❤Tipsy Premika❤ [Vriti FF] [Completed]

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As the class, Mishka and Udita leave the class first. Entire class, looks at them and then starts to talk about them.

"Those are two snoppy bitches!", Kiara, a kashmiri, speaks while many nod

"I guess those two are way too arrogant", another guy pipes in.

Gauri least bothered by all these gossips, drags akash and rohit towards the pani puri stall..while akash and rohit follow her.

"Bhaiya teen pani puri dena (brother give three pani puris)", gauri speaks
"Ji (ok)", the pani puri stall guy replies

"You guys want the sweet sause also?", gauri asks

"You know about the sweet sause?...i mean does you state has--", rohit starts to speak but stops

"You delhites think, you guys are wayy advanced!...", gauri frowns

"Aree!!..sorry gauri!!...sorry!", rohit holds his ears while gauri giggles

"Its okk!!..umm....chopsticks!", gauri laughs

"Wtf!..chopsticks!", rohit asks confused

"Yeah!..i call all the cute but dumb people chopsticks!", gauri laughs

"Very funny!", rohit rolls his eyes

"Ok guys!..now lets eat", aakash speaks and both of them nod

The pani puri guy serves them pani puri while gauri and rohit start to compete with each other, aakash starts to encourage them.

*~~*

Mishka's POV

Udita makes me sit on the bed and looks at me, with her hands folded while waiting for me to speak about my plans.

I hate sharing anything, so i decide to tell her only bits of the fact and not everything.

"Udita, veer knows my dad, and so i dont want him to reveal everything to class, thats why i went on a date with him to keep his mouth shut!", i speak fast

"But what about your brother, remember...you told its about him?", udita enquires

"Umm....i lied so that you could stop bothering me that time", i reply

"Really!..and i thought you finally found your brother!...he is in pune.
...isnt he?", she asks while it starts to hurt me again.

"I dont know....i am hungry...lets go for lunch!", i reply and move out of the room.

*~~*

As i come towards the canteen, i see akash with a girl and a guy.
He is laughing, enjoying when suddenly his phone rings, a monotonous nokia ringtone which sweeps into my ears.
I cringe.

Flick

That tone seems similar, way similar.
It brings back,
Rusted memories of those cherished yet forgotten days.

When everything used to be normal, everything used to be simple, life wasn't just easy but it was something i looked forward too.

"Mish!", udita's voice breaks my chain of thoughts.

"Haan...uhh...", i try to bring my brain from past to presence

"What happened mish?", udita asks

"Udita i have to do some essential work. I will see you later!", i reply and walk away from udita, from this college and slowly away from this area.

I walk towards Briota, a small bar and resturant, far away from college, away from pune.
That city, that was new just to the eyes. But for the heart, it smelled old.

Standing next to the edge of the table, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I scream my order.
Taquila shots.

I try to brink away the tears, but they refuse to leave me alone in my mysery.

I try to shrugg it off but gulping few glasses.
Every glass that i take, every sip that i take, kills a part of me

Kills a part of that mishka, who i left behind.
Mishka that was a normal girl, who loved to laugh, whose life was fun, who had innocence.
Who was child of god.

That mishka that i have grown into, chokes me every moment, but she saves me from the essence of pain i endured every second when i grew up in a broken family and rusted society.

Wiping of the tears, i smirk looking at another glass.
I take a sip, then take in whole glass, then another and another.

Pretending it to be water, i gulp it like one.

Pretending,
Thats what i am good at.
That what i have always done.
That what has grommed my life, the way i am.

Fake
My family,
My friends,
My well wisher,
My identity and me
Everything is fake, everything..

My parents gave me a identity, identity of a rich girl, daughter big buisness man, forgot to give me the essence of this relationship, i.e love of a father, love of mother.

Everyone looks at me as the spoilt sexy bitch.
They forget to look into me, forget to figure out who i really am.

Know that at the end of the day, i am also a human, and i need love, i need a family and that even i get scared of darkness and even i long for motherly love when my fear terrifies me.

But no,
I should do what i always did.
Wipe off my tears.
Wear that dress,
Put that red lipstick on.
And go!...be that bitch!

*~~~*

Hey guys!!

How r u ppl?

How was the chp??

I am really happy wid the way the chp turned out! I really worked hard on this chp because i wanted all of you to get to know about the real mishka and what world thinks of her!..

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