Forever: The phone call | Part 2 | Complete

Chapter 16

I was really busy in my room eating chips and reading a book when I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't really expecting anyone but then I assumed it was my parents because they did frequent at the Mirajkar residence pretty often to see how Ishaan's mother was doing. Mr Mirajkar wasn't home yet and it has been more than a week. He has simply cut all the contacts with us and we are clueless about his whereabouts.

I ran downstairs and the person on the other side of the door was growing impatient. What kind of emergency occurs at 5 pm in the evening when the great Ahana Kulkarni was busy chilling in her room? At least have pity on that doorbell! Ringing it over and over won't make me open the door any faster.

Hesitantly enough, I went near the door. I opened it and an angry Myra came in.

“What took you so long?" She asked.
"Nothing serious, I was just busy plotting your murder.” I replied sarcastically.
"I'll help you with that if you do as I say right now.” She replied.

Seriously, did she pay attention to what I just said?

She held my hand and pulled me back upstairs. She has her way with people no matter what. Like this is my house, my me time and hence my authority but then  I can't help but be controlled by Myra the great.

As soon as we entered my room she screamed,"CHIPS!!!??"
Looking angrily at me she continued,

" You are not supposed to have these things! Do you even know how many calories they contain? You'll grow all fat like that mad lady we saw in the mall.”
" Okay first of all, stop body shaming her. You know nothing about her medical history to call her fat. Secondly I'm not turning into that lady just because I'm having a packet of chips. Consider it my cheat day and me time and just get out of my personal space.”

She walked towards my cupboard, not bothering to pay heed to this extensive exhausting speech of mine and started rummaging through my clothes.
“Ahana, please tell me you have at least one piece of clothing that doesn't scream you are turning into a Brahmacharin.”
" Dare you talk like that about my clothes. I call my style highly classy and I'm not fond of anything that screams I want to get laid asap.”

Myra looked at me like she had just seen a monster. I fail to predict what is going on inside her brain which surprisingly is tinier than a peanut. She's so stupid and spontaneous that it scares me to be with her. One moment she's all honey bunny and the next moment she's a tyrannosaurus.

“Why do you need clothes from my cupboard?" Finally, I was asking a relevant question.
" Because we're attending a party." She replied.
" Who said I'm attending any party? I'm busy.”
" Busy eating chips? You are coming with me.”
" First tell me who is the host?”
" It is Roop Upadhye. My good friend. He asked me to invite my friends and who better than you?”

This didn't seem like Myra's usual self. It looked like a badly written script she was enacting. Do I really need to know who this Roop Upadhye is? I have an unnerving feeling about this name but can't put my finger on anything. It's weird that's it.

“I'll come, but I need assurance that nothing is going wrong.” I said with firmness in my voice.
“I assure. Now go wear this red dress and come out in fifteen minutes. I'm waiting in the living room.” She ordered with equal firmness.

Now the situation is, I'm going for a night party at some stranger's place, I'm wearing this beautiful gown that limits my abilities to run or kick faces. Moreover I'm trusting Myra with my life there. This can't get worse, can it? Am I committing a mistake here?

I spent around ten minutes staring at the red dress placed on my bed before I gathered the courage to just go for it. How bad could it be? I have emergency numbers on speed dial and I can always turn back if I don't feel like going in the house. No matter what, Myra can't lift me and throw me in the party house. I hope that's enough.