Mahika and Amoli can't stand each other, but that's not the only thing they have in common.
Mahika treats Amoli like she's childish. Amoli thinks Mahika is a stuck-up prude. But Mahika's best friend and Amoli's brother are getting married, so they c...
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˗ˏˋ friendly hangouts and cyclic reveries'ˎ˗
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Mahika's bloodstone ring touches her cup and makes a clicking sound; one that's audible enough for Keerti to turn and give her a 'okay, now stop' look every few seconds, but still mild enough that none of her other friends bother telling her to stop.
It's another one of her fidgeting habits. The irony of the fact that the gemstone is supposed to calm her — her mother's words, not her own — isn't lost on her either.
"Is it weird that I still haven't been able to wrap my head around the fact that Naina is married now?" Sakshi comments, opening her mouth to say more but stopping with her mouth forming an 'o' when she gets a subtle, warning look from Mahika. Remember to not go too far, it says.
They both look at Dhruv, who hasn't talked much all morning, currently sipping on his tea with way more concentration than deemed normal. His eyes aren't focused on anything in particular, and to anyone that doesn't know him, it would look like he's thinking really, really hard on something. But to Mahika, it looks exactly how it is.
He's just trying to deal with his hangover and terribly failing at it.
Samay, who is sitting beside him, snaps his fingers in front of him and gets smacked at the back of his head by Keerti.
"Are we forgetting that Naina is older than us? And well, she doesn't really like to overthink," Mahika says with a shrug, the one that was closest to Naina out of them all. She taps her ring against the china again."They have been together for a while. Plus, they're both aiming for similar things in life. I think it's nice that you get to pursue something you've always wanted to with someone by your side." Clink. Clink, clink. At this point, she's tapping the metal and the china together with the beat of some vague song without realizing it.
Keerti leans back in her seat with a sigh. "You're right. She's done so well in life, too. I could never."
The clinking comes to a halt as Mahika gives her the stink eye. "You can praise other people without putting yourself down.. You know that, right?"
"I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you over all of my struggles."
Dhruv snorts around the rim of his cup.
Pressing her lips together in a thin line, Mahika rolls a tissue up and tosses it at Keerti's head, watching it bounce off her temple and land pathetically on the table. It's a mere centimetre away from Keerti's now empty coffee mug and Mahika has to resist the urge to pick the crumpled tissue back up and throw it at the mug until it lands inside.
She holds back an amused grin at Keerti's deadpan stare.
"All of this wedding talk is making me wish I was there last night," Sakshi says with a pout, reaching over to flick the same tissue to the other end of the table. It stops at the edge. "I can't believe I had to miss it. I hate being a student."
