Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need...
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It was the evening of her party, and I've tried every possible excuse to not attend it. Dad knows it too well why I'm making these excuses, so it didn't work out for me. Sadly, I have to attend it now.
I was wearing black pants and buttoning up my white shirt starting from the bottom while looking into the mirror. As I advanced to the top buttons, I noticed that the third button was loose and was about to come off.
This is annoying. I already don't want to go and now this.
Letting out a sigh, I walked to Kavya's room and knocked on the door. She opened it up, letting me in. "All ready bhaiya?"
"Not yet." I walked further into her room. "Can you stitch this?" I showed her the loose button. "I don't want it to come off during the event."
"Sure bhaiya. Let me get the thread."
I sat on the bed waiting for her and she returned with a needle and thread in her hand. "Give the shirt to me and wear something else for a bit. I'll fix it and return it to you."
I was about walk away to my room when the devil entered, dressed in a black saree. A full sleeves blouse, shimmery black embroidery, open hair, silver dangling earring. Since when have devils started to look beautiful?
Fuck.
Did she suddenly get prettier, or have I just started noticing her now?
She stood by the door looking at me and I kept staring back.
"Yahvi what are you doing here?" My sister's voice interrupted our eye contact.
"I came to give you these earrings that you had asked for." She walked in handing Kavya a box.
"Why did you come all the way here? You could've given it to me at your house too."
"I could've but I was getting bored sitting at home. I got ready before everyone else and there was still time to the party, so I decided to show up myself," the devil explained. "Also uncle was calling you downstairs."
"Oh okay I'll go. Here bhaiya," she handed me the needle. "I'll be back." She left leaving us two in the room.
"What's this for?" She asked nearing me.
I pulled up the placket showing her the loose button there.
"Give it to me," she took the needle out of my hand. "I'll stitch it for you."
"Do you even know how to?" I knitted my brows.
"What do you think a designer does?" She scoffed.
"I'll do it myself." I snatched the needle out of her hand.
"Sure." She shrugged her shoulders and began advancing towards the door.
I hesitantly pierced the placket with the needle, not knowing exactly what to do and it suddenly stabbed my chest.
