Chapter 9

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Karin P.O.V

I'm back in the hotel. My teachers got to know that I missed my tour, and now I'm restricted from going to any historical monument.

Ugh! Life is so frustrating! Lucky I was going through the phone directory and found my aunt's number. I miss her and tomorrow I'm meeting her. I haven't talked to the boys for 2 days but I understand that they have their tour.

Day after tomorrow, I have to perform a special song. I chose 'Jar of Hearts'. It is a pretty simple song which is quite relatable to my life.

Most of my friends have used me, so I haven't opened up to anyone yet. None of my friends know anything about my previous life.

Amanda used me like I was an old cloth.  I have been doing her assignments for a long time and when I refused to do so, she practically told everyone about my crush. 

I was never so thin, I had a slightly plump body. My uniform made me look fat, I knew how my body figure was and never uttered a word in class. I was the so-called quietest girl in class, nobody cared whether I was present or not.

I had heard everyone boring life story. Everyone told me almost everything because I never told anyone. Then I met Sithi, my grade went down because all the time I did her work. Sometimes I would say that I forgot about her assignments and managed to get passable and sometimes good grades.

I used to be the topper in English but now I can never manage to say a word in front of my class so I'm stuck with A2s. 

I snuck out of the hotel and sat down in the coffee shop across the street. my aunt came and hugged me from behind. "Kashish, how are you. Didi, kaisi hain?" 

(Didi- sister[my aunt's cousin sis -> my mom]. Mama- uncle. Mami- aunt(uncle's wife). Nana- grandfather. Nani- grandmother.)

"Theek hain, mosi aap ko bahut miss kya. Nani, nana, mami, aur mama kaise hain?"

"Sab theek hain. Jaldi ghar chal sabko tumse milna hain. Tai ji bahut  dino se tumhara, Kritika aur Didi ka intezar kar rahin hain."

We reached  my mom's house and my relatives embraced me with hugs. Many of them broke down into tears.


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