Teri Meri Kahani

5. Butterflies

MANSI'S POV:

I have been having these weird feelings ever since that day Shanvi told me to observe Shantanu's face and I don't know what to call those. I can't be attracted to my best friend, right? It's freaking impossible! I mean, I've seen him growing up right beside me. I know what a total nutcase he is! He's a dumbo, doesn't do his assignments, asks me to help him with those, keeps joking around always, flirts with me and so many more reasons for me to not like him! How can I like him?

Well, when you know all the bad qualities of a person and still find them attractive, those are called true feelings duh.

I need to shut my brain up. I mean, I agree those are not exactly bad qualities but I could take anything that could make these weird feelings at this moment.

Was I trying my best to shoo away these feelings?

Yes.

Was it working?

Abso-fvcking-lutely not!

I let out a frustrated groan and ran my fingers through my hair. At this moment, only thing that could help me was distance between us, and that was totally not possible.

Why? you would ask.

Well, that's because right now I am at our school's dance studio, waiting for that dumbo to arrive so that we could start our practice. And dance can't be performed/practiced with distance separating us, can it? All this is driving me crazy already that piece of shit is too late for the practice.

I was lost in my own thoughts- ok maybe his thoughts, when I heard the door of the studio being opened and my eyes diverted in the direction of the door. He entered the studio while uttering sorry continuously as if he already knew he fvcked up. Well, that he did and I wasn't going to spare him. I looked around me to find something and found my jacket lying there. I picked it up and rolled it into a ball and threw it at him but he hit it with his hand which sent it back in my direction and it landed on my face.

He was soo dead now..!

I got up from where I was sitting and ran towards him only to jump on him and started hitting him with my tiny fists. He tried to save himself by covering his face but the rage inside me today is totally unpredictable. First my brain was messed up with all these new feelings, second he was late, and third and the last, until now, was that he threw that jacket at my face. Well, technically he saved himself but couldn't care any less. I needed to vent all this out somewhere and he was a great punching bag.

SHANTANU: oye pagal ruk muh tod degi mera bas kar.

(heyy crazy girl wait, you'll break my face.)

MANSI: pagal hoga tu! time dekha hai? 4:00 ki baat hui thi 5:45 ko aaraha hai..! late aaya so aaya upar se mere pe jacket mara woh alag. Aaj toh tujhe jaan se maar dungi mai.

(you're crazy! have you even looked at the time? we had decided to start the practice at 4:00 and you've come at 5:45, upon that you threw the jacket on me! I will kill you today.)

SHANTANU: aaahh!! arre yaar nandu ruk jaa maine kahan jacket pheka woh toh tune pheka tha. Maine bas usko haath maara woh aake tere gir gaya..!! sorry yaar jaan much ke nhi kiya jaane de mai mar jaunga.

(aahh!! Mansi wait, when did I throw the jacket? you threw it, I just hit it to shift its direction but it landed on You sorry yaar I didn't do it purposely, leave me or else I'll die.)

MANSI: Isse accha toh tu mar hi jaa!

(you better die than being like this.)

He let out a frustrated groan followed by my name. Was it only me or would anyone else find it sexy too?