Manik
In my entire life nothing has been as complicated as Nandini Murthy.
Nandini. My Cupcake.
The more I try to make things go in the right direction, the more twisty they get.
Why God? Why this has to be so complicated?
I sigh in exasperation as I enter the first class and see her sitting with that Aryaman guy.
Lo, ek aur problem.
Why do they have to be so close all the time?
Can't he just leave her alone and stick his ass somewhere else?I keep looking at them as I walk towards my seat right behind them, not even bothering to hide my discontent features when she looks back after feeling my sharp gaze.
I can't see her face, but I know she's most probably gritting her teeth thinking of ways to kill me already.
If only she knew that she's killed me a thousand times already.
Just as the teacher, whose name is still unknown to me, enters in the class I rest my chin on my palm as my elbow rests on the desk and I lean forward mentally prepearing myself for a long and boring hour.
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.I walk out of the class with one of the guys from my earlier class sticking by my side trying to come as a cool person in front of me.
I roll my eyes as he tries to tell me a story. Keyword: tries.
"Look, whatever is your name, I'm not interested in being your friend. So please stop following me." Maybe I shouldn't be this harsh, but I'm not in the mood for bullshit, so I just leave quickly for my next class.
When I enter inside, I furrow my eyebrows when I'm not able to spot Nandini anywhere.
Ab ye kahaan gayi?
I look back and forth the corridor, but she's no where to be spotted. I take some steps back from the class entrance with the idea of finding her, but the next teacher comes in my way.
"Manik, where are you going?" He asks rising his think eyebrows, "Actually, I'm not feeling well, so I thought-" I don't finish my excuse as I see Nandini rushing towards the classroom, instead, I just strech my lips in a thin line, "Nothing sir. I was just going inside."
I set my bag properly on my shoulder, entering the class and sitting exactly behind Nandini as she slips in the second line desks.
That teacher, Mr. Agnihotri I think, enters and greets everyone to which they groan and sit on their places.
As he starts with his boring lecture, I kick Nandini on the foot to get her attention and lean forward, "Where were you?"
Her eyebrows come together quickly, but they seprate with the same pace as she rolls her eyes going back to taking notes.
"Nandini Murthy, I know you can hear me. So, why were you rushing?" She sighs moving to one side of the desk and I do the same.
"Listen, just tell me, where were you, because as far as I know, you left before me with Aryaman." When the teacher turns, she gives me a look that clearly says 'Why would I tell you?'
"Nand-"
"Is there any problem, Manik?" I look ahead directly into Agnihotri's eyes and shake my head, "No sir."
"Then take notes quitely." I nod my head not wanting to answer him, when I see Nandini trying to contain her smile.
"Kya? Why are you smiling?" I already know why she's smiling, but I want her to say something to me.
Since this morning's car incident, she has said no word to me, not even a curse a word. I'd rather hear her cursing then nothing at all.
But, being the stubborn head that she is, all she does is look back at the blackboard and takes notes.
Nerd.
I kick her foot again, but she doesn't even flinch. I kick again, no response. As I'm about to kick again, she turns and stabs her pencil in the back of my hand resting on the edge of the table.
I quickly retreact my hand and shake it, trying to get rid of the sharp pain.
Damn, this hurts.
I blow on my hand but the pain stays, to which I put my hand back on the plain wood.
Thank God her pencil wasn't sharp.
I look at it for some seconds, mentally making a note to get it checked in case.
I look forward and see she's exchanged places with one of her friends, sitting in the first line.
Why is this girl like this?
Back in England, I used to think of her to be as soft as rose petals and cuter than a new born baby with those almond eyes.
But reality is so different.
She's probably still the cutest human being on planet, but defintely not the same smooth girl I knew six years back.I wish I had a time machine, so I could take her to those years and show her how much I've missed her.
I still miss her though. I miss my Cupcake.
If only life passed like a fairy tale where in the end everything becomes fine. But this real life, where mistakes are meant to be solved the hard way.
Fuck! Why am I talking like Alya all of a sudden?
Shit! Alya! I forgot to message her this morning. She's going to kill me!
I glance at sir, who's busy writing on the board, and carefullt take my mobile out of my jeans pocket to send her a quick text saying, 'Sorry. Rushed to school so I forgot to text you.'
I hope she's slept 'till late and isn't mad at me, because I wouldn't be able to handle an angry Alya all alone.
When the bell rings, everyone starts packing their stuff, when I notice that I haven't even bothered to get anything out of my bag. I chuckle to myself, before picking my bag and walking out checking the message I just recieved from her with states, 'Go to hell, Manik! I thought you will take me to see around, but no! Don't talk to me now!'
And that's how you know you've messed up, again, but I know how to solve this.
'Sorry! I promise to bring your favourite ice-cream and to take you out tomorrow.'
Second after, my mobile vibrates again, 'Fine! Deal! But come tonight as well, I have a surprise for you.'
'Surprise? What surprise?'
'Can't tell.'
'Not fair!'
I reach the next class and sit at the end not even bothering to look up from my mobile, 'What you did is not fair, too.'
When I'm about to respond, she sends another text, 'You gonna like this surprise.'
I smile thinking about all the crazy ideas she can get when it comes to surprises and chuckle remembering some while replying, 'Okay! See ya.'
As a response, all I get is a thumbs up, which is enough for me to know that she's still mad at me, but I know she won't stay like that for long after she eats the ice-cream I'll get for her.
When I put my mobile away and look up, Nandini's looking towards me, so I just smile at her, but she shakes her head and sits on her place.
Ab isey kya huya?
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