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Chapter 21- Finally Home
"I'm home!!!!" Vidya yelled happily to the empty house, twirling and dancing. Gracefully, she dropped to the leather loveseat. "Owwww." She groaned, pulling her shirt up to see bruises. She got up to find all her servants on leave. She grabbed her iPod and began washing dishes. Happily, she cranked the music up and she swayed while lathering plates.
She did ab rolls, a beginners' bellydancing move while listening to Saaki from Musafir. The soreness was slowly numbing. Or maybe her already high threshold for pain was increasing. She stopped fearing both. She skipped to the next song; Shut Up by Black Eyed Peas. She sang both male and female parts. The door clicked open, she didn't hear it. Her voice was mellifluously tuned, and strangely beautiful for a rookie.
Sagar stood outside the kitchen, watching Vidya as the door was ajar. She sang and bounced.
We tryin to take it slow
but we're still losing control
and we're tryin to make it work
but it still ends up the worst
and im crazy
im tryin to be lady
I think im goin crazy
Sagar stood anticipating hearing Vidya rap but she dropped the sponge in the soapy water and began digging it back out.
you yell, I yell everybody yells
we got neighbors across the streets sayin
who da hell, what the hell's goin down
too much of the bickering, killin with the sound
and shut up, just shut up shut up
shut up, just shut up shut up
Sagar noticed, Vidya only sang selected lines of the song. She censored it in her head. Strange, he thought. She sang portions of Fergie's lines better than Fergie herself. She was khanjoos with her singing. She was bored with the song; she busied herself in scrubbing lasagna off a glass pan. Her iPod turned to the next song. It was Zara Zara from Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein. God, talk about random.
Zara zara mahek tha hai
bahek tha hai
aaj to mera tan badan
mein pyaasi hoon
mujhe barle apni bahon mein
Hai meri kasam tujhko sanam
door kahi na jaa
yeh doori kehti hain paas meri aaja re
Yuhi baras baras kaali ghata bares
hum yaar bheeg jaye
iss chaahat ki bearish mein
mere khuli khuli laton ko suljaye
tum apni oongaliyon se
mein to hoon issi kwaish mein
sardhi ki raaton mein
hum sooyen rahe ek chaadar mein
hum dono tanha ho
na koi bhi rahe iss ghar mein
Zara zara mahek tha hai
bahek tha hai
aaj to mera tan badan
mein pyaasi hoon
mujhe barle apni bahon mein
tadhpaye mujhe teri sabi baatein
ek baar ay deewane
jhoota hi sahi
pyar to kar
mein bhooli nahin haseen mulaqatein
bechayn kar ke mujhke
mujhse yun nah pher nazar
roothe na ga mujhse
mere saath piya yeh vaada kar
tere bina
mushkil hai
jeena mera mere dilbar
Sagar was intoxicated with her honey sweet voice, her voice was appealing. Seductive almost. He leaned on the door and fell, not knowing it wasn't the knobbed kind, but the type that swung in and out.
She looked at him as if he had escaped a strait jacket.
"Umm, you sing really well." He said, pulling himself up.
"Thanks. It helps when you can relate to the song." She said, shyly.
"Really?" Sagar asked, hopeful. "Who's the lucky guy?" He anticipated his name.
"Angad Khanna." She said dreamily. Sagar really didn't like Vidya like that, he thought. He just couldn't stand she wasn't in love with him, instead.
"Punk." He spat, under his breath.
"What?" Vidya asked, unplugging her white ear buds.
"I said Angad Khanna is a punk." Vidya was putting dried dishes away. She held a knife and waved it at him passionately, "Bad mouth my man, ONE MORE TIME and see what happens!"
"Your man?" Sagar clenched his mouth shut, in hopes nothing mean coming out. All to no avail. "You wish Vidya. What kind of friend are you anyways, eying your friend's fianc." He repeated the words he had heard her say on the phone. He snapped his hand over his mouth again.
"You were eavesdropping?" She said shocked, she pulled herself out of the shock and smacked him.
"Ow, Violence VIDYA?!" He said rubbing the newfound bump on his head.
"Your friend, my brother is a JACKASS!" Vidya yelled, sitting down.
"What happened?" He asked. Vidya opened up her mouth to tell him but she was sure Mahi would kill her if she somehow leaked the news to Shabd.
