Mother miss heavenly nature decided to carry some weight off my heart as she spread the blessing of petrichor all around my room. It was my kind of weather. Some pitter patters poured as I lifted my face out from my palm. Who was going to tell mother nature that despite I was so grateful towards her effort of making storms less noisy, that somehow didn't work for the hurricane under my heart.
With the thoughts of everything I could do from reading a book to making digital journals on Shuffles (an app), to watching my favourites shows to constantly keep rotting in the bed for ever, I decided to check the very last option. So what if I'm rotting in bed with growling stomach and rain outside, crying over a guy who broke up with me for someone else? Atleast, that makes me feel like a less cheesy version of Priyanka Chopra from Bajirao Mastani! Main character vibes. While I was busy making his voice echo in my head like I were in an actual movie, I heard my door opening. What..the..HELL? Even opening of doors are scary if you live alone. I flinched hard as it was pushed open! Never I mind, it was just Prachi.
"Bro...Aakriti..." her face paled further, making her loss of words evident. "Bro...Pathak..." I added in further with a weak smile. She stood there for a good second, keeping the can of cold coffee and a bag of freshly steamed momos aside. Her symphathizing eyes didn't take much longer to adhere on my face as she came nearer and hugged me tightly like no one could. She was taller than I was, and she knew how to give the best hugs. She knew I wasn't sad from the break up. Neither was she. An hour and half time worth of comforting me and 1197 reasons why he was toxic as f*ck to me later, we finally touched the momos. Best part of the day was momos with Prachi, I must say.
I didn't even need to move on from him, afterall I had made the decision of dating men rather than swines.
He made me ugly cry for my poor choice is all that hurt me. But let's just compensate that with the sound sleep I had after sobbing for an hour.
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RomanceCharacters: •Avyaan Malhotra ~ 4th year MBBS. Brown hair, dark brown eyes, tall enough to steal your girlfriend (6'2), well spoken, career oriented, really good at choosing his friends. •Aakriti Singh ~Persuing journalism, dark brown eyes, black ha...
