Everything but nothing,Nothing but everything

Chapter 8

Word count:943

Aarav POV

It felt like a normal day. I got up went for my usual morning jog, today was a Sunday and I had a recording to go to. I was singing a duet song with a singer that I haven't worked with before. I hope she is not one of those female singers who is not punctual and takes a lot of time to sync with a new singer.

With all these thoughts in my mind I rode on my bike to the studio after having breakfast in the cafeteria. I got struck in the traffic which added to my irritation.

I was not particularly looking forward for this recording as I hate singing duet songs. The female singers take a lot of takes and they keep hitting on me. Sometimes even the older singers. I know that that nobody can deny this piece of art but still. I smirked.

After an hour of being stuck in traffic despite the distance I reached the studio annoyed as shit. I went straight to the recording room without bothering to wait in the lobby. When I reached the room I found it empty.

"Damn" I cursed. I was late but neither the director nor the other singer were there. Great I thought. First of all I was annoyed and on top of this the director wasn't punctual. I had heard rumors about his unpunctual character but never quite believed it but it was true.

I sat down and randomly surfed the internet on my phone. I checked my instagram, snap chat, twitter and Facebook notifications. Tired of waiting I got up to leave.

At that moment the director arrived followed by my co singer. I clenched my fists to prevent myself from snapping at them. I looked at my phone to see that I got a new message from Imran.

He was asking me about my whereabouts. I didn't get the chance to inform him as he was sleeping when I left. I quickly replied adding that I would come late. God knows how long this recording will go on for.

I looked up to see a very surprised looking Anika staring at me. I got up shocked what was she doing here. Then I relaxed thinking maybe she was here to meet someone but then I realized that would be stupid.

Why will she come to this recording studio then? I wondered. I observed her having the same confused look on her face thinking deeply.

That's when I realized that's where I have seen her. She is a singer and we may have crossed paths before. I have seen her in a few award shows and music launches but I have not worked with her before so it will be a new experience.

I have heard about her as a perfectionist but I am not sure. From my past encounters with her in college she seems far from it.

The director started explaining the song to us. I listened, it was pretty simple but I noticed that Anika had zoned out. I rolled my eyes at her. Typical girl I thought.

"Earth to Anika" the director said

"What were you saying?" she asked. I got irritated. I mean how can people be so oblivious? I realized that she did not live up to her reputation of being attentive and focused.

He went on to explain the song again and this time she listened. We started recording the song. I realized that she was a great singer and I was quick to judge .Not only did she have a sweet voice but she also picked up the song fast.

She matched my speed and I think she was the only one till now who could grasp my style and way of singing so fast. We finished the song in record time of six hours.

After the recording I followed her outside out of curiosity to talk to her but she was on a call. After the call she hurriedly left the studio without even bothering to inform the director.

Her fists were clenched and she looked as though she was trying to control her anger. I went outside to see her whizzing past on her bike.

Another thing that was unique about her was that she rode a bike on the streets of a city like Delhi. None of the girls I knew rode or in fact liked a bike. Half of them were too scared to even sit on it and the others were too weak to handle it.

So coming back to the current situation, I wondered what was in that phone call which made her so angry. She had a history and it was bothering her a lot these days. I wondered what it was. After informing the director and completing the paperwork I walked out of the studio.

I hopped on to my bike, rode to a nearby vada pav shop to buy vada pav for Imran. He loved street food and vada pav was his favorite. After packing some for him I went straight to my room and found that he was busily texting Tasha.

Tasha and he were becoming very close. He always spoke about her. I think he liked her. He never spoke so much about any girl ever before. I don't know what is so special about her but whatever it was he fell for it.

He fell for her hard. After eating vada pav with Imran I went to bed as I was tired after the long day. What is Anika hiding was my last thought before I fell into a deep sleep.

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