Coloured Me Grey (Book Two)

Chapter 22

I kinda forgot to add an author's note in the previous chapter AND HOW HAVE YOU ALL BEEN MY POODLES?! Corona doesn't look like it is leaving any sooner (each day, at least 8000 cases are being confirmed in my country, saying anything about this would be an understatement). Stay safe, stay at home as much as you can and take care of yourselves, please!

I miss being a teenager on Wattpad *welp*. All those countless inline comments, all those DMs and seriously guys, if you wanna talk, SLIDE INTO MY DMs WITH THE WACKIEST TALES. I might miss out on replying to some comments but I never forget (or so I hope) to reply to messages.

Any anime fan out here? Anyone into Haikyuu!!? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE BOYS AND GIRLS PLEASE.

Anyway, I wanna make Riyaaz and his friend (guess who) go through some more shit, welp, don't hurt me.

Chapter 22

Remind me again why I was meeting up with Nisha at a café? That’s right, relationship advice. Obviously, I have the perfect career profile to provide groundsmashing sage advice.

"I wanna be out of here," I texted Divya as I sat there waiting for her girlfriend to turn up.

Apparently, she knew Nisha wanted to meet me and asked me to just go along with it for their relationship’s sake. If Nisha thought I could solve their problems, then Divya would bloody well give it a shot.

"Just hold on tight, bro. She ain’t gonna eat you up."

We didn’t know then that the next hour would prove her wrong.

Nisha entered the little café in one of her usual dresses, a light cardigan draped across her shoulders, hair pulled up in a neat ponytail. Even though it was not much apparent, there was something different about her.

Or maybe it was just my paranoia kicking in.

"She’s here."

"Alright then. Do your thing."

"Thing? I have never done any thing, Divya!"

"Hi."

My neck snapped upward and it fucking hurt. I still managed to smile through the pain and muttered back a greeting as I watched her settle down at the table facing me.

"How have you been?"

That's it. Any hope of this meeting going somewhere has been lost. The new year's party was barely ten days ago and now she asks me how I had fucking been as if we’re seeing each other for the first time in years.

"Uh... good! And you?"

So fucked. I'm so thoroughly fucked.

"Well, that’s why I’m here today, isn't it?" She gave me a frowning look and called for the menu. "Get whatever you want, my treat."

Woah, woah, hold up, this is going too fast for me.

The menu arrived and she looked it over. "Hey, do you wanna share a pizza?"

Well, so much for getting what I want. It wasn’t that I did not want a pizza but let me go through the damn menu too.

"Sure."

"So," Nisha leant forward and smirked. "Back to my problem."

It was my turn to frown. Why is she smirking?