Love At Last Sight ✔

Chapter Eight

Nandini Murthy

I bang the door of my room shut with a racing heart and lock it up. I proceed towards the congested bathroom to change into dry clothes. It's just now I have come back from the seashore after my little time with The Manik Malhotra.

No, he wasn't 'The Manik Malhotra' today but just Manik, an astray Manik.

A smile creeps up my lips remembering our moments from some time back. I have enjoyed playing in the water with Manik. After we fell off, we had a major water fight in which I have obviously won. Okay, okay, he let me win. But hey, winning is winning.

I chuckle, remembering our little banter that had followed. I don't remember the last time I'd enjoyed like this, been this happy. It's as if he just pulls me away from my every problem into the peaceful world of oblivion.

But then, unwillingly, I had get back to this hell hole. After all, non-existing worlds can't not change the real life.

I sigh. Murthy's could arrive any moment and I'm ecstatic I made it before they have come. Otherwise—sigh. But I need to hurry. I have to clean up their messed up rooms before they show up. Obviously, the princesses and Lady Isha Murthy have created a havoc in their rooms while getting ready. From their makeup kits to their tried out footwear may be scattered all over the room.

A deep sigh leaves my lips.

As I strip and get into shower, my mind simultaneously wander off to, well, Manik.

I wonder what might be the tragedy in his life. He hates, loathes preferably as per him, his very existence. No one would do that just for no reason. I do hate my life but my existence? I doubt that. I want to live and that is why I am struggling but him? He has everything and still he has nothing.

I just wish for him to get out of his problem, of whatever he is struggling with. No one deserves to hate themselves so much and he is none different. He deserves to be as happy as he always pretends to be.

I take a quick shower and change as fast I can manage. I hurry to the princesses' room as that is where they had got ready and had created the the mess for me to clean up.

My jaw hangs open as soon as I take in the view of the room. No, it isn't clean. Not at all. They can never show mercy on me. It's the entire opposite. Half of their wardrobe is bundled up on the bed while the dressing table is something I won't even like to talk about.

The room looks as if it is hit by some storm.

I snort loudly before getting back to work. I need to work faster and finish this before they arrive. I absolutely hate living with them. Ugh! I hate everything related to them! Actually, I hate them all!

I dump away everything as less messily as I can. But by the time I am done, it is past ten. It has taken me almost an hour. Plus, my lack of proper vision did create problems too. Tears did threaten to pour all the time I couldn't see things properly. I had blinked them away, knowing it was useless. There is no one who cares about them, not even me anymore.

All I wish for is a little humanly warmth in this cold mechanical world. But now, no more. I have lost my own warmth too and turned like everyone else—cold and mechanical, with no feelings for anyone.

Life has turned me so.

Anyways, I just want to crash now. I am too tired to let the day continue. Closing the door behind me, I quietly walk towards my room. I'm about to step in when, "Crook!"

Damn man, someone fuck this Isha!

I force myself to go downstairs, mentally thanking that I did manage to clean up before their arrival. I have no energy left. The meet with Mr. Hale and Wesley has stressed me enough but the one with Manik has been a kind of stress buster.