The Best Match

The Spider Killer

"Friendship is the only way to get a gist how exciting and how aloof your life is."

Abhimanyu's Perspective

With that the door flew open. An extremely terrified, Shree came out. Tears were running down her eyes silently and her nose was red complementing her eyes.

"What happened?" I was worried and she kept crying, looking at my face. I gripped her shoulder and pulled her closer, "Tell me! What happened?"

"Abhimanyu..." She sobbed.

I cradled her face in my palms and she sobbed more. I couldn't understand what to do, so I hugged her tightly, "What happened to you? Are you alright?"

"Spider!" Her lips quivered.

"What?"

"There's a spider in there." She pointed towards the bathroom and sobbed hard, clutching on to me. I peeped inside to find a dead spider on the floor. Wait, what?

"I was wearing bathrobe when it crawled on me and I swatted it off and then I don't know how I killed her. It was so creepy." She rubbed her nose on my shoulder and her hands never left.

"It's okay. It's dead now. Relax." I prevented myself to buzz in laugh and rubbed her arms horizontally until her breathing calmed down. Her bathrobe was the only barricade before us, and her scented hairs were doing no good to me.

"How did it come in the bathroom?" I mumbled and she glared me, looking up, "How would I know? I didn't invite her to join me."

She pulled back and frowned. "Don't you do pest control once in a while?"

I opened my mouth to say something but she walked past me and took her clothes from the cupboard, "What are you still doing here? Go and throw it away."

"You seriously are that scared of a mere spider?" I raised my eyebrows; thankfully my sisters were courageous enough to kill cockroaches, spiders and lizards.

"I am not scared of it. I am just disgusted." She scrunched her face and I pressed my lips to not chuckle. I cleared the corpse of unfortunate spider who must've come under her feet and gestured her to go and changed. After a moment or two, she came out dressed and blow dried her hair when I laughed out.

She sent me a nasty look and I scoffed. "I never knew I can use spider as my trump card against you."

She widened her eyes and pointed the blower at me. "Don't you even think about that? I am only scared of spider. I hope you don't want cockroaches in your study table." She mock threatened me.

"Cockroach!" I exclaimed, pointing behind her and she jumped up, screaming. "Where?"

"I am only scared of spider. Huh!" I imitated her, smirking and she glared me, combing her hair.

"Btw, what time do we go for the party?" I gazed at her confused, "What party?"

"You told me that your friends are throwing a party for us ensuing Saturday." She said in a 'Duh' tone.

"Yeah but! You were extremely busy, so I denied them." I shrugged and she exclaimed, with her hands in air. "You denied for the party!"

"No, I actually asked them to postpone it. Since I am also leaving for Gurugram that day."

"I was completing my deadlines, so that I can be free early on Saturday. Next time please tell me, if you decide to change the plan suddenly." She twisted her lips, it was clearly written on her face how pissed off she was.

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"Mom! I wanted to go home. It's been days I haven't met mom and dad." She broached the topic on the dinner table.