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Oh my Gosh. They weren't supposed to be here! My vision froze for a second. Vio had put on some heavy make up and taking that off would take me hours. I mean every body knows that waterproof maskara is like the hardest thing to take off.
What am I going to do.
Baby oil.
I grab the bottle from the cabinet in the washroom and tip toe to my room. Okay. I sit in front of my dresser, calm down my nerves and take in a breath. I quickly take a cotton ball and start swiping my eyes. Wow, this actually works! The eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow came out in three swipes. Good, then I grabbed a wet cloth and passed it on my face. Argh, it wasn't coming off! I rub a bit harder and eventually it reasonably came off.
Okay. Next?
I skidded over to my closet. Took out my pyjamas that disclosed the less skin and pull them off like a maniac. I take a quick look in the mirror.
Eyes. Okay.
Face. Not enough to suspect.
Rest of body. Good.
Great.
I quickly come down the stairs and welcome my parents with open hands. Damn, that was so close. I take in a breath and images of Rahul flash in my head. The boy had me going crazy.
"Hello Mummy. Quese ho Papa?" I ask pretending to act as if what happened tonight didn't actually happen.
"Beta? You didn't sleep yet?" My mom asks me and give me a warm hug.
"No, I was sorting a few things for Harvard," I said quietly.
"Good. Look how responsible our girl is!" She says happily but I notice Rahul had a sad expression on his face.
What?
They quickly cover up and smile up at her.
"Indeed," they say and Maya Auntie quickly wipes away a tear. What is going on?
I sit down beside my father who gives me a light pat on the back.
"Beta? Me and Mummy were thinking about letting you and Rahul go together to Harvard. He has to return anyways and he could help you out over there," they say slowly. Inside, I was more than happy. Fireworks were going off behind my eyes and I was grinning wildly in my head.
"Okay," I say masking my enthousiasm.
I look up and see Rahul smile,
"I'll just go to the bathroom," he says but I know when he lies. When he does he plays with his fingers, sweats, and scratches his neck.
"Tarai, you go sleep too. Uncle and Auntie will be leaving tomorrow," he says and I kiss everyone goodnight.
I follow behind Rahul who stops in middle of the hallway and falls to his knees. I don't make a sound just yet, I wanted to see what was disturbing him.
He started holding on to his hair and I could tell he was crying quietly.
"Why Arjun? Why did you leave me?" He sobs and questions swirl in my mind.
I tip toe behind him and crouch down, he doesn't realize just yet but when he does his eyes go round.
"How much did you hear?" He asked fearfully.
"Who's Arjun?" I ask slowly. Coldness shot through his eyes and he got up quickly.
"I don't want to tell," he says.
"Please. I could help you," I say grabbing on softly to his arm but he jerks my affection away.
"No. Just go to sleep Tarai," he says and tries to walk off but I stop him.
"Please," I beg but he just roughly takes hold off my hands and pins me to a wall.
"Stop it Tarai. Please. I'm begging you," he says sorrow etched onto his beautiful features.
"I want to know right now," I order as his minty breath fans my face.
"I fucking won't," he yells but not loud enough for the parents to hear. I was taken aback by his violent outburst.
"Have you ever lost someone you cared for more than your own life?" He asked angrily behind gritted teeth. I just shook my head.
"Then you can't understand how it feels to murder someone," he says stomping up the stairs and my heart almost has a cardiac arrest.
Rahul?
A murderer?
He cant be.
I run behind him and grab his hand and turn him around.
"Tell me this isn't true," I pleaded but his eyes contained regret.
"This is the fucking reason I didn't want to tell you I love you. You would be the typical indian good girl. You would run away from me, scared," he says taking my hand off his.
"Who did you kill?" I ask softly.
"My best friend," he said looking down in shame. I had to admit that I was scared, but I was in love with this guy. I could fix him, tell him its going to be alright.
"You don't know how it feels to have someone's blood on you hands," he said, a disapproving expression was in his face.
"How?" I ask hoping he wouldn't snap out of his trance and simply answer my questions.
"Car accident. I regretted it every single day until I met you," he said and my heart did a somersault.
This boy was broken in ways I never knew. But I loved him and I wasn't about to leave him. He is the one that made me see things in a different light and proved to me that he wasn't as bad as he seemed. I was determined to fix this beautiful person, no matter the consequences.
Before I scurried off to my room I put my arms around his neck and he stiffens in surprise. He hugged me back tightly and a tear rolled down his now red cheeks.
He was broken.
So broken.
But I'll fix him.
I shushed him until he calmed down and went to my bedroom. Now.
Game plan.
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