WHAT MAKES ME A MAN?[#Missiondesi]

22) After all I am an Indian girl, I am used to people judging me.

Author's note:

Thanks kaniharpanda   for Sending me my Christmas gift. I knew that giving my mail was dangerous ;)

I never thought you will send a morphed video of myself dancing with my celebrity crush. That was so thoughtful.

Did you waste your time doing this then studying?

And HOW DID YOU GET MY PHOTO?

Thanks for 6k comments.

The question for this chapter, Say one gift you received from your friends?

I already answered the question above.

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22) After all I am an Indian girl, I am used to people judging me.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:

Catherine was sitting on her bed and Sri was on the chair near her table. Her room was just like a girl's room, neatly organised and well maintained. Her wardrobe was closed unlike boys whose wardrobe are always open. Her bed was neatly made and one of J.K.Rowling's latest crime thriller was on her bed.

Sri was examining her room and none of this missed his eyes. Neat wardrobe, books and clean room. Typical girl.

Catherine knew that he was judging her by her room. After all I am an Indian girl, I am used to people judging me.

She was clearly uncomfortable now. She was used to hear murmurs when she walked on the roads. She had seen men watching her like hawk. She felt like a prey in their eyes.

She never understood this society. Why do people have to wait to pass a comment in this machine world?

There are people who don't have a minute to analyse why their  son is crying but they have a minute to pass a rude judgement against a girl.

Sri was still examining her room and she was still seeing the floor. Her eyes were full of fears. She knew that Sri was a part of her past. A past which she had been trying with all of her will power to forget.

You can forget a memory which is in your brain but how can she forget something which is etched in every single cell of her body.

Worst place for a girl to live after going through a disaster is India. They will never let a girl forget her past because there are people who are always on her back to remind it to her.

Catherine was nearly scared. She had acquired a habit of panicking. She was now sitting with a man inside a closed room. If someone saw this then I am done.

Catherine cleared her mind and she said to him, "Can we go outside and talk?" He saw her and she was still outside. Her room didn't have an air conditioner and the fan was not functioning as the power was not supplied as there was a maintenance work.

He made himself comfortable on her bed and sat Indian style on her bed with his foot on her bed. He replied to her, "Somethings are better to be discussed inside closed rooms."

He never had any idea what the position in her house was. For him she was a normal daughter and the woman who was on the other side was a normal mom but it wasn't true. She was still seeing the ground.

Sri was still seeing her. He got annoyed and said, "Give up the act and see my face. It's not like I am pervert who is trying nasty things on you. You already know me or did you forget me?"