What was she doing here? That's the first thought entered. She shouldn't be here. She should be somewhere else, not here.  But I should be the one who should leave her alone. All she wanted was a normal life and I ruined it. I ruined all her life by teasing over the fact which wasn't her mistake. She couldn't control that part of her life. What type of human do that to another type of human? Who push another person to a level they decide to suicide? She was going to kill you. She didn't have an intention of killing me or maybe she did. For rescuing myself, I had pushed her but I didn't know she would fall down. I didn't know it at all. When she was taken to hospital, doctors informed she would live but couldn't be able to walk again. Her legs were disabled, killing her hockey career.  "Sanchi, you okay the

Sometimes you do things you aren't proud of. Things you allowed before but then after it happens, you start regretting because you had the other choice and you could choose that choice. You could have changed so many things by choosing something else. That was how I felt right now. Who sleeps with their best friend after a fight? Who says them don't stop when they ask you to stop them? Who gives approval when they ask again and again if you were sure?  I cover my face with my hands, trying to reserve the shame. It shouldn't have happened. What had I done?  His arm felt like a heavy crushing weight around my waist. I didn't even turn to look at his face when I woke up. It was early morning. Last night shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let him kiss me, then undress me and then take me to his bed.

Things were becoming messy in my life. I hated messy. I liked things sorted out and clear. I was avoiding Dhruv as best as I could. Whenever I saw him approaching me in the studio, I would turn my attention to something else. If he would try to trap me to talk with him, I would step on his foot and run away. He wouldn't understand the feelings coursing through me. He wouldn't. He himself said what we did was a mistake. Just a plain mistake. We both were trying to move on from other person and found a way to his bed. Not only this, things between Abhi and Mehak were worsening. Two days ago I got a call from his phone to pick him up from the club. When I went there, he was sitting outside with a bottle of bear in his hand and total drunk in his mind. He didn't move for some minutes and I had joined him on the floor, bathing in the same feeling of love and pain. He had given me a stare and then looked a

His lips raised from the tips and he stood up. Gripping the handle of the purse, I stood up and brushed my ripped jeans with my right hand. Technically, I was avoiding looking at him. "What are you doing here?" "I could ask the same question." His eyes diverted to the back and frowned. "You see a psychiatrist?" Was he judging me? I could lie but I was tired of speaking lies. If he was here, he too might be seeing one. "If you're here it means you see one too." He shrugged his shoulders in reply. I hadn't met him after Roka Ceremony night. Things were cool between us after that night and no longer I felt any remorse on being rejected by him. I was happy. He loved someone else and being with me would have been a disaster. He walked to the coffee machine, placed beside a beige couch. Taking two plastic cups, he started filling them. "I was o

"This is going to leave a bruise." Cotton touched my swollen cheek. Sukriti slapped my cheek too hard. I felt lighter now like some of the weight was taken out of my shoulders. Ria was on the floor clapping and playing with her toys. Sometimes I think she was just a newborn. So small and delicate. But then I realize I knew nothing about babies. I never had mine. Wow. Just stop there. I didn't know where the track of my brain was going today. My eyes were ducked away from him, refusing to meet his alluring gaze. His hand on my arm was burning, flaming me with need and ache for more. I needed more because I knew what was more now.