"When you have to go through EVERYTHING, to get that EVERYTHING."
It's so hard to be someone when you're confused about who or what you're. Tarun is never 'Who' he thought he would be. He has a secret which he is claimed of hiding from everyone. Nei...
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Three days later.
As I'm parking my car on our driveway, I thought of taking a U-turn and go back to Abhimanyu's apartment. I slow down the car until it comes to a stop. Dhruv is in his front yard and talking to someone in his phone. I turn off the car engine. He haven't seen me or a car arrived in the neighbor yet. He isn't paying any sort of attention. And I'm meaning to keep it that day. Dhruv throws his head back and laughs out loud. I can hear his laugh even the windows are closed. It's two thirty p.m but it's not sunny. I open the door and lock it with the key. I don't want to make any sound. I don't want to see him. I don't want to talk to him... yet.
I walk down my pavement slowly, not glancing at his direction. I reach the three step stairs of our front door but it's late. "Hey, Tarun." Shit. I close my eyes and took a deep breathe, opened them and I turn.
He is standing, hands folding on the cemented border rail which divides over house. He smiles. So much different than Abhimanyu's. His one side dimple-smile makes me feel and Dhruv's is just... dull. Good for me. I fake smile at him.
"Hi, Dhruv. Uh... I have to go. Things to do." He opens his mouth but I don't give him any chance to say anything as I turn and went inside our house, shutting the door behind me.
I don't want to deal with any of his shit.
I made lasagna today for lunch. (I kept my phone on the kitchen counter, Pausing and playing YouTube tutorial to see step by step and it was too much of work.) Basically, I created a mess inside our kitchen. Mom tasted it, she said, moving her mouth slowly-acting like a master chef-"You just baked it a little too much." Then also I took it for Abhimanyu, we ate it together. He said the lasagna is good. I know it wasn't that good, but he didn't gave me the honest review. "Maybe... it's just over cooked." He said at last, with caution. Oh I see, didn't wanted to hurt my feeling. I told him "All I ever want you to be honest with me " And yes, that's what I ever want between us, to not hide anything, even if it might hurt us.
"What's with that face?" Paras asks me, as I'm still tilting my head on the door board. He is watching TV and completing his holiday homework. Papers all over the coffee table. Books on the couch.
"Nothing. You shouldn't watch and do homework at the same time." I tell him. I hobble to my room.
"You're jealous because you can't do two things at a time." He throws back.
Well, for one, my brother knows how to do a come back. But I ignored him. My phone ping with a message.
Mahima : We can meet tomorrow.
I called Mahima yesterday morning, I texted her too. But didn't got any response. I told her that we need to talk. But I decided she will contact me back whenever she wants me too. I want us to talk. I know Praful did. Then also Mahima and I, things were getting weird between us, for no specific reason, at least from my side it is good, I think. She have or had feelings for me? More than being a friend? I never would have guessed if it wasn't Praful who told me.
