When He Barged In Without My Permission

Chapter 38: Everyday discovering something brand new

Part 4: Naa hai yeh paana, naa khona bhi hai (I don't want this, I don't want to lose this either.)

Chapter 38: Everyday discovering something brand new

Akshara

Things to do when you've broken up with the possible love of your life:

1. Think about how cute he looks. (NOT.)

2. Think about his kisses. (NOT.)

3. Regret breaking up.

4. Listen to angry pop music.

5. Listen to Blank Space every ten minutes so that you can feel that he betrayed you, when really, it is the exact opposite. 

6. Switch off your phone, so you're not tempted to call him.

7. Throw things that he gave you into your cupboard (the farthest corner).

8. wallow in self-pity and misery, even though you're a staunch feminist. Cut yourself some slack please. 

I mentally listed these things in my mind, while laughing at the irony that a feminist like me was distraught over a guy. I groaned loudly, when I realized that it was already Friday. I get to see him tomorrow. NO. Don't you dare think in that direction Akshara. YOU have TO SEE HIM TOMORROW. You're being forced to. Remember that. 

I groaned again, flipping over to lie on my stomach, screaming into my pillow. I hated Yulu records now. Bloody gits. I hated Raghav for being a pop star. Why did he HAVE to sign that contract?! My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that it was time to feed it. 

'Alright you mangy dog, I'll feed you.' I snarled, rolling out of bed and catching a glimpse of myself in my mirror. YUCK. I stepped out of my room, making a face. I slumped downstairs, feeling as if the entire world was against me. My feeling was proven right when I tripped on the stairs and rolled all the way down. Hot tears were streaming down my face as I finally landed on the floor, my butt awkwardly sticking up in the air. Bloody universe. 

Jai walked past me, his head bent low, his eyes trained on his phone. Such a loving brother. 

I got up, swiping off the angry tears and stormed into the kitchen. Mum was cooking, humming under her breath as she cooked. A delicious scent wafted into my nose, and I almost fainted with happiness. Paneer Butter Masala. (An Indian curry.) She was making my favorite curry. Thank god for creating mothers. 

"Hi Akshara!" I jumped at the new voice, feeling my heart race. I turned to see Vismaara smiling at me. Once she looked at me, her nose scrunched up and a disgusted expression made it's way onto her face. "Wow. You stink." she said, waving a hand in front of her nose. I gave her a look. "Nice to see you too, Maara." I muttered, walking to the fridge and pulling it open. I pulled out a bottle of water and chugged it down. I placed it back inside, and closed the door, only to find my mother and Vismaara glaring at me. "What?!" I snapped.

"Why does it smell like a dead rat in here?!" My mother demanded. I gulped. I hadn't bathed in days. I'd jut stayed in bed, which was warm and comforting. "Because, she hasn't had a bath in days aunty." Vismaara said, giving me a disappointed look. My mom raised an eyebrow, as if to ask if that was true. I averted my eyes and nodded. "Go and have a bath now. No Paneer Butter Masala for you otherwise." my mom said, crossing her arms across her chest. I sighed in defeat. I obliged.