Just My P.A.

20~ On purpose!

I stood there flabstaggered as Manik left. My whole plan came crashing down literally.

"How did Manik know the truth about me!" I whispered to myself; my back still touching the cold wall. I panicked. I was caught that too this bad!

Stepping away from the cold wall I decided calling Harshad may be a good option. I had to tell him that Manik new nearly everything.

I picked up my phone next and scrolled down my call log to find his number.

"There !" I whispered as my finger reached towards the dial button but somehow something stopped me. I threw the phone back on the bed.

"Damn!....I have to pull Manik into this now....this is the only way....." I told myself.

"But how!" I thought sitting down on the bed.
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I stood by the shore, drenching myself in the rain. Alone.

The waves collapsed infornt of my feet before they were pulled back again.

There's no greater loss than the loss of someone you love. There's no greater pain than the feeling of the loss. Cause true chaos comes from the garden of your soul, where the wild flowers grow. The scariest part is not that of loneliness or the darkness that fills you inspite of the looming pain of emptiness. It is the realization that you have lost yourself completely.

I sighed knowing what life was turning for me. It would never be the same when we returned. Alya had completely shut us out and so did I need to do it with Nandini.

"Nandini " I whispered.

She was one strange girl.

She was like the sound of shattering glass; the sharp ringing in your ears. She was the zig zag in your straight line. The absence in your direction. She was every turn you took while racing through a hedge maze, against the setting Sun. She was the tide that came in and out, like the breath of the wounded. She was the blood that flowed between the heart and the head. She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.

"But what if...." I asked myself.

"What if after all this I find myself dreading for a girl like her?......" I insisted on the thought.

"But what if she was the wrong to make things go worse!"
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"Life is too ironic to fully understand. It takes sadness to understand what happiness is. Noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence!"

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I adjusted the white blouse of my lengha eyeing the clock.

"Nandini! ...it's 7!" I scolded myself. I was late!

I quickly tidied up my hair and sprayed the perfume over me. I looked at myself in the mirror faking a smile.

"Afterall Alya doesn't have that bad a choice! " I admitted. This is one the things I bought with her. It fit me perfectly and she kept insisting I buy it. And here I was. The lowest border of the white lengha I wore, was carved with black florals. Those patterns ran in various direction only to bring out the elegance.

I ran my slender fingers randomly through my hairs before I finally made my move towards the wedding.
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