"What do you mean I was gifted to you?"
"It is not good to eavesdrop but you heard it right. You are a gift that was forcefully imposed on me."
"Y-You... are.... lying..."
"Am I? You know what? Gift is a very fancy term for you. 'Trash' suits you be...
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"Hurry up, Reyna. We don't have the whole day. The movie is gonna start in one hour."
"Just a minute! I am almost done."
"Ya, man! Move your butt already. You know na, I have a date later too."
I ignored my friends' complaints who were waiting for me in my bedroom, and cursed at Upasana who was whining about her date since last night. Her crush had finally asked her out and now she was chewing our brains because of him.
"I am ready!" I announced and came out of my walk-in closet.
Keerti and Upasana exchanged a look and twisted their lips in distaste. I knew that look. I narrowed my eyes at them and put my hands on my hips. If they said a single word about my dressing sense, I would murder them.
"How do I look?" I asked.
"Umm... you.... you look.... you look like you do everyday!" Keerti yelled and threw a pillow at me.
It hit me in the face. I glared at her and she rolled her eyes when I said that I liked this dress. What was wrong with it? It was one of my favourite dresses and I wore it whenever I was in a happy mood.
It was a plain scarlet salwar suit with blue and golden coloured dupatta. My wardrobe was filled with such clothes only.
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(Reyna's outfit👆)
I checked my appearance in the mirror and turned back to them. They both sighed and gave up. They never understood why I only wore salwars or the clothes which fully covered my body. They thought I was conservative and worried about what others would think if I wore short clothes.
To be honest, they were a little bit of right in that matter but the main reason why I avoided wearing all those cute and pretty clothes was because I wasn't comfortable in my own skin.
Everytime I looked in a reflective surface, I always saw someone else staring back at me. Someone who had the same face and same body as me but a different soul.
A soul which was caged inside itself and was screaming to come out but I had buried it under thousands of layers of insecurities. And it was better if it remained there only. For me and for others too.
