Teri Meri Kahani

19. The talk

MANSI'S POV:

There were still 30 more minutes left for our classes to begin and till then, we were here, in the most secluded part of our school, so that we could have the so called 'talk'. I felt mentally exhausted at this point. The only reason why I was here, was because he wanted to talk, and once he was determined to do/have something, he wouldn't let go of that until he achieves it. And I wasn't in the mood of arguing or showing any restrictions. Because all I wanted at this point was to just listen to whatever he has to say and get it done with. I didn't even want to give him any response. Just nod to whatever he says, hum at a few points and get it done with. This was all I had in my mind.

30 mins more nandu, after that you could concentrate on the class and completely ignore the part that hurts you.

Well, if not concentrate, atleast I could pretend to do so.

We both had our needs at this point and we had to just get it done with.

He wanted to talk to me and I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and get some time for myself to digest everything that has been taking place in my life. So the best option for now was to adjust and get both the things done because resistance isn't always the solution. Listening to things sometimes solves issues better than avoiding to address them.

These have been my thoughts ever since I was a kid. I wouldn't resist. 1 would just get it done with at any cost, but paying interest to it or not was in my hands tho,

I stood there, with my hands crossed against my chest and my leg shaking continuously due to so many emotions. He just stood there while biting his lips nervously and fiddling his fingers. The weight of his body was shifting on either of his feet alternatively as he tried to stay calm. Well, he didn't have to be nervous now. Because the only reason for him to be nervous was due to the fear of the reaction I would give him.

But that was the point, there would be no reaction from my side. Absolutely no reaction. I would just smile at him, congratulate him and wish him luck for his future with the love of his life and move on to concentrate on my life.

Because even I had a love of my life. The only difference is that, his was another human but mine was myself. Atleast from now on. The only person I would love the most was myself.

There is a very thin line between self love and being selfish. But what I was trying to inculcate was pure self love. Because I know, no matter what happens, I would still be the first person to run to him when he needs help.

The only thing matters is, will I still be the first person he would call for help?

I was brought out of my dilemma when he made the sound of a fake cough to gather my attention towards him.

SHANTANU: So, care to tell me how you got this plaster on your foot?

MANSI: Fashion hai naya. *sarcastic smile*

(It's a new fashion.)

SHANTANU: Wow! such a great style.

MANSI: I know right?! you should wear it too! on your head! I would actually love to help you with it by breaking your skull open.

SHANTANU: Sheesh tigress why so aggressive?

MANSI: Fast shantanu. We don't have time.

SHANTANU: First tell me how did you get yourself injured?

MANSI: I was practicing the choreography and tried to do the lifts, didn't work out and therefore, you can see what happened.

SHANTANU: Seriously mansi?! even after I told you not to do those alone?! when will you stop doing-