Aap Koun Hai? PT 1

Whisked Away ✨

My feet tap furiously on the floor matching my rapid heartbeats, and my mind mulls over Amara, like a wave dragging in and out . What was Kairav feeding to her? Was he trying to make her hate me even more-say something utterly wrong...because that sounded like him. Amara might even believe it, especially after I left her to hang out with these morons.

Ugh why did I do that? What's wrong with me?

And now, with Vihaan troubling me to participate, I cannot even think about her properly . He nudges me from time to time, prompting me to say something or laugh along and be part of the group. But I do not want to. I want to be with Amara. I want someone I can trust, and right now none of the people I am with are on my trustable list.

But will Vihaan understand? I shoot several death glares at him hoping he'll get the message and let me leave to find Amara, but he ignores my threats, focusing on what he wants instead.

So when the bell finally rings, I immediately get up from the cafeteria bench and march outside trying to find her.

I have to apologize to her for what happened. That wasn't right.

I search the campus briefly-its concrete paths, park, benches, little lakes and basketball court. But that goes in vain.

I curse under my breathe, unable to find her-maybe she is mad-maybe she went to her next class? And when the second bell rings I have no choice but to make my own way to class.

I arrive five minutes late and after another ten minutes of lecture by the professor, I saunter inside the room.

This is the second time I am late for the week.

I am aware of the eyes that are on me as I slug through the room, and at this point I am too tangled in my own thoughts to give it any attention.
Amara Amara Amara

Her name utters in my mind of guilt.

The day goes on ,and unfortunately I don't see her in any of my classes .

At the end of the day I search for her again.

Finally, after a long search,I catch sight of her pink striped, black sports car on which she is leaning against , with her head covered in her phone, deep in work.

I breathe out relieved and the thumping of blood in my temple eases. I can talk to her and clear things up. I don't know what I can say, but I have to try something before it gets out of hand. Before our friendship breaks. Because then, I wouldn't know if this was all worth it.

I shout her name "Amara" my voice laced with excitement mingling with a hint of hesitancy. She snaps her head up, her eyes meeting mine, and a smile pulses on her lips .She waves back.

Relief swims through my blood, and my chest feels lighter, like a huge boulder has been lifted off it. So things are still mendable.

She signals me to come over so she can drop me home, like how she normally does ,and I am more than ready to accept the offer. However, as I take a few steps, another car pulls up next to me.

It's a black BMW, the windows roll down and I find Vihaan sitting in the driver's seat.

He turns to me, his dark shades covering his eyes, and with a cold grumbling voice he demands "Get in"

Is he mad? After what happened in the cafeteria does he think I'll still obey? Why does he even want to drop me?

Amara has fear etched on her brows at Vihaan's car-fear of losing me.

I can't do this to her again, I know we are supposed to act like me and Vihaan are dating, but this just isn't fair.

I walk forward ignoring him, but this moron doesn't get the hint, instead he keeps driving as I walk, making sure he is right at my pace.