ONE LAST TIME (Discontinued)

CHAPTER 3

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Songs of the Chapter:

Red- Taylor Swift

Saiyaara- Ek tha Tiger

Nadaan Parindey – Rockstar

Pretty Wicked Things- Dawn Richardson

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I groaned as I hit the mattress on my bed. Calling today as an eventful day would be an understatement. It was an emotional roller coaster. I still hadn't gotten around to processing it all and it was already making my head throb. I sighed palming the side of my forehead and glanced at my bag on the dresser that had that one precious thing. After my talk with Aryaman, I didn't even have the courage to see it. I was too scared of the implications and doubts that would follow if I even took one glance at it.

Some day you'll have to. My mind told me but I ignored it. Not today. I wasn't ready enough. I had worked hard to shun everything that reminded me of him. His only place was in my memories and in my heart. But that watch. That watch was his physical reminder. One, that I wanted to hold close to me and also the one that I wanted to keep as far away as possible.

I groaned again as I realized these conflicting emotions were taking me nowhere. It was useless. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from my bag. I would deal with it later. Right now, I needed to focus my energies on something else or I was sure to go insane.

Dhruv was right. I needed to get my life back in gear. That was the only way I could survive this.

Before I could decide what to do with myself, I heard Chachi (Aunt) calling my name. "Nandu!"

"Yes Chachi!" I yelled back.

"Come and help me in the kitchen dear!"

Perfect. I thought to myself. Chachi was really my angel from heaven. I never thought of her as anything less than a mother. For, if she wasn't my mother, how did she know I needed a distraction before me actually saying it?

I raced downstairs as fast as I could. First, that meant I could stay far away from that object in my bag so that it won't at least haunt my presence, and second, spending time with Chachi was like a soothing balm to my aching soul.

"What's with that face?" She commented the moment I stepped in the kitchen.

"What face?" I said nonchalantly, grabbing the dish of peas from her that I had to shell.

"This face." She said pinching my cheeks, "Your already have fat cheeks. Don't puff them like a balloon."

"I'm offended." I said in a mock angry voice, "First of all I don't have fat cheeks. And second of all, they are perfectly fine today."

"No they aren't," She said matter-of-factly while rolling the dough, "Who are you angry with?"

"I'm not angry with anyone." Damn Chachi and her inquisitive skills. She wasn't completely right but she wasn't far off the mark either. I wasn't mad at anyone but upset? Definitely.

"Something is really bothering you though." She insisted, "But its okay. You'll tell it to me when you're ready. I know that."

She smiled and I thanked the heavens for blessing me with a Chachi like her. I beamed at her and gave her a side hug in return, "You're the best Chachi."