The Classy Thirteen

Best Birthday

Mayank's POV:

I woke up to my parents singing "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mayank, happy birthday to you."

As I opened my eyes, I saw them standing with a cake in their hand right infront of my bed.

"Happy birthday dear son." My mom came closer and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you Mom." I chime, before she gave a kiss on my forehead and hugged me.

"Happy birthday my champ." My dad says, as he fed me a piece of cake.

"Thank you Dad." I hugged him.

"Pata hi nahi chala kab 21 saal beet gaye." He said, while caressing my hair.

I began to sing, holding his hand."Just how fast the night changes."

"Here's your birthday gift!!" My mother exclaimed, flaunting a gift box.

"Is me kya hai?" I ask.

"Khud dekh lo." She handed me the box.

I began to unwrap the box as I took it, my eyes widening in surprise and enthusiasm as I found the 'Lalique For Bentley Crystal Edition' perfume inside the box.

"Oh my God!! I can't believe it.... how did you get to know that I've been desiring to have this one?" I exclaimed, my eyes fixed on the magnificent bottle of the perfume.

"I'm your mom afterall." Mom had proud expressions on her face.

"And I also have a present for you." Dad says.

"What is it?" I ask, in an enthusiastic voice.

"A trip to London, with The Classy Thirteen." He says.

"God this sounds unreal!!." I exclaimed.

"It's real, y'all should leave tomorrow, I have booked rooms in the hotel for everyone." Mom fed me another piece of cake.

"I'm definitely God's favourite child, to have parents like you too." I hugged them, my eyes got tearry.

"And we're blessed to have a son like you." Mom says, before kissing my head.

After spending some good time me, my parents went back to sleep cause they had work in the morning, unlike me.

"Happy Birthday Mister Mayank Charming Patel." I say to myself, while looking into the mirror which was right infront of my bed.

Why didn't I check my phone yet? There must be countless beautiful messages on it.

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Instagram, as there were no notifications from WhatsApp yet, I didn't even expect any text from Priscilla.

Yes, we broke up last month. I didn't feel like telling anyone about it, because it ain't that serious. We were falling out of love so it was better to just let each other be happy with our own stuff.

As I went through Instagram, there was no text from anyone but Prerna.

That's strange.

"2 new messages"

My eyes widened in disbelief as I read her messages.

"Hi Mayank, can you please come over?"

"I think there's someone in my house."

I couldn't think of anything at the moment, I just got out of my bed.

"God, where did I put my car keys?" I scream quietly.