𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗮
A sunshine yet bold girl, obsessed with bollywood and books, sweetheart for most, poison for others.
𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗿
A cold and reserved guy, doesn't care for anything other then his priorities, yet a darling t...
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We all ran towards the backdoor as soon as we heard Siddharth. I did think of fighting in the beginning, but after getting a glimpse of those goons, running seemed to be the best option.
Honestly, this doesn't even feel as scary to me as it should. I mean, I live for this adventure, this adrenaline rush I feel as I run. Everyone else is ahead of me. I run as fast as I could, my hair flying in the air, dupatta accompanying it as it flares in the air.
I feel like the main character of a movie. I might sound crazy - but it is what it is.
As if to break my dream and the main character vibe, my dupatta got stuck somewhere. The sound of my dupatta ripping was accompanied by my yelp as I twist my ankle and fell face first on the floor.
Ouch! Reality check has never been this painful before. I sit up on the couch and look at my dupatta, which was now in two pieces.
Ugh! It was brand new!
As I sit there, mourning for my torn dupatta, I'm reminded of the 'adventure' I was loving just a few moments ago as I hear footsteps getting closer.
Shit!
I somehow manage to stand up, wincing, thanks to my ankle.
I look up to see the goons. I look around for a weapon to fight with. Just as the goons were about to step forward, the back door opens and in steps a panicking Siddharth.
He looked relieved as soon as he saw me, but that expression changed back to panic when he saw the goons just a few feet away from me.
He was beside me before I could even blink.
"What is wrong with you? Can't you just run with us instead of trying to be some kind of hero?!", he shouted in frustration.
"Don't shout at me!", I snapped back.
"Then don't do such things!"
"I didn't even do anything!"
"Yeah right! I am the one trying to be the hero!"
I opened my mouth to argue back, but one of the goons interrupted me, "Aye! Is this some kind of joke!? We are standing here, and you are fighting with each other?!", he looked more hurt than angry because we weren't giving them attention.
"Are ruko na bhaiya! Aap se bhi ladenge hum! Pehle inki to zara khatirdari karle!", I said, which surprisingly made the goon shut up.
Wow. They aren't as dangerous as they seem.
I turned towards Siddarth, ignoring the pain in my ankle. Crossing my arms, I said, "Who told you I am trying to be a hero here?"
"No one needs to tell me. I can see it!"
I roll my eyes, "Wow! Such great observation. What else can you see? Can you see my torn dupatta here? Or the pain in my ankle because it bloody twisted?! Can you?"
