Just A Crush?

15. Pinocchio Friends

A/N.

Hello readers. Am back. I know I took too long to update but as I said, I was in Manali and then was stuck with admission process. but here's the brand new chapter. hope you enjoy it. Just a small request before you start reading: please read some part of the previous chapter so that you can connect with this one. And yeah... the italics are text messages and bold italics are Aaru's thoughts. I have written few Hindi words, but stay calm, I have written it's english translation.

Enjoy reading :)

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I sank on the soft settee, between my dad and my uncle who did not bother to take the trouble of lifting their eyes from the TV to their lovely daughter.

"Oh yes, it's a six!" Dad hooted, springing up from the settee, outstretching both his arms open and then again sitting back. Males and their love for cricket!

The word cricket, automatically made my thoughts halt at today's day which turned out so unexpected. I reminisced my conversations with Vivaan. The way he teased me, the protective way in which he held my waist, then he, indirectly calling me beautiful, made my lips stretch into a big, goofy smile. Who ever knew, Vivaan could be the reason I am smiling.

"THUD!" A sudden sound of a dish falling pulled me out of my silly thoughts.

"One day without a housemaid, it's already so hectic and crazy. How are we gonna survive for two more days?"my mum hissed which made the two male species sitting beside me snigger.

"Oh Aaru, you are home", my uncle said.

"Good. At least you noticed", I sharply replied. His lips pursed into a dopey grin.

"Had a good sibling time?"

"Yeppysoo", I gleefully lied.

"Where's Rohit?' dad asked, finally taking me into notice.

"He is at his friend's house. Stuck in some emergency."

"What a good sibling time you both had!" He remarked, sarcastically. Does he know?

"We actually did share a good sibling time, dad. We watched the movie, ate our dinner at a restaurant and then after dropping me home, he drove to his friend's place", I lied which I so hated to do. But can't help, am a good sister. Have to cover up for Rohit.

He nodded his head and again averted his gaze to the screen. Hoof! M saved!

Personally speaking, I too love cricket. But the only difference is, I don't play it. The speed with which the ball is bowled and is hit by the batsman, scares the shit out of me. But as said, nothing in the world happens without a reason. So yes, there is a very sensible and logical reason for me not fantasizing this shit of a ball. The ball has injured me in places where it so should not. Twice on my eyes, once on my nose, on my boobs, on my cheek, on my shoulder, on my head and on one deathly place, my teeth. I remember that day very well. Back in Ahemdabad, Rohit and Misha were playing catch the ball. The good girl that I am, I sat aside on a bench, not too far from the spot they were playing. God knows what happened that day, a crazy spirit might have possessed Rohit. He suddenly threw the ball to me and shouted, "Aaru, catch it." I really don't know what got into me, I stood up and tried to catch the ball but it hit my mouth and a stream of blood started to flow out of it. My hands got all red due to blood as I touched my mouth. No damage happened to my teeth, but the pain... the pain was enough to make me remember all my ancestors. Good that the ball was a soft tennis and not a hard one, or else my front tooth would surely have broken. I still get shivers when I think about that incident. Better not talk about it.