The Dancing Tale

Chapter 12 (Part - 2)

RUDRA'S POV
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"Your music system is very biased. It only lets you play your songs." prakriti whined while folding her hands over her chest and pouting her lips when I sat on driver's seat. I shook my head at her childishness and connected the music player with her phone's Bluetooth and gave it up to her.

" Now here. Happy? " I asked her exasperated.  She smiled like a kid who saw Santa and nod her head vigorously up and down.

I wonder where this kid of inside her goes when she is sober because though she looks all too well to figure out, I know there is much more behind that smile which she wears all the time. The most smiling eyes sometimes had faced the ugliest tears.

My chain of thoughts got interrupted by her blasting one direction on my car's stereo. She started dancing and singing but was off the rhythm. I shook my head and started driving with my attention solely focused on the road in front of me.

Keep telling yourself that. Looking, every other minute at the girl sitting beside you makes it far away from focused.

"And we danced all night to the best song everrrrrrrrrrrrr." she tried to sing the high note of zayn.

"if you keep singing like this, I am sure I will be deaf by the time we reach home." I said. She glared at me but stopped singing.

"Stop the car. I will walk to home. You are rude, rude and so rudeeeeeeee." she slurred. "Tell me what I did to you. You always do that. I don't like it. I thought we will be at least acquaintance but you are just so bad with me sometimes. You are good with kids in the slums, you are a great son to your parents, you seems to be a good friend because kabir is your bestie. Then why am I the only prey to your anger. Am I that bad? I swear I am not that bad. I may be bad at singing but as a friend I am very good. My friends say I am the best but I know they all just love me too much. But I am sure you will like me. I can see you need a friend other than kabir but you push people away. You are afraid of something. You.......... "

"Shhhhhh....... For a person who is sloshed, you talk for a whole country. Just shut up now. We don't have time for your flumadiddle." I cut her rambling. She was saying the words that I am afraid to say to myself because that will mean I need to open up with people and opening up led to nothing but more hurt.

They all leave at the end.

"Stop the car." she suddenly said.

I ignored.

"Stop na."

Again ignored.

"Stop the car rudra. I want ice cream." she whined like a kid this time.

I turned my head to look at her. She looks like she didn't hear or remember the callous words that I said just 2 minutes ago because her eyes were looking out the window. I saw an ice cream truck so I stopped in front of it. They were closing their shop as it's already 30 minutes past midnight.

"Sit in the car. I will get ice-cream."

"Yayyyyyyy. You are so good." She cheered. I chuckled at her sudden mood change.

Just 2 minutes ago I was bad. You will drive me insane, trouble.

I went to the truck and bought 2 ice-cream cones just before they shut the shop and drove away. When I went to the car prakriti was not inside. Panic rushed through my veins as I looked vigorously around for her.