❝The only kind of love I want is one where even if it is just for a short moment, it feels like I have lived a lifetime in that moment with that person. ❞ - Jhanvi Raichand.
**You CANNOT read this as standalone. Read Dare to Be before reading this...
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2.25 Searching For Home
Jhanvi scolds when I follow her inside the house, "What are you doing? You should be with Annie!"
"She doesn't want to talk to me," I inform with a heavy heart though I can't hold Annie responsible. It's only been a few hours since she arrived.
She raises a brow questioningly, "You're so sure of that because?"
"If she wanted to, she would have already. She's not one to dally important topics."
She tries to assure me afterwards, "Look at it this way - you've got the next week."
I smile back appreciating her effort. "Were you able to get anyone to set a room for her?"
"I did ask a couple servants to but I'm not sure it's ready. Everyone has mostly been busy attending to the guests. But, Arshiya said she doesn't mind sharing her room so we're good for tonight."
I wince at the information, "I pity Annie then."
"Why?"
"Aru may have grown up and as much as I love her, she's still got a habit of kicking people. It's why no one ever wants to share a bed with her even when she offers."
Jhanvi laughs along, "Bless her heart."
It's always kind of Arshiya to offer but yes, bless her heart. Her naïve actions aren't always reciprocated.
"I'm going to go check on Inaaya. I think I saw Khushi take her in. You gonna be okay?"
I nod to assure, "Yeah, I'm going to go straight to bed so I'm not wallowing, as mom likes to call it." I add the later rolling my eyes. Because, if you ask me, I don't 'wallow'.
"Night, then." She bids and turns once we reach the top of the stairs. I go the opposite direction to where I remember my room for the next week to be.
Entering, I shake my head at the mess Annie left behind while getting ready. I imagine she wasn't able to decide what dress to wear since a couple of them were sprawled on the bed. Her make-up bag was on the dresser. The towel she must have used was just lying on the floor.
I take off my coat and leave it on the bed deciding to first clean up the room and then hang my clothes.
First thing, towel. Still damp since it wasn't spread out to dry. I take it to the washroom and hang it over the rod. Returning to the room, I grab her clothes carefully, knowing she'd have my head if they got even a wrinkle on them. It's okay if she throws them around carelessly but end of the world if someone else commits the same crime.
