Endgame | ✓

14. Back To Square One.

14. Back To Square One

IT RAINED AGAIN.

I was back at my apartment when I hear the pitter-patter sound of the rain striking the asphalt. The sky was a dark shade of gray, and the entire ambiance around the coming of rain always made me feel. The free fall of rain was like an old song playing gravity-based gramophone's music, and it reminded me of him.

My dad.

He used to sing old songs for my mom when they used to be in love. Until he decided it was better to drink his sorrows down after my mom suffered through a miscarriage after two trimesters of her pregnancy. One thing led to another, and our relationship was strained beyond repair.

Monsoon used to be my favorite season because dad and I used to make paper boats and play with them in our small garden. My dad was the most affectionate dad in the world, but now I knew it was all a huge drama. He never loved us; mom and I were like trophies for him and he couldn't bear the brunt of losing one trophy and so, he decided it was better to smash down the others too.

I never hated him for no reason.

I was glad my mom realized the toxicity of the relationship she was in, and decided to leave that asshole. It was the best decision my mom had ever made, and I was so proud of her in that moment.

The anger that came along with his thoughts made me warm. It was almost funny how things you almost hate are also the ones which have the capability to make you feel warm.

As if on cue, I was suddenly reminded of what I had to do tomorrow. So I pick up my phone and swiped on the contacts, then selecting Anagha's number, and typed down the message.

me : tomorrow ok? the entire hotel is yours but you select a room in the second floor so that it's easy for us to come.

anagha : okay anu. but i hope this isn't something illegal?

me : since when is seducing a man illegal anagha?

anagha : k, i'll see you!

Before I could reply her back, I got a call from Abeer. I swiped my finger across the green icon on the screen and answered the call. "Abeer? Glad to know that you aren't dead!"

"Normal people say hello but that's what I get for being friends with an utterly crazy woman."

"Love you too!"

"I grew the balls to call Arista yesterday. She told me that she misses me, Anushka. I think we might just fix things up,"

"Or things might just blow up as well." I completed for him.

"You've lost it, Anushka. Talk to me when you feel like being a good friend. Bye."

And there was static at the other end.

Sighing deeply, I kept my phone aside, clutching on my head which throbbed so bad. I didn't know why I was being such a prick to everyone today. I just had the worst of mood as I plotted on how to fix my best friend's life. Might as well got a very conniving idea but sometimes, the most conniving ideas save your life and hearts. The bottom line was - Nikita and Virat were so going to happen.

I realized the only way to really get over Virat was to see him with someone else who's happiness mattered. Who's happiness I wouldn't crush like Advay's. And Virat's love for Nikita only incited this idea in me. If he was confused between Nikita and I, I was going to make sure that the confusion disappears into thin air after tomorrow.