"He broke up with Mahi. Why are you here, Sagar?" She asked, changing the subject. Sagar raised his eyebrow.
"Because. You're dumb and you'd probably go running or something in this condition." In this condition, she thought of Mahi.
"That ship has sailed. I already went jogging." Vidya said obviously. Sagar huffed.
"Well…" He didn't feel like arguing. "I'm bored."
"Me too." Vidya said. "Wonder what he's doing…" She sighed dreamily.
"Let's go to your room." Sagar smiled childishly. Vidya raised an eyebrow at him. "Vidya, I'm not going to sexually assault you or something." He said jokingly. He instantly regretted his words. Vidya saw his predicament and pretended not to take notice.
"Of course not. Let's go." She smiled and led him up. Sagar's jaw dropped at her room. It was entirely red with posters of Angad and Linkin Park all plastered all over her walls.
"You're obsessed." Sagar said, disgusted.
"Nope. Just in love." Vidya said happily. She wasn't in love of course, but she loved the way Sagar winced, in pain almost, as soon as he heard Angad's name.
"Love. Hmmph." He huffed.
"Don't be such a hater. Want coffee?" She chirped. He nodded and pranced down the stairs. Sagar called behind her, "Yo! Be careful, take your time." He snooped around, quite sneakily.
He looked in her desk, on her computer, in her documents…nothing. A black thing peaked out from under the black lace pillow. It was a diary. Flipping to the page that fell open, he read:
He doesn't care. He really doesn't. He told me. We were at the poolhouse. Everything was fine. Until the sun sank. Drowned really. Just like we did. When I hit the floor, I knew everything I had ever thought about him was wrong.
Who was this about? Sagar? Harsh? The tragedy of Vidya's life was that she was destined to make the same mistake over and over again. She searched for the good in a person, even if it wasn't there. He read on.
I thought I loved him. Thought? Ha! I did love him. But every mark on my body proved how much I'm worth. He said if I loved him I'd do what he says. I almost did. But reality kicked in when he threw me onto the floor. I didn't move. I couldn't. He laughed and lit his cigarette. He tried to kiss me. I pushed him away, he pressed the lit end of the cigarette against the skin of my neck. I screamed. He said if I was going to scream, I might as well have a reason to. Half of my clothes were gone when Suhani came. I held onto her and cried. When I woke up, I was at home. I thought it was a nightmare, but the burning on my neck told me it wasn't. It's been a week now. I really should let go. Harsh is in jail. For attempted rape. He said I wasn't good enough for anyone else. I haven't been able to stop crying. I don't pity myself but trusting is a whole lot harder now a days.
Sagar stood there, shivering. He turned to a different page.
Teach a stone to love,
and the dumb to speak
I'd finally be heard
I'd teach the cripple to dance
the blind to see,
you might see my worth
if possible to break the chains,
I'd break free and fly
but I still can't forget you
if only I could die
The love died long ago
if it was ever there
all emotion died
when I finally felt the fear
only opened my eyes
when I had let tears flow
the only time you saw me
was when you decided to go
you left without a thought
not even a second glance
never thought I'd say this
but we need a second chance
I miss you and I need you
and I know you always knew
however you are
all I have to look forward to in life, is
only you.
Sagar looked at her picture with disgust. He couldn't believe her. She still felt anything for this insensitive jerk that didn't do anything but hurt her. Wait, but she was friends with him too. He never did anything but hurt her too. He was worse. He intentionally hurt her for his amusement. For Harsh, it was lust. What was his excuse? He had none.
He turned a few pages. A lot of pages. He stopped at mention of his name. He read slowly, dwelling on each word.
Today, I carried on a conversation with the VERY impossible, Sagar Pratap Singh. He's not as shallow as I thought. We talked about sunsets and theology. It was…enlightening? I'm surprised that I ever carried a hatred for him. We called a truce. I hope it lasts. He seems like an okay person. I can't even remember why I disliked him. He's stubborn and self-centered but even I can be sometimes. He can't be a bad person though; no one's a bad person. Right?...Right. Well, I don't think being friends is an option since we are basically VERY DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Well maybe not really, but still. Acquaintances are fine. Lots of things are meant to happen and lots aren't. These are one of the few that aren't.
