You Are My Destiny {Re-writing}

Chapter 11: 😬Spying Is Not My Cup Of Ice cream😬

We need to talk, sweetheart.

Crazy.

I became crazy. That was it. Well, it had to be the only plausible explanation for the constant ringing of that dialogue in my head. It was annoying - like that mosquito buzz in your ear.

Ten years. I waited for him to say something all those years. What I got in return - nothing. He wanted to talk now. Too bad. I was not interested in seeing him - let alone talking. There would be no meeting and absolutely no talking. Not now or in the near future.

That was why I was inside the house eating the most delicious chocolate cake ever to be tasted - avoiding Vihar. Although I preferred another flavor, I was not selective today. I was debating if giving him a chance to talk was such a good idea. I was desperate to hear his excuse and angry at the same time. Well, anger won in the end. He could jump in the water for all I care. Better someplace far away from here - like the Pacific Ocean. It was wishful thinking. I knew that.

It had been almost a day since he walked out on me. I was surprised that he still didn't find me. Maybe he thought that I would just follow him like a dutiful puppy. He was wrong, and he would find out soon - if he still hadn't realized. Anytime soon I would meet him, and I would ignore him completely. I hope it would do good.

Feeling bored, I walked toward the pool. It was good to be alone after all the chaos -- that was our welcome party. Even though uncle assured me that it involved only our close friends, I didn't feel like celebrating. Because being in the vicinity of Vihar's house was not welcoming at all. As I loved uncle, I didn't point out that. My family, Vihar's family and our mutual friends along with their families were present. Even Manish and his family were in the attendance. I had a brief conversation with him and I promised him I'd meet him soon. I never heard about his sister and I'd found out today -- if I socialized. 

Luckily, I tiptoed outside without anyone noticing. It was fun watching them, but I was not in a mood to enjoy. I would have asked my sister to join me, but she was nowhere to be found.

After sitting near the pool, I contemplated - again - if ignoring was the solution. Maybe I shouldn't behave like a coward. Okay. What was the worst that could happen? He would explain his reasons, and I would smile. Maybe I should pat his arm and say that all was well. Yes, that was good. It wouldn't look like I was desperately waiting for his explanation. It was decided. I would behave like a mature adult and deal with it. Easy peasy.

With that determination, I stood up and was about to walk away when I heard voices. They were more like whispers and as I was not my usual self I decided to head back inside. But a single word stopped me. Okay, it was a name - Kajal. Turning around, I peered in the direction of their voices. I squinted my eyes and found that my sister was present. My guess was that Neel was with her.

Whenever they were around, it felt like they were simply circling each other without crossing the final line so that they could win. When I confronted my sister about that, she simply shook her head as nothing. Nothing, my foot. From the numerous head shakes and hand movements, I could say that it was the exact opposite to nothing. I wouldn't sleep without getting some information -- even if it was by spying.

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I never hated my sister at that moment than any other time. How could she make me desperate enough to crawl on the ground? She could have saved me from this by telling me everything. But no. She had to make me do this.

Slightly hissing, I carefully crawled under the table near to them. I imagined that the detective job was full of flowers and rainbows. I referred to them as cool when they spied in a movie. It was nothing like that, and I cursed myself for watching those movies. I never considered that the process would be terrible. Adjusting my dress, I crouched low so that they couldn't see me. Several leaves and mud stuck to my dress. I decided to clean it later and tried to concentrate on what they were discussing.