It's love, isn't it?

4. Friends?

Twinkle's POV

I hear a loud, shrill and disturbing noise coming from somewhere near. I get up to find myself lying on the very very cold floor. My first thought is that I have been kidnapped by some stalker and thrown into a cage. I'm not self-obsessed or something. It's just that I have been watching many crime thrillers lately. Coming back to present, oh god! how would I escape. Ok ok, calm down girl....we'll think of something.

Rapidly blinking my eyes, I realize that I am not in some cage or anything but in my very own living room. I had fallen asleep watching Lucifer series till 3 am or so I guess and now I can't wait for the fifth season to be released. And that annoying noise was my alarm. I picked it up from the table. Oh crap! It's already 8. I'll get late for office now. I run into my room jumping two stairs at once. I'm sure if mom would have seen it, she would have had a mini heart attack.

Quickly taking a shower and dressing up, I turn to the mirror for some make-up. Well change in the plans. Perhaps my brain doesn't feel that I need to waste my time, which could be gainfully used in sleeping, on applying make-up. Don't get me wrong.....it's not that I hate make-up....it's just that I don't understand the benefit of applying make-up every day. If I do so daily, then how would I be able to distinguish a normal day from a special day?

Ok, so skipping make-up, now I just have to find my case file for today. Let me check my calendar......Ohhh shit. Aaj to Saturday hai. No case today......why god why.....why did I get up so early. Oh the amount of blissful sleep I lost😭😭

My phone rings interrupting my self-pity session. I pick it up obviously the stupid me *face-palm* forgot to see the caller ID.

"Hello Twinki"

"Hiiii Vickyyyy. What's up?", I sang into the phone, instantly recognizing the voice of my best friend Vicky. He's my best friend aka bro since like forever. He was a classmate at school and we used to fight a lot, majorly because he was the Mr. Nuisance and I was the Ms. I-will-tell-the-teacher. Long story short, once he accidentally broke a bench in class and I saw him. But I didn't tell the teacher who did it when she asked, because it was an accident. Well he didn't expect this. So, he thanked me profusely and stopped all the kids from calling me teacher's pet. We have been friends since then.

"The sky of course", replied Vicky.

I snorted and said, "Well I thought the ceiling. But maybe tere ghar waalon ne tujhse pareshaan hoke tujhe ghar se nikaal diya aur ab tere sar pe chat nhi"

"Tu nhi sudharegi", laughed Vicky. "Well actually I had a really important thing to discuss. Could you meet me now?"

"Sure, meet you at Nukkad café in 10 minutes"

"Ok done. Bye and late mat hoio"

"Rehne de. Tu hi late hota hai hr baar" I laughed, cutting the phone.

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Hi again friends🙋‍♀️

Sorry! Got a bit late in updating . Tried to write from a character's point of view instead of third person. Do share your views about this chapter. And thanks to all supporting me through the votes and comments.