Well, that was normal. He felt disappointed that the excerpt on him was so brief and pessimistic but he flipped a few pages to find that day.
Well, another not happy ending. I sat and cried though, it was my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at Sagar. Everyone knows of his temper. But I had an excuse. I have my temper too. Why is it that I'm not allowed to be mad? Why doesn't anyone understand I don't like being touched? Why don't they understand that I HATE being touched. There are probably other girls who went through what I did, do they live in the same fear I do? The fear that I'll never be worth anything. I'm told otherwise but what else would explain it? That I'm not worth loving. I'm not even worth liking. I'm worth being cheated on. I deserved it. I usually hate self-pity but today…I'll make the exception. I wanted to talk to Mahi but I couldn't. I tried calling Hani or Nihu. But I didn't. They're happy. I don't want to ruin it.
Well, one thing is clear. Physical affection is not meant for me. One time it was Harsh and I never let him and the other time it was Sagar. It was depressing to think that THAT was my first kiss. That harsh, violent kiss was it. In anger, in vengeance for Sagar it was nothing but to me…? In the end, I was the one with the bleeding lips and broken spirit. I had become strangely attracted to Sagar in the past days. I mean how could I not…I spent nearly every day with him. Really, its not my sore heart or my bleeding body that hurt the most. What hurt the most was that this was SAGAR telling me my real worth. My friend, Sagar.
When Harsh had said it, it was in anger. When Ali had cheated it was coincidence. When Sagar said it was confirmation. Three strikes. I'm giving up now. Sometimes, I wish I could undo myself out of everyone's life and paste my presence into a different world. But there's no Heaven or Hell…perhaps.
It's all here.
Sagar held his breath, reading the entry. The day where he had beat her; she had thought he was right. She thought she was wrong. Vidya thought she was wrong…it registered into his mind. Vidya wasn't the confident, proud girl everyone knew. In fact, she was a broken, soft-hearted sensitive person who had too much disappointment in her life. She was weak. She couldn't take any more than life had already given her.
She deserved better, he resolved. He would find her better, if it was necessary but Vidya needed someone to love her. He heard her footsteps approaching the door that stood, ajar. He shoved the diary back under the pillow.
"Coffee. With two spoons cream and one spoon sugar, just like you like it." Vidya chirped. She handed him the mug and he sipped reluctantly. It really was how he liked it. When had he told her how he liked his coffee? How did she like her coffee? Sagar never paid attention to such detail.
She sipped her mug. Its liquid was a different color, he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't drink coffee. I drink tea. Its green tea." She smiled. They sat on the bed, sipping their mugs quietly.
"Vidya." Sagar broke the silence. She turned, smiling. She smiled a lot, she looked at him expectantly. He piled words in his head. "You know I'm really glad you're better now." Sagar sighed.
"Yeah. I know." She said, staring into her tea.
"I'm so—" Sagar started and Vidya turned and said, "I forgive you. I said forget about it. It was my fault. So just…." Her voice shrunk.
"It was NOT your fault. I was out of line to touch you, even though I was joking…I should've known." He said, apologizing.
"If you say sorry again. I'm never talking to you again." Vidya laughed.
"Gladly." Sagar laughed back. Vidya stopped laughing. "I'm really sorry I'm so…" She paused thoughtfully, "dumb. And impossible to put up with. You were right. I'm not sure how you tolerated me all this time either." Sagar thought the day he took her to the hospital and how she was always quoting his words. Did she really take his words so seriously?
"Vidya listen." Sagar stopped as she moved her eyes onto his face. She was listening. "I'm an IDIOT. Stop listening to me. I don't make any sense to myself. I can't expect you to understand. Just…chill." He said. She nodded, looking down. She felt small, she looked small too.
"You're not an idiot." She defended him again. She was always doing that. "I'm going to listen to you…" forever? No, no of course not. "No matter what you say. Whenever you'll ever need anyone to talk to, I'll always be here for you."
"I think we should talk about something else." Sagar groaned. Vidya's face lit up. "Let's talk about Angad." She chirped. How about we not? Sagar thought. He rolled his eyes and said, "Fine."
"Well, I was thinking…" Vidya started. "We could cancel Busch Gardens. Or you could just take your passes back."
"What? Why?" He asked, confused.
"You know Mahi and Shabd aren't exactly…together?" And Mahi is in no condition to go anyways.
