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This is it

Vicky
Do you know that feeling.. When your world is breaking apart and you feel like this is the end. You want to scream. You want shout. You want to be heard. Most of all you want to show that you're there but then you also know that there is no one to hear you out. That kind of emptiness. The one that kills you from the inside. Makes you doubt every move that you make. That kind of unfamiliar feeling. The one which cannot be expressed as it chokes you every second. That kind of feeling which I am feeling right now.
I waited for them to come. Each one of them. I thought they all would return and we would talk this out. That we might have gone mad at what we said but maybe we could work things out. Honestly I'm mad at Zara for having done that. And I probably don't want to talk to her for a few days or more. Maybe this is what exactly we are thinking related to each other.
When I came back to the the hotel room after going on the terrace to just calm myself down, I found two bags missing. I had been out for like 4 hours. The bags that were gone belonged to Zara and Alisha. Which means that they both had left, if not together then by themselves. Which means that I and Myra are the only ones here.
I sat on the bed processing what all happened. Whether it was just a nightmare. That's when I heard footsteps coming from the bathroom. I lifted my head to find Myra in jeans and top wearing a jacket. "There's no point left in staying, I guess," she said. "Alisha left first and then Zara came by and left. Both by different ships. This time today, we were supposed to go back together, at Alisha's place and start with all the bridal stuff... Now I think, we all should just go home. I'm just telling you that Zara said that she doesn't want to go to the wedding. I'm sure she doesn't want to see me either. If you want to, you can."
I just stared at her. How easily they all decided on all of those things. But I didn't say anything. I didn't create a scene. There was no one left to create a scene. So I just sat there on the bad as I saw Myra picking up her bag and leaving the room. I laid on the bed, still thoughtless. This cannot be happening. We are best friends. Best friend don't walk out on each other like this. Maybe best friends also don't  do the stuff that we do. The main part is that we came out clean and we didn't do it intentionally. But still.... It's not fair.
I remember how I left him like that, on the road, in the middle of nowhere.. He tried reaching me. He tried contacting me. He thought of keeping me updated if not being in touch. And I knew of nothing. It's fucked up. I need to apologise. But that still doesn't make him a better person. He still cheated on me. He still left me without any clue. That ain't fair.
I checked out of the room and kept my bag in the hotels safekeeping room. I went for a stroll on the beach. I didn't want to leave really. My phone started to beep. It was Filip.
"Hey," I said after picking up.
"Hey! How was the last day," he asked.
"Probably the worst day of my life," I told him with a stream of tears falling down my eyes.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay. I'm gonna talk to u once I reach Bangalore."
"But you were going to Ratnagiri, weren't you? Alisha's marriage?"
"I'll call u once I'm home, bye Filip. Sorry."
"Vicky, u can share anything with me. Take your time and call me back. Okay?"
"Yeah," I told him and hung up. I wiped off my tears and headed to the hotel to collect my bags and then to the airport.

Zara
I opened the door to my house. It's past midnight now. My parents flooded me with questions so as to why am I not at Alisha's place. I don't have an answer so I just walk quietly in my room. My little brother stops by the door. I can't help but realise how old he has grown though this is the only thought that crosses my mind every time I see him.
"You okay," he asked.
"Kinda," I said with a fake smile.
"You know, my sister always reminds me, it's okay to not to-"
"-be okay," I said. He smiled.
"Would you like some coffee? I'm making some. Maybe we can talk over it about this trip."
"I don't really wanna talk. But I'll take the coffee."
"Whatever pleases you," he said.
"Thanks Rishi," I told him, a genuine one.
"Don't mention."
I looked around at the side shelf and saw, among several other pictures, the pictures of me an Vicky, couldn't help but pick it up and put it away. I don't know how long I'm gonna be in this state but right now I swear I don't want to see her. Even in a picture.

Myra
It's been a day or so since we have returned from the trip. The whatsapp group that once wouldn't stop flooding with messages is now dead. Not a single word, not a full stop. Nothing. This silence is suffocating. I miss them all. I want to make this right. For them. For me. Especially Alisha. She doesn't have to go through all of this. There's still time. If only she picks up my phone.. So I call up a few other people. There's no way that I'm gonna let my best friend ruin her life. She might not talk to me, but I still love her.
I pick up my phone and call up Vivan, "we gotta talk," I tell him. "In person."

Alisha
I'm sitting in front of a mirror. A really big one. I'm wearing a pretty lahenga my in-laws have brought for me. The bruises on my skin have mostly faded. The rest I've taken care of with the help of some make up. It's the "sangeet" ceremony tonight. All random people, most of them who I don't even know, will be singing and dancing and eating free food for the celebration of my wedding.
I look around, my room is a mess. There's no one to clean it. I look at my hair, they just fall on my shoulder. The hairstylist is stuck in traffic and she'll take 15 more minutes to reach. My face is all red and pink, effects of silently crying to sleep in the previous few nights.
My wedding is in 2 days. Tomorrow is the 'haldi' ceremony and day after that is my wedding. I'm so not prepared for all of this. I want to scream and jump. Most of all I wanna make a rope out of my sheets and climb down it outside my balcony. I just want to flee away.
A bunch of gossiping girls, my annoying cousins and so called friends, walk in the room. I miss my girls so much. But I'm not calling anyone at the moment. Except for maybe Vicky. Cause she did nothing, oh wait. She knew everything. And she never told me. Which gives me a reason to not call her as well. I could call Zara but I really don't know what to talk about. This is such a chaos. I need some alcohol. But I can't ask for some from these bitches. They'll tell me that I shouldn't Drink and how I should be the perfect bride and shit, but right now, I don't care.
I excuse myself. They don't really let me go but then I'm adamant and my death glare makes them move aside. I head straight to the room where we have arranged a makeshift mini bar. I see no one around and hence take this chance to remove some vodka and have a few shots. The day of my engagement runs through my head.
It was exactly how I had imagined my wedding to be minus the part where I have a bastard of a husband. I had imagined all those scenes from the bedroom that day. My friends helping me with my bridal stuff. Cracking really nasty jokes. Giving me lectures on how they'll drag me to my husband on my wedding day. Telling me what all I need to expect after I'm married and finally giving me these shots by themselves.
It's gonna be one heck of a marriage without them by my side. But now that they know about the truth then maybe they won't even support it. I wouldn't if they were in my place. Then maybe I'll have to go through this all by myself. This is it. That's all I can do, I guess.

A/N late update, I know, I'm so sorry! Two or maybe one chapter remains :3 not yet planned how it's gonna end but NSGG is about to end. It was hell of a journey. I never thought I would be at the end of this book. In fact, I thought I would leave it midway, and I am grateful to all of you because it's only cause of the constant reminders of yours that I keep telling me to write. This book won't be here without all of you. So a cheers to y'all!