You Are My Destiny {Re-writing}

Chapter 2: 😎The Jerk Is Back😎

There is a certain someone in everyone's life whom you can't avoid even if you try. My life is not at all different. That someone is Vihar Deshmukh.

I didn't know what sort of sin I committed in my previous birth but having to deal with Vihar again as a punishment was unreasonable. Surely, I couldn't have committed such a nefarious sin. I was sure that I was a good girl even in my previous birth.

He was like chili powder to my wound and an itch to my scratch.

We were not always like that. We used to be close in pre-school. Maybe the primary school too. But in the middle of high school, we drifted apart. I remembered how he chose her and left me alone in front of the spectators. I was humiliated and mostly hurt. I was a naive school girl who wanted to profess her childish love -- in the form of drama. Well, if the said guy accompanied her on the stage. As he left me alone to perform, there was nothing for me to do. I couldn't confess my love to myself. That'd be him-- self-conceited Vihar. It didn't matter anymore.

We couldn't reconcile even though we were neighbors. I could never forget that incident. Being in the same class, I barely resisted the urge to re-arrange his face. We used to do only one thing-- fighting. Not that being neighbors helped us much. In fact, it did the opposite. Our fight became a war.

Firstly because of small things - like a missing clutch or a broken shoe. Later it became dangerous. We barely could pass a day without doing damage to some things or someone. When we lasted a day without harming any person, everyone decided that was a single reason for celebration. That fact blew our mind. We humored them, but internally we planned to destroy the other. We had that kind of relationship.

It had been more than a decade since I saw him. All those years did him good. Of course, I blamed testosterone and time. Eleven years had taken away his chubby cheeks and sharpened them into hard lines. They stretched his tall frame and blown it up like a muscular balloon. I couldn't imagine him following a strict diet and burning his calories in a gym, but he did.

When I looked at his face, he greeted me with his signature style jerk smirk. He might have practiced it to perfection. I wouldn't be surprised if he did it for a living. Anything was possible by Vihar. But how a smirk could be a living means was beyond me. Maybe he used it to charm girls and robbed them. That could be a possibility. His parents were rich-- not him. So, it was justified.

"Long time no see, my friend."

His voice was deeper and smoother than I remembered. Like chocolate which would definitely make you an addict. I swiveled my gaze to look into his eyes to find the usual mischief. Instead, I found something akin to regret. I wouldn't fall for his actions. He never appreciated me, and he deliberately called me friend to get the upper hand. He knew that I hated that word from his mouth. To be frank, I hated every word which came from his mouth and would continuously do so.

This was not how I imagined to meet him. I wanted to take him by surprise and strike-- which he did just now. Successfully.

If everything goes by my words, I will make him disappear. But apparently, God was a fan of Vihar. He was alive -- much to my dismay.

I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin in defiance. "You still haven't learned the meaning of the word, I see."

Our first meeting after eleven years was exactly I wanted it to be.

I was caught off guard. Maybe.

I was on the verge of losing this round. Definitely.

But we were picking up where we left off.

He raised his eyebrows hearing the familiar statement and evaluated me. He dragged his dark gaze from my white wedges to the top of my shiny hair. Maybe wondering if I was still a strong opponent. When his trademark smirk made its appearance again, I knew he was excited to have his old rival back. Thank God, he didn't comment on my dress. It looked like a rainbow. Considering how I late I was, I just wore whichever had been in reach.