"Sh**, you're right. They should work things out. What happened anyways?" Sagar asked, turning to her. She gulped.
"Promise not to tell Shabd?" She asked. He nodded. "Pinky promise?" Vidya asked, childishly. Defeated, Sagar put his pinky out.
"Mahi's pregnant." Vidya said sighing.
"WHAT?! No Vidya, seriously. What happened?" Sagar asked laughing, Vidya's eyes grew large as did Sagar's in epiphany. "You're serious? And Shabd knows? And he just…he just…he just…left her?!" She nodded.
"But he doesn't know she's sure. He broke up with her when she mentioned she MIGHT be. Now it's confirmed. I've never seen Mahi in worse a condition than now. She says she doesn't need Shabd."
"Well she most certainly does." Sagar stated, "I haven't talked to Shabd in like 4 days. I should call him." Sagar resolved.
"No use. He's at Mahi's….arguing." She sighed.
"Well, we should wait it out then." Sagar said. "Vidya, can I ask something personal?" She nodded. "Do you really like this Angad dude? I mean like seriously?" He asked, reluctantly.
She smirked and said, "Look around Sagar, what do you think?" Sagar looked around to see hundreds of Angad posters stare back at him.
"Never mind." He said, sounding stupid. She smiled knowingly, "Any reason you ask?"
Sagar paused. "Uh. No reason. Any guy you get serious with should be worthwhile. You deserve nothing less than the best."
"Hmm." She mumbled staring into her lap. She sounded unbelieving, almost sarcastic.
"Seriously." He said, cradling her face. Why was he holding her? He stared into her eyes. She gazed back. His hand moved over hers. She felt electricity in her hand. She snapped out of her trance, she was left to see an enamored Sagar. Her eyes pleaded, Please let go. He took no heed. She fell back into the trance. They sat, staring for a few minutes. Both motionless.
Vidya had to stop, she wasn't breathing. She got up uncomfortably and began to leave. Sagar caught hold of her hand. "Stop. It's getting late. I should get going." Sagar said, lightly seating her back onto the bed. He kissed her forehead and left. Vidya looked out of her door, puzzled.
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"I'm home!!!!" Vidya yelled happily to the empty house, twirling and dancing. Gracefully, she dropped to the leather loveseat. "Owwww." She groaned, pulling her shirt up to see bruises. She got up to find all her servants on leave. She grabbed her iPod and began washing dishes. Happily, she cranked the music up and she swayed while lathering plates.
She did ab rolls, a beginners' bellydancing move while listening to Saaki from Musafir. The soreness was slowly numbing. Or maybe her already high threshold for pain was increasing. She stopped fearing both. She skipped to the next song; Shut Up by Black Eyed Peas. She sang both male and female parts. The door clicked open, she didn't hear it. Her voice was mellifluously tuned, and strangely beautiful for a rookie.
Sagar stood outside the kitchen, watching Vidya as the door was ajar. She sang and bounced.
We tryin to take it slow
but we're still losing control
and we're tryin to make it work
but it still ends up the worst
and im crazy
im tryin to be lady
I think im goin crazy
Sagar stood anticipating hearing Vidya rap but she dropped the sponge in the soapy water and began digging it back out.
you yell, I yell everybody yells
we got neighbors across the streets sayin
who da hell, what the hell's goin down
too much of the bickering, killin with the sound
and shut up, just shut up shut up
shut up, just shut up shut up
Sagar noticed, Vidya only sang selected lines of the song. She censored it in her head. Strange, he thought. She sang portions of Fergie's lines better than Fergie herself. She was khanjoos with her singing. She was bored with the song; she busied herself in scrubbing lasagna off a glass pan. Her iPod turned to the next song. It was Zara Zara from Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein. God, talk about random.
