[a desi bus romance] Vijay and Nila have only one thing in common - they take the same bus at the same time everyday. What if this mere commonality steers their life into a whirlpool of uninvited feelings, wholesome conversations and unexpected conn...
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If Nila thought Vijay was trouble, Tarun was the harbinger of tragedies. Who in the right mind would drag four people to a trampoline park when they have a wedding to attend in the evening?
Tarun Tej, that's fucking who.
He should get an A+ for his persuasion skills and be awarded a Phd in marketing.
Nila was usually the light in the dark, the compass of perfectionism and discipline amidst chaos but somehow Tarun managed to shatter it and influence her to make her worst mistake in history. With the way Tarun sold the idea of having fun in the trampoline park and the reels he'd saved to show them, he chipped away the uncertainty swirling inside her. She had asked so many questions: Won't we become tired? (There is enough time to take rest and then get ready), What about lunch? (We'll just order outside), What if no one is able to drive back? (We'll take an auto and come back later for our motorbikes).
Vijay, obviously, didn't give a damn about it. Tanvi seemed to have changed her mind and welcomed any kind of distraction that came her way. She had expected Krish to be the voice of reason but the only thing he had said was to make up their mind soon. Nila didn't want to feel like the party pooper here and the idea of going to a trampoline park was enticing, if the timing wasn't considered. Eventually, Nila had agreed.
Bad choice.
Now that they had all come back from the trampoline park, everyone was spent. Every bone and muscle ached. Vijay was the only one who seemed less dead. Krish had managed to order food before he went to take a hot shower. Tarun curled up on the carpet and Tanvi next to him. Vijay collected the order from the door but no one was ready to eat.
"Aren't you guys hungry?" Nila asked. They had had a few slices of bread and coffee before they left for the park.
"We are but we are too tired to eat," Tanvi groaned.
Nila rolled her eyes. She was starving and she didn't care for the ache in her body. Grabbing plates and cutleries from the kitchen, she started serving the fried rice and split the pizza. Vijay stole quick bites from her as she ate before he winked at her and asked her if she wanted to join him in the shower. Nila didn't even have the energy to blush. She simply stared at him without emotion even though the idea of someone helping her in the shower was tempting in her current situation.
She couldn't remember when she had worked out before. That must be the reason her body felt like it might give up any minute. It was about time Nila started a workout routine.
After she was done eating, she felt her eyes droop. Her body sagged into the sofa. But she couldn't go to sleep in her stinky sweaty clothes. She had to shower. Reluctantly and painfully, she walked to the bathroom. She could hear her mother's voice in her head, scolding her for bathing after eating. But she couldn't care less about that right now.
Hot shower, hot shower, hot shower, she told herself, picturing it and forcing herself to get in. And once the water hit her skin, she sighed loudly and closed her eyes. Memories of the time in the trampoline park flashed in her mind --- Tanvi pushing her brother whenever she got the chance, Krish doing the highest jump in the trampoline and Vijay calling him a cheat, Vijay dragging Nila into the pit of foam blocks. She sagged against the wall and smiled. Despite the ache in her bones after that workout, she wouldn't deny the fact that she'd made some damn good memories--- memories that would stay forever.
