AASHIQUI 2

CHAPTER 9

{CHAPTER 9}
[Nia's Place]
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Myra's POV:

The days went by at the speed of a snail. I didn't see much of Ruhaan. He didn't come to meals, to classes and he missed basketball training, although Abhi was there for classes and meals, he too didn't attend any training sessions.

Ruhaan disappeared. I didn't have it in me to ask someone where he is and how he is. I was scared. I don't know but I was feeling things I was unfamiliar with.

Tomorrow was the beginning of the first weekend. Everyone was heading home for the last time until the next holidays.

I had survived one week of college thankfully, and my friendship with the girls had become a lot more stronger.

Arrangements for the international students were made at the college, but Nia insisted that I sleep over at her place for the weekend, meet her parents and have fun together.

She had already talked to her parents and by what Nia told me, they were fine with it. But I felt like I would be a burden of them. I just hate it when a person is under someone else.

But for Nia, I put my feelings aside and packed my overnight bag.

Nia and I caught the next train to Southall, where her parents lived, after bidding goodbye to Nat and Amelie who boarded another train at the station.

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We stood outside a dark brick double story home located on a quiet street, which had two cars parked in the doorway. It was a typical townhouse, but it had a cottage charm to it.

Nia lead me to the small porch which had a small two seater swing and loads of plants decorating the wooden flooring.

She rang the door bell as I looked around trying to capture the simplicity and beauty I had never seen where I had lived, the place I supposedly called home.

The wooden door with french stain glass windows, opened with a lady wearing a light lipstick, a black blazer, skirt and blouse, with matching heels and waist length long hair tied down in a low ponytail.

She didn't look a day older than 30, but she had to be. She had the same light skin as Nia, the same dark brown round eyes, similar height, and same vibrant, bubbly personality.

Nia's mum, or Mrs. Rakshi Bhardwaj welcomed us into the house. She was assistant to the mayor of Southall and was very good at her job.

Then her dad, Ranaut Bhardwaj. Nia's dad was sitting in the living room wearing black trousers, shining black shoes, a white button up shirt tucked into his trousers accompanied by a sheen black tie, with glasses leaning on the bridge of his nose.

He was a fair bit darker than the mother-daughter duo, but he had the same color hair and eyes as Nia, although his weren't as round and big. He was a little more content than the two ladies, which made me wonder how he lived with them.

I pity him.

Nonetheless, Nia's parents were very welcoming and loving. They cared for me just as they did for Nia. I felt as though this is where I belonged.

The real conversation began at the dinner table. The table was covered with homemade Indian delicacies from Butter chicken to Paneer, to Biryani, it was all there. This was the food I longed to eat from ever since I could remember.