Zara zara mahek tha hai
bahek tha hai
aaj to mera tan badan
mein pyaasi hoon
mujhe barle apni bahon mein
Hai meri kasam tujhko sanam
door kahi na jaa
yeh doori kehti hain paas meri aaja re
Yuhi baras baras kaali ghata bares
hum yaar bheeg jaye
iss chaahat ki bearish mein
mere khuli khuli laton ko suljaye
tum apni oongaliyon se
mein to hoon issi kwaish mein
sardhi ki raaton mein
hum sooyen rahe ek chaadar mein
hum dono tanha ho
na koi bhi rahe iss ghar mein
Zara zara mahek tha hai
bahek tha hai
aaj to mera tan badan
mein pyaasi hoon
mujhe barle apni bahon mein
tadhpaye mujhe teri sabi baatein
ek baar ay deewane
jhoota hi sahi
pyar to kar
mein bhooli nahin haseen mulaqatein
bechayn kar ke mujhke
mujhse yun nah pher nazar
roothe na ga mujhse
mere saath piya yeh vaada kar
tere bina
mushkil hai
jeena mera mere dilbar
Sagar was intoxicated with her honey sweet voice, her voice was appealing. Seductive almost. He leaned on the door and fell, not knowing it wasn't the knobbed kind, but the type that swung in and out.
She looked at him as if he had escaped a strait jacket.
"Umm, you sing really well." He said, pulling himself up.
"Thanks. It helps when you can relate to the song." She said, shyly.
"Really?" Sagar asked, hopeful. "Who's the lucky guy?" He anticipated his name.
"Angad Khanna." She said dreamily. Sagar really didn't like Vidya like that, he thought. He just couldn't stand she wasn't in love with him, instead.
"Punk." He spat, under his breath.
"What?" Vidya asked, unplugging her white ear buds.
"I said Angad Khanna is a punk." Vidya was putting dried dishes away. She held a knife and waved it at him passionately, "Bad mouth my man, ONE MORE TIME and see what happens!"
"Your man?" Sagar clenched his mouth shut, in hopes nothing mean coming out. All to no avail. "You wish Vidya. What kind of friend are you anyways, eying your friend's fianc." He repeated the words he had heard her say on the phone. He snapped his hand over his mouth again.
"You were eavesdropping?" She said shocked, she pulled herself out of the shock and smacked him.
"Ow, Violence VIDYA?!" He said rubbing the newfound bump on his head.
"Your friend, my brother is a JACKASS!" Vidya yelled, sitting down.
"What happened?" He asked. Vidya opened up her mouth to tell him but she was sure Mahi would kill her if she somehow leaked the news to Shabd.
"He broke up with Mahi. Why are you here, Sagar?" She asked, changing the subject. Sagar raised his eyebrow.
"Because. You're dumb and you'd probably go running or something in this condition." In this condition, she thought of Mahi.
"That ship has sailed. I already went jogging." Vidya said obviously. Sagar huffed.
"Well…" He didn't feel like arguing. "I'm bored."
"Me too." Vidya said. "Wonder what he's doing…" She sighed dreamily.
"Let's go to your room." Sagar smiled childishly. Vidya raised an eyebrow at him. "Vidya, I'm not going to sexually assault you or something." He said jokingly. He instantly regretted his words. Vidya saw his predicament and pretended not to take notice.
"Of course not. Let's go." She smiled and led him up. Sagar's jaw dropped at her room. It was entirely red with posters of Angad and Linkin Park all plastered all over her walls.
"You're obsessed." Sagar said, disgusted.
"Nope. Just in love." Vidya said happily. She wasn't in love of course, but she loved the way Sagar winced, in pain almost, as soon as he heard Angad's name.
"Love. Hmmph." He huffed.
"Don't be such a hater. Want coffee?" She chirped. He nodded and pranced down the stairs. Sagar called behind her, "Yo! Be careful, take your time." He snooped around, quite sneakily.
He looked in her desk, on her computer, in her documents…nothing. A black thing peaked out from under the black lace pillow. It was a diary. Flipping to the page that fell open, he read:
He doesn't care. He really doesn't. He told me. We were at the poolhouse. Everything was fine. Until the sun sank. Drowned really. Just like we did. When I hit the floor, I knew everything I had ever thought about him was wrong.
Who was this about? Sagar? Harsh? The tragedy of Vidya's life was that she was destined to make the same mistake over and over again. She searched for the good in a person, even if it wasn't there. He read on.
