Sitting in the college canteen, Mehak had a dubious look on her face, waiting for the news of yesterday. This girl always dies to hear the happenings of my life. To her my life was a movie which could be watched whilst she ate popcorn, and one time she did bring popcorn and coke. I had ordered some food for both of us. I was hungry.
Veering back on the chair, I blurted out, "I met Dhruv yesterday."
She wasn't in my school but she knew about him. I had told her about him in our second year. Her face gave away nothing. Soon Ishika, Lavish, and Abhi joined us with the sandwich in their hands except Ishika who had a salad. Go with her diet plan.
"Who met who?" Lavish asked, while munching on his sandwich.
"No one." They didn't know anything about Dhruv and my past with him.
Luckily, Dhruv wasn't in the same college as mine which had been a tedious job.
They all gave me a suspicious glance but decided to let go. They knew I wasn't going to say anything when I had no desire to say anything.
"How was your first day in the studio? Saw some girls?" That would be Abhi only.
I gave an irritated look. "Your girlfriend is sitting right next to you."
He gave a quick glance to Mehak who said nothing because she knew how Abhi was. But she never backs down on being a volcano on him, something was strange today.
"Oh, I didn't see you there." She rolled her eyes in return and looked back at her nails.
The waiter placed my sandwich and coke on the table and went away. I peered at it with a smile and attacked it in a second.
"Didn't have breakfast again?"
I nodded. "Family drama as always."
"I'm going to be a director. Trust me, I will make a movie on your home. Sanchi and her daily story." Lavish old day comment.
"Don't forget to give me credit."
Lavish sensed something in my voice. It wasn't much cheerful or anything. I couldn't fake my mood in front of them. It was a hard job. But, nevertheless, he didn't say anything and pulled his phone out.
"What was today subject?" Abhi asked.
I remembered today morning and said, "My marriage as always."
He whistled slowly. "I think you should run away from your home. They're keen on getting you married."
I snorted. "Tell me something I don't know."
His face morphed a sly look. "You don't know that you're stupid." He forwarded his hand. "Money."
I shoved his hand with a smile on my face. "Go rot in dustbin and see you're an asshole."
He pouted and batted his eyelashes. "You always break my heart, Sanchi. Who I would flirt with if I go away? And you'll grow bore with these people."
"Hey!" They all yelled at Abhi who just winked at me. He always knew how to make my mood better. Chuckling, I took a bite of my sandwich.
" Or you should tell them about Ajay."
Just by his name, my smile spread over my face. Last night, it was different with him. He just talked to me, made no attempt to go to the room. Maybe something was changing between us. Maybe we were growing into something else.
"And be in trouble? They will surely marry me if they see I am seeing the son of their rival company. Not to forget Rakshit, who takes his business seriously."
"Huh, old people and their craziness over their work."
I launched the french fry at Abhi direction, ignoring Lavish scowl who was eating them. "You'll be one of them. Soon."
He rolled his eyes but said nothing in return.
Suddenly, Ishika voice echoed in the table. "OMG!"
Her famous dialogue whenever something happened.
"Now what?" We asked her in sync.
She ignored our talk and turned her phone to our direction. "Ranbir and Sonia broke up."
Didn't know why, but we laughed at her. She had a huge crush on Ranbir, huger than she had on my brother. Go into her room, you would find a personal album of his photos with hearts on each page. She was a pure stalker of him.
"Guys, I can finally propose him." That was when my laughter doubled.
Lavish controlled it and knelt closer to her. "And how you will do that, ishy-picky?"
"His F* and twitter account."
"Spam Queen is coming back." Abhi sizzled.
Ishika flicked her hair at the back. "You all are jealous. Wait and watch. Ranbir will be my boyfriend soon," She sneered. Soon meant never.
I shook my head at her childishness. Her and her stupid crush.
"I've even thought of our ship name. Ranis."
We ignored her rambling about her crushes. Lavish and Abhi were talking about some cricket match and trying to make us join in which never happened.
How was I going to see him again?
My phone beeped, and I opened to see a W******p message from Mehak. I hoisted my eyes up to see her, but she didn't look my way but her attention was on the phone.
Opening it, I read it.
Tell me why meeting Dhruv is bothering you?
I messaged back.
He is another designer.
Not a mood to joke
-_-
She didn't reply for some time, but then my phone vibrated.
You need to apologize to him for what you did.
Thanks, Caption obvious, but he is not ready to listen to me.
I was on this period time, where I had realized my mistake and started apologizing to people for it. But talking to Dhruv was tough, he didn't even pay attention to me, spoke rudely and harsh. And he was . . . changed.
Make him. You're Sanchi, you always make people listen to you.
Dhruv is changed. Not my best friend who listen to me.
So are you. You only said a year ago that you want to apologize, now do.
She was always the mature one and persistent with the things.
Wow, I didn't know it was so easy.
Stop being sarcastic.
Stop being dumb.
Huh! If you want to redeem yourself, then say to him.
Redeem myself. That was what I had been trying to do from past one year. To get people forgive me for my mistakes and move on from everything. But asking redemption was tough when I made so many mistakes. Sometimes I guess, you didn't deserve forgiveness for the things you do. And that was worst. Not being good enough for being forgiven.
