Tears pooled in Sarita's eyes and when she tried to blink them away, they streamed down her cheeks. She angrily wiped them away, glaring daggers at Vikrant."Will you get off your stupid high horse?!" She yelled at him. "How can you say that to me? You really think I'm as shallow as your friends? You're the one with the shallow mind if you think that."Vikrant's gaze softened and he suddenly felt like beating himself up for making her cry. He walked up to her and tried to pull her into his embrace but she pushed him away."Don't touch me!" She spat. "Do you think you're the only one with feelings? You knew what I meant but you made me say it anyway and you mocked me first!""I'm sorry." He apologised. "I'm really sorry Anu.""Sorry for yourself." She sniffled. "Jackass."He tried again, gently this time and she let him. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair, feeling like his heart wanted to burst out of his chest from happiness but he didn't want to jump into conclusions

Vikrant leaned against his car in the parking lot in school with his headphones on, listening to music while waiting for Sarita's arrival. He'd wanted to pick her up this morning himself instead of her riding the bus, but he figured she wouldn't like it and he didn't want to put her on the spot since she probably hadn't told her parents. He'd gotten a surprise call from Kaly who'd berated him for his confession to Sarita first, then proceeded to thank him for finally opening up about his feelings for her best friend and then went on to profusely apologize for hurting him all those years ago, calling herself immature and stupid - laid on thick with her tears and he'd had no choice but to fully forgive her and forget.It'd take a while for them to get back into the hang of things but he was sure he could give her a second chance just as Sarita had always wanted. A pair of Christian Louboutin ankle boots came into his line of sight and he started from the shoes, travelled up to the legs

Sarita was surprised to find her mother standing in the hallway when she walked into the house three hours later than she usually arrived. She'd had this feeling that the incident would cause her to lose the little freedom her father had given her - going out with friends, watching the football and basketball games... having a boyfriend (though she didn't plan on letting him know about that) - so she'd gone out with Vikrant to the beach. She didn't like the expression on her mother's face. It was a mixture of fear, disbelief and then resignation. She opened her mouth to ask her mother what the matter was but her father's appearance behind Priya made her clamp her mouth shut. "It's six pm." Jevan Madhav spoke up. "Three hours later than the usual time your school closes." "I... I was with Kaly." She muttered. "Doing what? Why didn't you call to say you'd be late?" "I ran out of call credits." "I see." Her father nodded. "And it didn't occur to you to use Kaly's phone to call? Do

"What's wrong, son?" Rohan asked Vikrant as he kept playing with his food. Amalia and the twins were discharged today and he'd brought them home which Vikrant had been happy about a few hours ago but his mood suddenly changed after the twins went to sleep and that worried Rohan."Can I talk to you after dinner, dad?" He asked. "It's important.""Sure." Rohan nodded."The food is really delicious but I can't eat anymore." Amalia smiled apologetically. "The cook won't be upset, right?""No, she won't." Rohan assured her. "Thank you for the meal." She said."You don't have to thank me. You're free to do whatever the hell you want here." He told her. "It's your house too."Tears pooled in her eyes and a single tear dropped, making her laugh shortly and wipe it away."I'm such a crybaby nowadays." She muttered."Like I said, you're free to do anything you want." He grinned at her.Amalia nodded and smiled back at him. She knew she had hearts in her eyes whenever she looked at him but she

Two weeks later Sarita checked her phone for any message from Vikrant for the billionth time that day but her screen remained blank. She wanted to reach out to him first but she was scared that her father would know because she didn't know who'd gone behind her back to send those photos of her and Vikrant to her father.The prime suspect would have been Divya if she'd not stabbed her and sent her to the hospital. Raj was envious of Vikrant but she didn't want to believe that he'd stoop so low to do something like that. Even though she didn't like him very much, she wanted to feel that he still had some goodness left in him."How did the person even get my father's number anyway?" She wondered, a puzzled frown on her face. It would probably remain a mystery to her, unless someone magically found an answer for her. Maybe, Mayank would know."Sarita."She turned around to look at Raj. They were finally done with their midterm exam and everyone was waiting for the final bell to ring so t