I thought I loved him. Thought? Ha! I did love him. But every mark on my body proved how much I'm worth. He said if I loved him I'd do what he says. I almost did. But reality kicked in when he threw me onto the floor. I didn't move. I couldn't. He laughed and lit his cigarette. He tried to kiss me. I pushed him away, he pressed the lit end of the cigarette against the skin of my neck. I screamed. He said if I was going to scream, I might as well have a reason to. Half of my clothes were gone when Suhani came. I held onto her and cried. When I woke up, I was at home. I thought it was a nightmare, but the burning on my neck told me it wasn't. It's been a week now. I really should let go. Harsh is in jail. For attempted rape. He said I wasn't good enough for anyone else. I haven't been able to stop crying. I don't pity myself but trusting is a whole lot harder now a days.
Sagar stood there, shivering. He turned to a different page.
Teach a stone to love,
and the dumb to speak
I'd finally be heard
I'd teach the cripple to dance
the blind to see,
you might see my worth
if possible to break the chains,
I'd break free and fly
but I still can't forget you
if only I could die
The love died long ago
if it was ever there
all emotion died
when I finally felt the fear
only opened my eyes
when I had let tears flow
the only time you saw me
was when you decided to go
you left without a thought
not even a second glance
never thought I'd say this
but we need a second chance
I miss you and I need you
and I know you always knew
however you are
all I have to look forward to in life, is
only you.
Sagar looked at her picture with disgust. He couldn't believe her. She still felt anything for this insensitive jerk that didn't do anything but hurt her. Wait, but she was friends with him too. He never did anything but hurt her too. He was worse. He intentionally hurt her for his amusement. For Harsh, it was lust. What was his excuse? He had none.
He turned a few pages. A lot of pages. He stopped at mention of his name. He read slowly, dwelling on each word.
Today, I carried on a conversation with the VERY impossible, Sagar Pratap Singh. He's not as shallow as I thought. We talked about sunsets and theology. It was…enlightening? I'm surprised that I ever carried a hatred for him. We called a truce. I hope it lasts. He seems like an okay person. I can't even remember why I disliked him. He's stubborn and self-centered but even I can be sometimes. He can't be a bad person though; no one's a bad person. Right?...Right. Well, I don't think being friends is an option since we are basically VERY DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Well maybe not really, but still. Acquaintances are fine. Lots of things are meant to happen and lots aren't. These are one of the few that aren't.
Well, that was normal. He felt disappointed that the excerpt on him was so brief and pessimistic but he flipped a few pages to find that day.
Well, another not happy ending. I sat and cried though, it was my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at Sagar. Everyone knows of his temper. But I had an excuse. I have my temper too. Why is it that I'm not allowed to be mad? Why doesn't anyone understand I don't like being touched? Why don't they understand that I HATE being touched. There are probably other girls who went through what I did, do they live in the same fear I do? The fear that I'll never be worth anything. I'm told otherwise but what else would explain it? That I'm not worth loving. I'm not even worth liking. I'm worth being cheated on. I deserved it. I usually hate self-pity but today…I'll make the exception. I wanted to talk to Mahi but I couldn't. I tried calling Hani or Nihu. But I didn't. They're happy. I don't want to ruin it.
Well, one thing is clear. Physical affection is not meant for me. One time it was Harsh and I never let him and the other time it was Sagar. It was depressing to think that THAT was my first kiss. That harsh, violent kiss was it. In anger, in vengeance for Sagar it was nothing but to me…? In the end, I was the one with the bleeding lips and broken spirit. I had become strangely attracted to Sagar in the past days. I mean how could I not…I spent nearly every day with him. Really, its not my sore heart or my bleeding body that hurt the most. What hurt the most was that this was SAGAR telling me my real worth. My friend, Sagar.
When Harsh had said it, it was in anger. When Ali had cheated it was coincidence. When Sagar said it was confirmation. Three strikes. I'm giving up now. Sometimes, I wish I could undo myself out of everyone's life and paste my presence into a different world. But there's no Heaven or Hell…perhaps.
It's all here.
Sagar held his breath, reading the entry. The day where he had beat her; she had thought he was right. She thought she was wrong. Vidya thought she was wrong…it registered into his mind. Vidya wasn't the confident, proud girl everyone knew. In fact, she was a broken, soft-hearted sensitive person who had too much disappointment in her life. She was weak. She couldn't take any more than life had already given her.
She deserved better, he resolved. He would find her better, if it was necessary but Vidya needed someone to love her. He heard her footsteps approaching the door that stood, ajar. He shoved the diary back under the pillow.
