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.

I wiped my hand against the mouth. "What?""You need to come to my apartment, like right now.""Why?"He paused for a moment. "Why don't I explain everything when you reach? I'll message the address." Without hearing for any reply, he hung up. I stared at it dumbfounded. Who did he think of himself? Prime Minister Modi?In a minute, my phone pinged again, and opening I saw it was the address of his new apartment.Should I go or not? But he said it was something important. Not exactly, but it meant the same thing. I took a once over to my room and settled to go out only. I couldn't stay much longer inside. It gets on my nerves too much. Tearing myself up from the comfort, I went strai

I started doing the sketching, but it was from half heart. I envisioned how Dhruv looked when his heart was shattered, when he discerned all was just a declining memory in his mind. And to see a part of his past always moving with him. Even worse to realize that someone used you for money. I tried to imagine when Dhruv said things to his parents, when he spoke what he wanted. How his face would've been, when he grappled to get some money. How couldn't I notice it before? When he said he already had the past to burn with? When he said I left him alone? Because everyone in his life always left him and then laughed at him. When that night he yelled at me? He always asked in the morning why she played with him and nobody else. And in some way, I too cheated on him. Left him when a two days ago, his dog had died. His best friend. He had only two best friend. Me and him. And we both left him. We left him alone. Everyone just leave him alone, but h

I was slicing a portion when Dhruv mumbled, "you should be like this more." Lifting my gaze up, I stared at him petrified. "Like what?" "Without any makeup. No doubt, makeup makes anyone look better but you look better like this also." I rolled my eyes at his answer. "I've acne marks." Across my cheeks. I had to do makeup to hide them. He didn't say anything else and got back to his phone. Silence filled the table. Awkward silence. "So what are you studying?" It looked like a safe subject to approach. He switched his phone off and placed it back on the table. "BCA." I should have known it. Of course, he would go for something related to computer. He loved it. "What about you?" "Just doing BA. After that NIFT." He smiled knowingly. I had been bragging to him about this since a long time.  Aga

Fifteen minutes was a long time to stay in the car and look at her house. It shouldn't be tough. I just had to open the door, go inside her house and meet her and apologize for everything. For every name I called her, every teasing I did and for that one night.But my hands were sweaty and knots had increased. A heavy bag was on my lap, making it harder for me to move.Dad would be angry if he knew I was near her house. I wasn't allowed to go and visit her. I was restricted. Enough of the damage was done by my hands, and I should leave it be.I gripped the steering wheel.You ruin my whole life.Why did you do this to me?Closing my