Parth And Niti (PaNi FF): Professionals At Work

Chapter Twelve: A Little Confrontation.

  "Hi Mom." I replied quietly to mum's voice who sounded as if she wanted to eat me up at that instant.

 Okay, I was sorry for not calling her up after landing at Mumbai.. Ho jaati hai galti !

"I'm sorry aai." I said after she hurled at me , a mouthful of scoldings. I really was sorry.

"Bye, I love you too."

I disconnected the call and tucked my phone into my pocket. I looked around the terrace to look at Niti but she wasn't there. Where did she go?

"Happy new year Barsha. I'm sorry I forgot to call you. Really sorry." With her voice, I could actually make out her expression. An apologetic look on her eternal cute face.

"Cool, let's catch up tomorrow." She added. "Bye good night !"

I hadn't turned to face her , not that I didn't want to. But just listening to her voice like this was nothing less than pure bliss.

"Let's begin !" She announced and we were asked to take positions. --After the director announced pack up, I went up to my vanity without saying good night to Niti. It wasn't really needed. Saying a bye... Byes are irrelevant. It was just not needed.

"Parth, thank god you're here."

I heard the voice that I was least interested in listening to. What was she doing here even after I had called our relationship off?

She walked up to me and engulfed me in a tight hug. I didn't reciprocate , obviously, and soon she broke apart.

"I'm sorry okay. I know I kept interfering into your career a little too much, but I really am sorry.I promise I'll never do this again. Please. We are meant to be." She didn't really deserve me. I was cheating on my feelings for her. As her boyfriend I should have loved her, and only her, but what did I do instead ? I went ahead and got hopelessly attracted to my co-star and instead of feeling bad about the entire thing it seemed right, without even a pinch of regret. Did Disha deserve this ? NO. But obviously if I told this to her, I'd be replied with a tight smack on my face and I didn't want that.

"We aren't Disha..." I said, moving a little away from her. "We really shouldn't be together."

"Parth I don't understand why you're doing this.. We are.."

"Please don't argue more. I'm really tired."

"But what about us Parth? Tumne koi reason tak nahi bola.. theek se.. You just said that you wanted to focus on your career and that we weren't meant to be. It makes no sense !"

Yes. That was my mahaan reason to break up with her. It didn't make sense I knew, but what else could I do?

Although I hated admitting initially, but the first time I had said the words "we're over" to Disha, it felt as if I was getting rid of the baggage. But despite everything, I still cared for her. She was my friend first, and girlfriend next. Now toh, she wasn't even my girlfriend, but my friend. ONLY my friend.