"Coffee. With two spoons cream and one spoon sugar, just like you like it." Vidya chirped. She handed him the mug and he sipped reluctantly. It really was how he liked it. When had he told her how he liked his coffee? How did she like her coffee? Sagar never paid attention to such detail.
She sipped her mug. Its liquid was a different color, he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't drink coffee. I drink tea. Its green tea." She smiled. They sat on the bed, sipping their mugs quietly.
"Vidya." Sagar broke the silence. She turned, smiling. She smiled a lot, she looked at him expectantly. He piled words in his head. "You know I'm really glad you're better now." Sagar sighed.
"Yeah. I know." She said, staring into her tea.
"I'm so—" Sagar started and Vidya turned and said, "I forgive you. I said forget about it. It was my fault. So just…." Her voice shrunk.
"It was NOT your fault. I was out of line to touch you, even though I was joking…I should've known." He said, apologizing.
"If you say sorry again. I'm never talking to you again." Vidya laughed.
"Gladly." Sagar laughed back. Vidya stopped laughing. "I'm really sorry I'm so…" She paused thoughtfully, "dumb. And impossible to put up with. You were right. I'm not sure how you tolerated me all this time either." Sagar thought the day he took her to the hospital and how she was always quoting his words. Did she really take his words so seriously?
"Vidya listen." Sagar stopped as she moved her eyes onto his face. She was listening. "I'm an IDIOT. Stop listening to me. I don't make any sense to myself. I can't expect you to understand. Just…chill." He said. She nodded, looking down. She felt small, she looked small too.
"You're not an idiot." She defended him again. She was always doing that. "I'm going to listen to you…" forever? No, no of course not. "No matter what you say. Whenever you'll ever need anyone to talk to, I'll always be here for you."
"I think we should talk about something else." Sagar groaned. Vidya's face lit up. "Let's talk about Angad." She chirped. How about we not? Sagar thought. He rolled his eyes and said, "Fine."
"Well, I was thinking…" Vidya started. "We could cancel Busch Gardens. Or you could just take your passes back."
"What? Why?" He asked, confused.
"You know Mahi and Shabd aren't exactly…together?" And Mahi is in no condition to go anyways.
"Sh**, you're right. They should work things out. What happened anyways?" Sagar asked, turning to her. She gulped.
"Promise not to tell Shabd?" She asked. He nodded. "Pinky promise?" Vidya asked, childishly. Defeated, Sagar put his pinky out.
"Mahi's pregnant." Vidya said sighing.
"WHAT?! No Vidya, seriously. What happened?" Sagar asked laughing, Vidya's eyes grew large as did Sagar's in epiphany. "You're serious? And Shabd knows? And he just…he just…he just…left her?!" She nodded.
"But he doesn't know she's sure. He broke up with her when she mentioned she MIGHT be. Now it's confirmed. I've never seen Mahi in worse a condition than now. She says she doesn't need Shabd."
"Well she most certainly does." Sagar stated, "I haven't talked to Shabd in like 4 days. I should call him." Sagar resolved.
"No use. He's at Mahi's….arguing." She sighed.
"Well, we should wait it out then." Sagar said. "Vidya, can I ask something personal?" She nodded. "Do you really like this Angad dude? I mean like seriously?" He asked, reluctantly.
She smirked and said, "Look around Sagar, what do you think?" Sagar looked around to see hundreds of Angad posters stare back at him.
"Never mind." He said, sounding stupid. She smiled knowingly, "Any reason you ask?"
Sagar paused. "Uh. No reason. Any guy you get serious with should be worthwhile. You deserve nothing less than the best."
"Hmm." She mumbled staring into her lap. She sounded unbelieving, almost sarcastic.
"Seriously." He said, cradling her face. Why was he holding her? He stared into her eyes. She gazed back. His hand moved over hers. She felt electricity in her hand. She snapped out of her trance, she was left to see an enamored Sagar. Her eyes pleaded, Please let go. He took no heed. She fell back into the trance. They sat, staring for a few minutes. Both motionless.
Vidya had to stop, she wasn't breathing. She got up uncomfortably and began to leave. Sagar caught hold of her hand. "Stop. It's getting late. I should get going." Sagar said, lightly seating her back onto the bed. He kissed her forehead and left. Vidya looked out of her door, puzzled.
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