"Oh my gooood!!!! What?? Omigish I'm so excited, I'm losing my mind, not joking. AALIIAAA!!!" Noor screams into the phone
"Noor, please calm down. Nothing happened !" I attempt in vain to convince the madwoman. I con call my best friends as soon as I return from the rehearsal.
"Alia! Shut up. He hugged you, and like pulled you to hug him" she continues yelling.
"To save me from the bikers! It was a natural human instinct." But yes, I honestly can't thinking about it myself.
"Ohmygoshohmygosh" For fucks sake; I smile to myself.
"Alia! I'm so happy for you. You finally got a prince. He sounds good" Tara speaks on the con call.
"Yeah, me too!" I'm smiling too fucking much.
"Tell us everything. Like EVERYTHING" Noor exclaims
"Guys! I already told you about the escapades at Toscano, and now he's the prince. I really thought I'd hate him, and he'd leave, but I just started talking to him and he wasn't such an attitude freak anymore. Like he actually moved his facial muscles to smile and not scowl. It felt dreamy I guess." I bite my lip, so my two most favourite people can't hear me smile through the phone. "Also if you really want to know something, he wears black jeans and white tee, and--, " oh gosh I need to shut up.
"Alia ! What were you going to say?" Noor threatens in her scary voice
"Haha nothing, I wasn't saying anything, I swear" I'm literally hiding my face inside a pillow. I let my mouth run like a river; ALWAYS! BAD ALIA!
"Alia tell meeeeee! Let us have some entertainment!" Tara acts cute and I give in like the sucker I am.
" Oh hell! Ughhh. He smells so good. I want to cry. Like I can't place the fragrance. But like the forest and the sea, the flowers and rain. I don't know. But it's heaven. I can't wait to dance with him. I can't believe he smiled. And listened to me. Jesusususus." I finally open my eyes and sit up on my bed. I can't believe I'm acting so stupid. But can a silly teenage girl even help it? Ahem. Correction. Teenage, hormonal boy bereft girl.
No she cannot.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" Both of them squeal cutely.
"Someone's smitten already huh" Bye Noor. I'm getting off the phone. She will kills me . I swear
"What do I do ?" I ask randomly.
"Dance!" Tara is shit at boy advise. I knew it. And I still love you!
"Just stay calm and normal. Avoid visible drooling and PLEASE DON'T GO AROUND SNIFFING THE POOR BOY" Noor laughs
"NOOR BALI! I SWEAR I'LL BURY YOU ALIVE. STOP EMBARRASSING ME! "I howl
"Aw, my babes" Tara doesn't struggle to find the humour in our fight. That's probably coz she wasn't listening. My friends you see! Specimens from the madhouse. My lifelines.
"Alright guys, I got to go. Have family dinner today. Bye. Love you so much." I finally breathe calmly.
"Bye bachha. All the best."
"Bye hotness. Love you. Miss you."
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Half an hour later I'm showered and dressed in a gold full-sleeved sweater dress, with a high neck that accentuates my chest and white lace stockings. I love winter, because I really get dress up and wear my fancy clothes without sweating and getting messy. I style my hair into a simple half ponytail with a centre parting and a few escaping tendrils on the left side. Brown Kajal and medium dark nude lipstick along with peach shimmer blush complete the natural yet chic look. Lastly, wear my trusted Swatch and golden coloured Heart drop earrings.
I casually sit down on my chair after putting away my ballet bag in the closet, clothes for wash and cleaning my room to perfection. While waiting for the other Malhotra's to get ready, I mentally re-live the moments from the last time I went out. The yellow lights in my room, dramatise shit.
Anyways, tonight we're going to my baba and badima's house (dad's brother and his wife respectively). I'm exhilarated, because I get to meet my brother - Rudra Malhotra, Chinna Bhaiya to me. He isn't my blood brother, but more than that. He teases me to the point of insanity,and I look forward to it. That's how we are. Stupid, crazy and obsessively caring. He's unconditionally supportive and I'm unconditionally loving, and vice versa too, but these qualities of ours I suppose stand out. I love him biasedly and unfairly and too much. He could set my novels on fire and I'd still love him. But if anyone else did it..... They were fucking dead.
And then there is my other brother,Chinna's own brother, Dev. I'll tell you about him in a bit. He's equally important and requires personal attention. Lol.
"Alia! Chale?" Mom yells.
"Yeah. I'm ready" I reply, fetching my block-heeled black leather boots from my shoe cupboard.
"Also mom, the prince came in today" I inform. Weirdly. Coz it's Alia remember? Queen of Awkwardness. Bleh.
"I'll give you boy talk when we get back. Chalo abhi !" She admonishes.
Excuse me? The heck! "Mom you're joking right?" I hiss.
"Yeah! But let me pretend to be a mom!" She frowns.
Jesus save me. She's so darn cute!
YOU ARE READING
Finding Him and Me
Teen Fiction"If you were a boy, I'd ask you to take off your t-shirt for spoiling mine." He retorts "If this wasn't a restaurant I'd slap you across your arrogant face". I spit with anger. Alia plays the role of Cinderella in her Ballet Academy. One fine night...
