"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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knock-Knock.
"Mom, I'm not gonna open the door!"
Knock-knock.
"I don't want to eat!"
Knock-knock.
Ugh. I get up from my bed and pulled the door off abruptly. "I said I don't wanna..." it's not Mom but my eyes meet his. Abhimanyu is standing in front of me, holding a tray. He brought dinner to me. What he is doing here? I thought mom was going to tell him to "Get lost and never come back. Don't even try to talk to my son." But here he is. Inside my house. In front of my room. Holding dinner for me. And I'm a little shocked that he is grinning like an idiot. Like anything happened outside half an hour ago. Like he didn't smack Dhruv down to the pavement. Like he didn't scream at me, asking "Did you kissed him?"
"Hello, room service." Gosh. His fucking dimple-smile.
"What are youdoing here?"
"Can I get in?" He ignores what I asked me. Fine, I'll play this game too. I just didn't say anything but left the door open and walks into my bed. I sit on the edge, folding my legs and taking a pillow for restingmy arms on it.
Stalking inside, he places the tray on my study table asking, "This okay?" I shouldn't be nodding. I should be acting like I'm mad. He should be actinglike he is mad. Because he didn't know anything about Dhruv. But I nod. I want to ask him why the hell he is smiling. He goes and shuts the door. Then, he starts plating dinner. Two plates? So he is having dinner with me? I don't care. We are playing the ignoring game right now. "Not gonna talk?" He asks me. Okay, at leastI'mplayingthe game. "Okay" he says to himself. Then he takes out his phone from his pocket. And starts typing. What the hell? He is here inside my room and instead of talking to me, he is texting? To whom? Must be that bitch, Sana.
Abhimanyu is playing at the next level. Did he felt jealous of what was between me and Dhruv? And now he wants to make me feel the same?
Suddenly, my phone pings on the side table. Abhimanyu looks up at me from his phone screen as he drags the study table's chair out and sits. What is going on one? I grab my phone and unlock it. Sure, Abhimanyu has messaged me. I open it.
