The Girl In Sneakers(ON HOLD)

22. Not a word more!

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Afterwards, when Nikhil dropped Diksha at her house, she was dragged by her mother to a birthday party of her mother's friend's daughter.
After her return from there, the first thing she did was, excavate about Nikhil from Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and what not.
But what she got was a mere disappointment. There was nothing useful in there, except a detailed information about his qualifications, alma maters and a couple of his photos, probably from Berkeley.
Enraged, Diksha tried shutting those thoughts off her mind. But then the incident with Amaya came flashing across her eyes. She really wanted to know whether Arjun had talked to Amaya or not. There was no sign of them that day.
At last, she decided to push off those thoughts, which were fogging her mind. Diksha's glance moved towards the clock. She hadn't noticed, it was already midnight. A sudden urge to have a cup of coffee made her restless. It was an unusual time to have it, but she couldn't help imagining herself enjoying the brew.
At last, she decided to make herself one.
Diksha silently tiptoed to the kitchen. But something made her stop, dead at her track.
A muffled voice was coming from her mother's room.
Her mother was an early sleeper, then who's sound was that she couldn't comprehend. To hear more properly, she moved a bit closer to the closed door.Someone was laughing, and she could undoubtedly tell that it was her mother's voice.
Diksha remained fixed to her spot. The voice died down after a minute. A strange kind of eerie spread across the hall.
She silently darted back to her room.
Now, gone was her desire to have coffee; there was a fresh topic to muse upon.

The next day, at breakfast Diksha kept throwing a suspicious glance at her mother.
However, her mother seemed to be in a splendid mood. She was humming a tune, adding more suspicion to Diksha's thinking kettle, which had started to brew.
" Come on sweetie, I cooked your favorite, Pancakes!" Her mother grinned, placing the plates on the table.
That was it, Diksha couldn't keep her mouth shut anymore.
"Mom! Is there anything you want to share with me?"
She said looking straight into her mother's eyes.
"No dear," her mother replied."Well...I guess there's something..."
"It's there?" Diksha squeaked, cutting her off.
"Yeah, I haven't yet paid the electricity and water bill, I wanted..."
"No, no, not that, I mean... leave it," she decided to abandon the topic, and immediately stuffed her mouth with a large piece of pancake to avoid any cross-questioning by her mother.
"Oh, sweetie! I'm in a hurry, " her mother hurried back to the kitchen.
Diksha decided to drop the topic for the time being.
"Mom! Can you drop me at college whilst on your way to work? I've left my scooter there," Diksha shouted, cleaning up her plate.
"Diku! Goodness, I'm getting late," her mother replied grumpily.
"Mom please, " she squeaked.
"Fine! Now hurry up."

Diksha was early to college that day. She headed towards the parking lot to check on her scooter; it was at its place.
Diksha hadn't called any of her friends. She wanted to practice for the upcoming basketball match so she directed towards the court. A few girls were stretching out, warming up for the practice.
She waved at them and walked to the changing room to get into her basketball costume.
After a bit of warming up, they started playing. No doubt, Diksha was marvelous at it. She was leading the team.
After a game, they went for a break. Diksha felt a gaze lingering on her back. She turned to look around; Nikhil was staring at her across the other side.
He was wearing a pair of black jeans with a chequered shirt, paired with a black leather jacket. His hair slightly ruffled giving him a fresh and adorable look.
His kohl black eyes were holding a glint in them, his lips twitched into an amused smile.
Diksha glare at him for staring her like that. She slightly felt uneasy finding Nikhil making his way towards her.
"Hello, miss Sharma! How are you?"
Diksha could sense the other girls gawking at him or maybe them.
"How long have you been here?" She asked curtly, ignoring his question.
"From a couple of minutes, but you haven't yet replied to my question, " he mocked.
"I'm fine," she winced, looking away from him.
"You played..." he paused.
"How did I play?" She snapped.
"Umm...alright, " he smirked and shrugged his shoulder a bit.
"It seems you are quite apt at it," she sharply replied, feeling a bit offended.