Chapter 19

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Author's Note
Heya readers, I'm here with the next update. This is my new year's gift for you all and I hope you like it. Sorry for missing out an update on the last tuesday, but here is a big and exciting update to compensate for that.
Happy new year to all of you. May this  year bring a lot of success and prosperity in your life, may it leave a smile on your face.
Happy Reading!!

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We were in the cab, and it was almost time to reach Yash's house. Slowly and steadily, Ulka was growing suspicious. With every turn that the driver took, Ulka looked at me in her signature one eyebrow up the other down and eyes as thin as knife blade.

As soon as the cab came to a halt infront of this big bungalow, her face whipped in my direction and she said,
“You just didn't!"

I tried to say something but nothing more than a radio frequency crack left my mouth. I was getting nervous and was in the back seat of a cab with human version of tornado sitting next to me. To say that she waz bubbling with anger would be an understatement.

The cab halted by this large metal gate of a beautifully decorated house. I quicklycame out of the cab and paid the driver. From the other side, Ulka came out and greeted me with a steely gaze. The driver pulled our luggage out of the car and left.
With cautious steps, I entered the house compound all the while Ulka was staring at me. She had expressions of being cheated all over her face. Did I betray her by bringing her here without any clue? I don't know.

The house was an excellent example of old Indian architecture. It had a big balcony above the main door that was laced with delicate vines of colourful flowers. The railing design had traces of Rajasthani palace architecture and the windows had jharoka like doors. The house was surrounded by all the plants in this world with various kinds of berries, flowers and leaves growing on it. The entrance of this house had the medicinal herb Tulsi planted in the center.

It looked so well maintained that I wonder how different people can seem and people can be. I never thought Yash will be into gardening but then it could be his father or mother as well. Overall, the house had a strong positive energy that was pulling us inside.

Before I could approach the door and hit the bell, Ulka pulled me behind. Her face looked red, her eyes were bloodshot and tears were rolling down her barely visible cheeks. I just realized how much the realities of life had been feeding on her. She had lost so much of weight and was barely holding her grounds right now.

“Why would you do that?” She demanded an answer.
" Ulka just calm down for a bit-" I could barely speak. Her condition was really bad and the immediate cause was me. I knew she hated Yash but still I brought her here. I joined hands with her enemy, with the person that was favored by her father over her. I told him about her vulnerabilities. It was mere luck that Yash turned out to be a good guy who's ready to help his cousin. But had this not worked out, I would have been the sole reason for worsening Ulka's situation.

“Speak!! I'm asking you a question." Her voice was hoarse.
" I was tr- trying to...h-hh-." I couldn't speak. My voice was cracking. I took a deep breath and continued,
"I was trying to help you. I couldn't see you suffering so much.” I replied.

" Trying to help me, were you? But Ahana I never asked for it. I confided in you because you were my friend. And I could handle this situation better with you minding your own business. What are you trying to prove by bringing me here? That you are such a great friend!?!? Ooh or is it to show me how stupid I am to even think about winning the firm from Yash. That was one hell of a friendship we had huh!?”

Was that Ulka speaking? Or was it the situation talking? I couldn't control the outburst of emotions on my face. We were standing face to face in this open lawn and were both crying. I knew I hurt her and she knew she hurt me. But who is going to stop us from hurting each other anymore?

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