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5. The Moral Compass.

5. The Moral Compass.

   BLOWING OUT A SIGH, I walked into my office. It bustled with people endlessly. Honestly, I just hated crowds but I pretended not to. Crowds always made me feel lost, like I was losing my identity when I stood among them.

  It was probably because back in highschool I was always a following shadow of Nikita. During every ball night, a guy would ask out Nikita first, and then if she refused — the offer would come to me. I knew I was not as beautiful as her. Flawless skin. Delicate tendrils. Enticing smile. I was just average when I stood next to her.

  I just shook my head to clear my thoughts. She was my best friend; she was good at heart and that's why people loved her. I was shrewd in highschool, somewhat undesirable.

  Did Virat always loved Nikita? I had no idea about it. We hardly talked, hardly interacted except for our very infamous fights.

  The last night Virat and I spent together, he told me he would help me with my plans. He loved Nikita, after all. Why would he leave an opportunity if it somehow made Nikita his endgame? They looked perfect together, definitely compatible. I had thought of a couple of ideas on how I could play the cupid between the two.

  I entered my cabin, and saw how messy my desk was. I felt completely awful, looking at it. Taking a seat, I just sorted out the messy array of papers and photographs on my desk. After I complete the task, I took out my binder to make a list of things I could do to make Nikita and Nikhil break up.

  I usually planned things out before executing them. It helped a lot to note down the ideas and plans that swept across my very own flustered mind. I wrote down, Things I can do to break N-N.

  I laughed at the irony. Scientifically speaking, the Nitrogen-Nitrogen bond was one of the strongest bonds in Chemistry because it had an unbreakable triple bond. I just silently hoped that was not the case with Nikita and Nikhil.

  Nikhil's income came across my mind first. He owned a restaurant in the suburb which had a decent reputation. So if I could probably somehow ruin him financially, maybe Nikita would have second thoughts about the wedding. Or at least it could get postponed. I noted down restaurant, with an asterisk, first task.

  God, I sound like Satan's sister, I made a disgusted face. Okay, all this is for Nikita's well-being.

  Her happiness is what mattered the most after all.

  Second came Nikhil's string of ex-girlfriends. Nikhil had a lot of affairs before Nikita. So if someone could just pop into the scene, Nikita might feel insecure and jealous. Blast from the past, I noted down quietly.

  The last bet would be Virat. After the second plan, Nikita would be broken— damsel in distress with an utterly broken heart. And that's when the hero — a.k.a, Virat would enter and play the knight and share her pain. After that they would probably fall in love, and get married. Virat, I noted down.

After noting down all the plans, I got back to my work. I had to edit three albums today, it was a shit load of work. Sulking groggily on my seat, I stared at my laptop blankly. I could hardly concentrate because of the whirlwind of thoughts coming across the back of my mind. It mostly involved Nikita and Virat.

I wasn't exactly jealous because Virat loved Nikita — I knew she was lovable, but I just wondered why he loved Nikita. Was it just her superficial beauty that downed his heart? Because Virat and Nikita were hardly accomplices. They hardly talked, let alone doing things which would seed so much love in one's heart. Ugh. It wasn't my call to define his love superficial anyway. I could see how his eyes would light up whenever he talked about her to me. It was love. It didn't matter what exactly ignited the feeling.