Not-So-Girly-Girlfriends #MissionDesi #YourStoryIndia

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Alisha's POV
The speech went very well. It wasn't the one she had been mumbling the whole morning. It was much more better than that. I knew that she would nail it without any practice. She just needs to be confident about herself. I look over at her and I'm glad she has started talking to Nihal, her brother. I wish I could have been there to support her when she was freaking out before the speech but I was busy entertaining our new bunch of friends from last night. They are a cool company. I never thought I would say that.
"Vicky, my God!", "jeez Vicky", "that speech was something", were a few comments people started to say altogether, when she made her way to us, along with some hooting. I gave her a huge smile and hugged her. "I'm so proud of you," I said. She giggled.
"And you look so hot," Karan said. A blush emerged on her cheeks.
Obviously she did look hot. She is wearing this black sleeveless gown with a golden design on her waistline. There's a cut showing off her left leg which ends just above her knees. It's simple yet elegant. Just perfect for her. And what gives her an edgy look is one of her classic messy hair Updo.
"Eyes off her guys, she's mine," I tell them holding her hand as she smiles.
"I'm glad you guys made it," she said.
"Of course we did," Kanish replies. "We never miss to attend any occasion which offers free food." Boys I tell you! Vicky rolls her eyes at them as they laugh.
"What did we miss," Zara asked followed by Myra and Vivan.
"Nothing much," Alisha said.

Vicky's POV
We indulge into small talks when someone taps my shoulder. I turn around to find Shaina with a huge bouquet of purple orchids. I love purple orchids.
"What is this," I said, a huge smile pasted on my lips.
"Someone came and wanted to give this to you. I asked him to give it to you on his own but he persuaded me to do the honours," she said. I took the bouquet in my hand. It's so beautiful. I remove the small note attached in to it.
'Well done! You always make me proud doll! I knew you would make this happen!'

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It was a nice Sunday morning. I was at Aarav's place for the weekend. Of course I had lied to my parents that I was spending it at Zara's place. I know I shouldn't be lying to them but I needed to meet him. It had been so long that I had got to enjoy his company. Even our conversations wouldn't last more than five minutes and I felt worried for him since when he got into the zone of working, he forgot the rest of the world around.
He will sleep at 3 am or even 4. He will just eat Maggi or anything that will cook instantly or sometimes sleep empty stomached. He seems to care more about me but I have never seen him take care of himself. Since I was free this weekend I made up an excuse of going at Zara's place and meet him instead. Of course I had told Nihal about it. If dad happened to want to call at Zara's place then he would handle it. You always need someone to back you up. Siblings are your best shot. I was just told by him to take care of myself and not to do anything stupid which I obviously know.
So I packed my bag with clothes for two days. My brother had arranged train ticket for me and from there I took a cab to his place. It's obviously not the first time I have come here.
I knocked his door and confusion was the only thing written on his face. He looked so drained. So sleepy and tired. He had patches of beard growing on his face. Under his eyes were the black bags proving that he didn't sleep properly.
"Should I slap you or pinching you would get you out of your thoughts?" I asked him with a grin.
"Oh my God! You're actually here! I thought my brain was playing with me," he said and hugged me in the doorway. I hugged him back. I missed him holding me like this. But this hug was different. Not like all the hugs we shared. This hug had an urgency in it. As If, if he pulled away he might loose me. That he just wanted to savour this moment for he was afraid that this will never happen again. But then again, he just might be missing me a lot and I'm misinterpreting the situation. Jeez Vicky! You need to stop thinking so much.
"All okay?" I asked him. He slowly pulled away and nodded. "I'm so happy to see you. God! I had missed you so much," I said grazing my thumb on his cheek. He gave a small smile.
"Come in," he said taking my bag in his hand and leading me in. The living room was covered with his dirty clothes and sheets and whatever else he had.
"So you still wear the superman boxers I gave you, nice!" I said with a smirk since a boxer and a tee is all that he is wearing. He smiled. Why is he so quiet?
I ignore his silence and start picking up his stuff from everywhere trying to make his apartment presentable if not perfect. "What are you doing?"
"Clearing this shit up," I tell him.
"You don't have to do this Vicky."
"Of course I do! I'm not sitting on your stinky clothes."
"What I meant was for you to let it be while I'll clean this up. Okay?"
"I can help. Look at you, you seem to be like a homeless person. You need to grab some rest."
"No, I don't, " he started to argue but I pressed my finger against his lips and made him shut up. I took his hand in mine and led him to the bedroom and made him lie on the bed. "Sleep, okay?"
I turned away from him to leave the room so I could get this place tidied up but then i heard a familiar song playing. Then I realise that he had fast forwarded it and stopped it at the chorus. "If I lay here.. If just lay here... Would you lie with me and just forget the world," Chasing cars. He once had asked me to listen this song. I have loved it ever since. I shake my head realising his request as i head to the bed and sleep next him with his arm as my pillow. "I love you Doll.. And no matter what... I always will. Get that? I want you to know that I'll support you in whatever choice you make. I want you to become a great, great person. Someone everybody will remember. And I know that day won't be far away when you'll make me proud," he said slowly. I creased my forehead at his sudden confession.
"Why do you sound like my dad," I say jokingly.
"Because I care for you. I love you and I'm gonna play multiple roles in your life to make you achieve your goals. I just want you to know that I'm always gonna be on your side," he says. The music is still in the background. I'm rubbing circles on his chest.
"Why are you talking about this now," I ask looking right in his eyes, the smile on my face vanishing as he looks pleadingly at me as if he is going to pull the trigger at me.
"I need to tell you something," he says.

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OMG! This cannot be happening. There's one person in this whole wide world who calls me doll.
"Where is he," I ask her.
"I dunno," she shrugs trying to spot him in the crowd. I do the same thing. It's when I spot a guy, white button up, black suit, hair pulled up on one side, trying to make his way out. That's him.
I hand the bouquet to Alisha who is as puzzled as I am. I hold my dress a bit up preventing myself from falling down as I rush to catch up with him. He only speeds himself up as if knowing that he is being followed. Not now, Aarav, we need to talk, is all I can think. Yes it's Aarav.
I get out of the library to find that the lift has already gone two floors down. No time to waste I remove my heels and take the stairs in spite of Alisha screaming for me to wait up followed by Myra and Zara. No one ain't got time to do that.
Within a few minutes I have reached the ground floor and ask the guard about the man who just left. He pointed to the parking and I dashed there.
"Aarav," I called out from where I was. I can see a figure getting inside the car. "Aarav please!" I say once again. He looks back which confirms to me that he knows that I am here. He gives me an apologetic look. His eyes all glossy. "Why are you doing this? I forgave you long ago," I whispered as he drove away tears flooding my eyes. I feel a hand on my shoulder as she pulls me closer for a hug. "Why is he doing this?"
"It's okay," is all Alisha says. Zara and Myra have processed all the happenings.
"It's time to kick some asses," Zara says while heading to the car but I hold her wrist tightly.
"Let him be," I tell her.
"Seriously?" She asks once again.
"Yeah, no point in wasting our time behind those who care less about us, right?" I asked her.