"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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"Do you think she is going to come?"
"Obviously, Graham. This is Mahima. She will not blow this up."
"She definitely can blow this up. That's what girls too." Graham says.
"But she texted me she'll be here at four thirty." And it's past twenty minutes to it.
"I'm sure Mahima will be there soon. She's our friend." Anna says, no doubt in her voice.
"But where are you guys?" I say on the phone. I've been sitting here in the two sit table inside Kikki's cafe. Mahima and I decided to meet here. I told her we can probably call or text and it's okay that she isn't comfortable yet. But she said meeting would be much better. So here I'm waiting for her and having a conference call with Graham and Anna.
"We're not where you are." Says Graham. "Ouch."
"Shut up, Graham." Anna huffs on the call. "Tarun, I'm sure everything will be fine."
"Oh. There she co-" Graham says something on the phone but the call ended abruptly. What's going on with these two. They have been acting weird lately. I think, we all are. I stuff my phone inside my pocket. I glance up and fine Abhimanyu looking at me. He says, mouthing the words, "Where is she?" I shrugg and shake my head, telling him that I don't know.
He just severed a table across from me. I wish he could sit with me here. But he is doing his shift. Wearing that same dress coat and his batch. Being a waiter suits him. Being a assistant coach suits him. He being my boyfriend... wait. We haven't discussed about it. We talked and talk about a lot of things. I still don't know we're officially in a relationship or not. I think it's self explanatory? That's what it is. But I still have to say or ask about it. I haven't said 'I love you' to him properly. I didn't wanted to that when I was blaring myself out at him. I'll say to him. I love him.
"Oh my god. I'm sorry to be late and kept you waiting." A voice hovers.
"I love you."
"What?" A chair pulling sound shifts me out from my zone. I snap back to reality from my thoughts. Mahima takes the sit across me. Her eyes are narrowed.
I shake my head. "Sorry, what? What did I say?" Mahima hangs her purse to the back of her chair. Her hairs look wet. It's not raining outside. She must had a bath and I'm sure every girl dry their hair. Maybe she forgot? But it's up to her. She can be however she want.
"I didn't heard you but I thought you whispered something." She says.
"Uh... nothing." Thank God, she didn't heard what I just said. "So, How are you?" This is a good enough question to ask first.
"I'm doing all fine. Okay, let's not make this weird as much as it already is." She says.
