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By the time we reach Tara's place, Tara keeps on blabbering about the new book she's reading - something called The Darkest Minds that I can almost write the sequel to it. Liam accepted Ruby the way she was, in spite of her big secret. She kept on saying it, that somehow made me wonder if she could find her own self in Ruby.

We are sitting on her bed, our feet dangling down the bed as we talk about the most random things.

"So my best friend locked me inside a dog cage for six hours and twenty three minutes which makes me claustrophobic." Tara speaks of the fairly traumatizing incident of her life.

I shake my head imagining what the dog would be doing then, as Tara occupied his house. Tara jabs her elbow at my sides and I realize that apparently I've been thinking out loud.

"You're a dork to think about the dog when I was the one who was suffering. For God's sake, I was hardly five. You're such a dork, I repeat." she snaps at me rudely, throwing a pillow at me. I don't dodge it, knowing that the fluffy thing could hardly make even my skin move.

"You're so stupid too but you don't see me pointing that often, Tara." I reply, my lips curling upwards to flash her a victorious grin. Tara brings the night vase to her vicinity and shows it to me, saying look what I can actually do.

My relationship with Tara somehow feels weird because I have never thought about any relationship embarking towards the feelings slope ever. For some reason, Tara means something to me. Her life means something to me, I mean. Whenever I talk to her, I don't have to force myself to laugh or I don't have to force myself to forget everything else.

Because I laugh. I forget. Naturally. Because with her I actually can't say half the things I want to.

On the other hand, Tara - she seems like a born charmer. She has an always easy-going and enticing smile that lights up her face and other's world. I am easily convinced- in just a matter of three days- that Tara is one of a kind, and I will never be able to find someone like her even with the Aladdin's lamp.

Somehow falling in love with her is easier than breathing.

"Can you please cook me the dinner today? I really had a bad night yesterday, and I can barely walk." Tara says, and I scoff at how she's playing her Oh, I am unwell card on me since morning. For starters, she made me clean her entire room which was so messed up as if a fucking hurricane had it hit it.

"You've been saying that since morning. How long is it going to take you to be alright?" I ask her sweetly.

Tara just gives me a shrug, and then passes me a smile. "I am not just not alright, Virat. I am pregnant too." she says in a nonchalant voice.

I furrow my eyebrows together, managing to go against my rolling of eyes at her answer to my idea of a very bad sarcastic joke. I fake a gasp and play along, "Who's child it is then Miss. Tara Dobriyal?"

"Ours." Tara states with a blank face.

My eyes widen like saucers, as her tone is so nonchalant that I had to blink my eyes twice to verify that whatever I heard was right. Yet I feel very bewildered at her statement. "Please tell me that is a joke. I have never had a drunken one night stand with anyone as far as I remember."

"Of course it is. No shit Sherlock. I mean look at you, I would barely want my kids to have your genes." she laughs at me throwing her head on the pillow, and I resist the urge to wrinkle my nose at her very poor joke.