden tombs. Black roses? Red, black, and white sound better? See you... maybe tonight? Yeah, tonight.
Sitting outside, with the whole gang, waiting for them to hit the sack. Why camp if you're just going to watch movies on your laptops? Seriously? If you want to watch a movie, why the hell are you even camping?
I start counting sheep-not to fall asleep, but to tally how these idiots whine about the movie. They're watching The Nun, and the girls are all lovey-dovey with their boyfriends, whining about needing support. Support my ass. I watched it alone in the dark and found it more comedic. The nun looked like me after a breakup-dark, smeared eyeshadow and all. I'm cackling.
Okay, rambling again. Oh look, they're finally asleep. Now, I can sneak off to explore and maybe find those tombs. I grab my backpack, three torches, batteries, raincoat, phone, and map. Time for a long, dark walk.
