OUR PURPOSE.

13. NIGHTMARES AND DATES.

*Third person POV*

The holidays are coming to an end.
And even the bad days are.

Well, that's what I think.

It's almost midnight, when Zoya wakes up sweating. Frightened.

Nightmares. They have started again.
Everyday something different.
Something more frightening than before.
This time, with her favourite and only uncle Abdul dying.

“He is fine” she repeats to herself.

Just a dream. She doesn't want to lose him.

She decides to message him.

Zoya: Chacha, yaad aa rhi hai aapki. I miss you.

He replies to her almost instantly.

Abdul Chacha: Ha, baccha, mein yahi hoon. So jao ab. I am here child, sleep now.

She randomly messages Abdul chacha. He was been there with her since he was born. He has become quite used to her messaging her randomly.

Feeling thirsty, she tries to drink the water from side table. But it's empty.

“Ugh” she says and makes her way towards the kitchen.

Walking in the hallway, she hears a faint sound of someone talking.

Curious, she walks towards the direction.

It's from bhai's room.

“He must be talking to his boyfriend” she thought, “What was I thinking? It was no fu*king use to come here, I am such a fool”, she laughed.

She started walking towards the kitchen.

“Water always helps”, she mumbled.

“My sleep has slept. But I can't sleep.” she thought.
She thinks she could be a good poet.

She watches crime patrol on her phone, well she is obsessed with it.

I mean it's better than all those sh*tty teenage drama.
Her words not mine.

And soon, she drifts off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Anurag is pacing around his room because, I don't know, let's take a look.

Oh, he's got a message from Omkar.
Yep, he is alive.

Omkar:“Hey”

Don't tell me, he is pacing around for this!
*me to my-well whoever the hell this person is*: Yep, you dumbo, after all they are hormonal, over reacting, ‘cool’ teenagers.

Well, ignoring this rubbish.

Oh, he is replying,

Anurag: Hey.

Omkar: Are you okay? Like you took around 4 minutes to reply, and all I get is ‘hey’.

Anurag: Arey, Network issue.

Lies.

Omkar: ohkay, so wyd

Anurag: Chilling.

Oh I guess, he purposefully forgot about 4 minutes of pacing, nail biting and deep breaths.

Well,

Omkar: So, let's hang out, it's been a while, isn't it?

Anurag: Like a date or something?

Omkar: Only if you want it to be;)

Anurag is freaking out, I mean Duh.
Hormonal teenagers remember?

And obviously he's gonna forget about the part when he was almost going to confess Zoya that he likes her,

Anurag: Yep.

Now, Omkar our Greek god guy, is freaking out.

He liked him for quite a long time.

At first, he thought it was just a random crush.

But then, it turns out that he liked him. Alot.

Like, no one kept him thinking about someone for nights.

Well, if you don't count the hot English sir he had. But, that was like in 7th or 8th standard.

Omkar: So, a date?

Anurag: yeah, dumbass.

Ohmygod

Greek God's blushing. He is so cute. I wish he was not gay.

Sh*t.

Let's pretend nothing like that happened.

Anurag: So, where are we going?

“I love the sound of we” Omkar thought.

Well, technically, he didn't speak it, so how in hell did you heard the sound?!

Omkar: It's a surprise.

Omkar: Duh.

Anurag: Suspense is killing me.

Omkar: Want me to come over and fight with suspense?

Anurag: Well, only if you want to;)

Omkar: haha, you wish. I was just kidding, dude.

Anurag: You hurt my feelings.

Omkar: Want me to come over and apply medicine?

Anurag: No, dude.

Omkar: Now, I am seriously hurt.

Anurag: So, do you want me to come over and give you some company?

Omkar: Yes, please.

Anurag: *forwarded
haha, you wish. I was just kidding, dude.

Omkar: Well, my date's funny. I guess it's time to sleep now. I don't want to meet you with dark circles around my eyes.

Anurag: yep. He is, so, good night.

Omkar: You too, Tata

Anurag: Tata.

And both, couldn't really sleep because yeah, hormonal teenagers, and Anurag was too excited to about his date and Omkar/ Greek God was too nervous because he didn't thought he would say yes.

Like, he prepared all the negative imaginary scenarios.

But he had a whole day to plan.

And, thus good night to their good night's sleep.

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