Chapter 2

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'Hey babe, u free? wanna chat for a while.'

So I texted Keisha. And she replied -

'Yeah. I am free. Tell me.'

'Keisha, tell me, why am i so much confused when it comes to abhinay :/??'

':0 Abhinay?'

'Yeah.'

'what, abhinay?' you like him or something?'

'No! i dont!'

'Naina, hold it. tell me exactly what do you feel when you c him.'

'butterflies, in my stomach'

'Whoa. wild.'

'Keisha. I am about to face him. TELL ME WHAT TO DO OR ELSE WE STOP CHATTING RIGHT NOW.'

'Okay okay chill darlin. just look at him CONFIDENTLY, and forget about the butterflies. K?'

'Yeah, i'll try.'

Though I really did not look at him confidently or forget about the butterflies. That was because he had his exams and wasn't going to come to the party. Just like the butterflies inside my stomach had just died.

Arnav's party was at a restaurant in a mall. The restaurant was an Indian village themed one, and I practically loved it. Balloons were hanging up and there were many people sitting under a fake tree, just like in a village. 

The decor was pleasent and the karaoke version of 'Yaadon Ki Baarat' played softly in the backgroud.

"I hate that song!" He had told me when accidently I had played that song on my iPod one day.

I smiled to myself and Arnav saw me.

"Why are you smiling to yourself? Crazy you are."

"Thanks." I scorned and stuck my tounge out at him.

I walked to the full-glass window and stood there looking down. It was the courtyard of the mall, called the 'Atrium'. People were sitting where ever they found a place. There was a Mc. Donald's just beneath me and I could see some kids coming out of there in unison and playing with their happy-meal figurines. Between all this hubbub I saw a known face. It was Abhinay.

"Oh my god it's him!" I shouted to myself. 

Arnav heard me and ran to me. 

"What, who is there?? Is it One Direction? Or The Rock? Or Kareena Kapoor? Or who is it?"

"It's Abhinay, dumbo."

"Yeah. So?"

"You told me he wasn't going to come."

"I did. But now he came. Big deal." 

And he walked away.

I looked below. He wasn't there. Why was I so much happy after seeing him? I didn't know myself. I stared at no one in particular and the butterflies just reincarnated inside my stomach. I couldn't wait to meet him.

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