Before I could say anything to her, my time to go to Studio had come. I bid my friends bye and walked out of the canteen.
Here comes my apology to him.
Well, I didn't mean to see him just as I enter the studio or the room which Piyush had told me to come in. He was standing, his back slightly bend and head leaned towards the table surface with his hand working on a sketchpad and a sketcher held in his hand. I had no idea that he was interested in doing a work like this. His fascination world always was found under the designs of technologies. He would always be in his game room like a lion in his den. Crawling him out was like getting the roots of trees out with our hands. Both of them were a tough job. I would apologize to him and then move on from the past. It was both of our mistakes, but my actions were the one which led to it. Entering in more, I saw Piyush was standing next to Dhruv which I hadn't seen before. His eyes fell o
This boy sketching had been improved. My eyes were probing his designs with an awed look morphing my face. The dress was a long one with a skirt underneath, a long top over which had a cut in the center, starting from the end of the chest and went down. It gave a full view of underneath skirt. But there was something missing in this outfit. I chewed on the back of my pencil whilst thinking about it. What might he have missed while drawing it? But then my mind sidetracked to some other direction, pondering about his hands which were hard but drawn such a design. It was light, filling the lighter and darker spaces at the accurate places. I used to love his artistic hands because they used to be longer, sleek and gripped the pencil in a fluent manner.
I think when you love somebody, you're ready to be whatever they want and for some time you want them to like you. You start behaving according to their wishes, dress the way they like and chose words they would like to hear. Because that was what maybe happening to me. Maybe I was falling in love with Ajay. We had been together for 3 months - longer than any other boyfriend of mine. And maybe this say something about us. We had been together, and now I tried to do the things he might like from me. I knew this red dress would attract him, make him happy because as soon his eyes fall on me, a shocking look wore his face. He opened his mouth but then closed it like a fish. Waving my hand in front of his face, he gulped badly. "You m
It was the twelfth call I had repudiated of Ajay. He needed to stop bothering me, but his mind was a size of a pea to understand anything. I had more things to worry about and pay my attention in. Vexed by it, I put my phone on a silent mode, to not disrupt me while I work. "Again on phone." Piyush gave me a spiked look like it was my fault. But it was my so called boyfriend. I had no idea where we both stood, neither I wanted to think about it. Thinking about it was like giving a tunnel for hurt to come and destroy me. Many bad breakups were already on the list and one more would join soon. I put my phone back to my purse.
"Why behaving like a bitch with her, huh?" "Don't tell me she seduced you to spend a pleasure and painful night." He shook his head in amusement. Wait a second. Was it amusement I saw in his face? "You still don't have a filter in your mouth. She was helping you." I gave him a look on the name of help. He cracked a smile. "Okay, pushing herself on you." "Exactly." Silence fell between us like a heavy cloak. He was standing close to me, so close. I could see the raw skin, stubble covering his half face, hair draped over his forehead, his lips stretched with pink in them like before. Brown eyes were evading looking at me, muscles were stiffened and something was strange about his
"Sanchi, wait." Mom called from behind. Turning, I saw she was standing outside the kitchen, hands on her hips and frown descended on her face. She was going to scold me for going without breakfast again. I slung the purse. "Mom, I'm getting late." But it was a waste of time arguing with her. "I don't want to hear any getting late." She came forward, wearing a traditional blue suit. I had no idea how she carried the weight of it without complaining. "Come and eat. You had been doing this from a week." "But-" She didn't hear any of my protests, as her hand encircled my wrist, stirring me to the dining room. While protesting, I was smiling at her antics. Twenty one years and her habit of pushing me to eat hadn't changed a little. She was the sweetest mom in the world, but sometimes sh
Knocking the third time, and was greeted by silence.Creasing my eyebrow in puzzlement, I thought would it be a good idea to barge in like this? But I had been knocking for a long time - three time - it was a long time. Contending with my inner self, I opened the door and was welcomed by silence again. No one was there. Mrs. Malhotra called me here, and herself faded with winky dust. Groaning, I was about to turn around when I saw a baby sitting on the couch.Ria.Toys were scattered around her and she was silent. I had never met a baby who remains quiet. Babies were noisy, but she wasn't. She was wearing a yellow skirt, her eyes staring at her barbie, small hands trying to grasp it. Walking ahead, I bent down on the floor. Her gaze landed on mine, she blinked rapidly. I felt awkward.
Pushing the glass door, my gaze hunted for a familiar black hair and caramel skin girl, while the smell of heavy caffeine invaded my nostrils and chatter of people made their way to my hearing senses. She was sitting at the back of the cafe. I trudged there and sat with a huff. She gave me a look."You're late." I mumbled a sorry and looked around the cafe. Same as any other. Brown walls, table with chairs and smell of coffee wafting my nose. Dropping my purse and the sketchbook, I leaned back. Mehak took it and started seeing them. It wasn't just mine. It was both of mine and Dhruv.It was that portfolio.Only few designs were there at the present. Some were incomplete, which Piyush he would help us later. He was too busy with his work and other weird activities of his day time.