She walked over to him in her black skirt and top and plopped down on the floor next to him. She opened her homework diary and Maan skimmed through "Hmm...We'll start with English" and they preceded their daily routine.
She lay on the floor with her books sprawled in front of her. But they were not her object of interest. She stared at him, sitting on the windowsill with a book in his hand. Her pink little tongue sticking out at the corner. A habit of hers when she concentrates with severe focus. Her head was tilted at a slight angle, resting in her palms. "Geet"
He walked over to her when she wasn't responding. "Geet!!" he called her names a few more times but there was still no reaction from. He crouched down next to her and screamed loudly in her ears.
"What the flip?!" She pushed him with all her might and he toppled over on to the floor.
"Why did you just scream in my ear?"
"You weren't responding, not my fault"
"I'm going to tell Tara"
"Oh no you don't!"
He ran to the door as fast as he could and locked the door. "You can't do anything now" he stuck out his tongue and watched her pout. She was such a baby. Yet he couldn't stop grinning. She stomped over to him and kicked him, hard. In his sensitive spot.
"You did not just kick my shin!"
"But I did"
He pounced on her, knocking her onto the ground. And he began his torture, tickling her till she cried for mercy.
***
He saw her crying on her bed, all he lights turned off and the curtains drawn. It was already noon which was unusual as she was a very early riser. "Geet" he crooned softly, trying not to startle her. She lifted her face out from her pillow "Get out you cow!" she was a mess, her hair unkempt and messy. He eyes were swollen , and her nose red. "You okay Neko?" He called her Neko because she was as feisty as a cat, and he had scratch marks all over to prove it. He dodged a hurling pillow "Okay, okay, I get it."
This was all he needed. An angry Geet to finish his perfect week. It was his first week as a freshman and it was not easy. With pile load of homework and stress on his plate, he thought he would relax and vent it out to his best friend Geet. Looks like she had other plans.
He crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her, pulling her small frame towards him. He embraced her in a completely platonic manner and smoothed her hair. "Are you going to tell me why you're wailing like a banshee, or should I call your Aunt?" This startled Geet and she abruptly looked up "NO!...Fine I'll tell you" she sighed. "But you promise not to tell a soul okay?" He put his hand on his heart "I cross my heart" She leaned in towards his ear and whispered what she dreamt of last night. His eyes nearly popped out his ears as he continued listening to her story. At the end, he was feeling extremely nervous. And hot. He sat up and pulled her with him. "So?" questioned Geet. "So, what?", "Dude! You're supposed to be helping me here, I'm in such a dilemma" He was speechless. Maan Singh Khurana was speechless.
"Look Geet" he started off, not quite sure how to take it "Umm...Geet...uhh...it's completely natural...it happens to everybody" She looked at him, her eyes penetrating him, making him extremely uneasy. She contemplated on what he just told her and after a moment of silence she spoke.
"So everybody gets such dreams?"
"Umm...yes Geet, it's nothing to worry about or be ashamed of. It's natural"
"So you got them to?"
"Uh, I guess I did"
"Do you still get them?"
"Neko! What are you? An eleven year old girl or some cop? Stop questioning me"
She could feel his irritation and stopped inquiring him. "Fine!" She turned her back to him and huffed. After minutes of awkward silence he spoke up. "Neko?", "Hmm?" she replied. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, since when have you asked for permission? And even if I say no, it's not like you're going to refrain from asking me".
"Why were you crying though, it's nothing too serious"
"I don't know for sure, I felt guilty I suppose."
"Guilty?"
"Yeah, I felt ashamed. Dirty. I have common sense Maan, I'm not as naive as you think. I know such things aren't good, they aren't pure. I felt impure Maan, tainted. Aunt says God can hear what we hear, He can see what see. What if he saw my dreams? I'm sure to go to hell Maan, I'm going to rot in hell" He walked over to her and pulled her into a slight side hug. "You aren't going to hell Neko, I won't let you. You'll be in heaven with the angels were you rightfully belong.
"One more question Neko,"
"Hmm?"
Who was the dream about?"
***
You know, Friend? We have shared so many moments together, moments I'll never forget. Every moment we have spent together are tattooed permanently in my memory. I doubt he remembers though. He hardly spends time with me anymore; he's too busy with his college friends. I don't know how or when we grew apart, we sort of just drifted away. We do meet though, very often. But it's not the same as it was before. He doesn't share things with me as he used to and he doesn't care enough to find out how I am. We meet every Sunday for a dinner though; my Aunt and Tara are close friends. However he's always on his phones, texting, sexting and social networking.
I once found his phone and could not help looking through it. It wasn't my fault I swear! It was the devil and my curiosity tempting me. I contemplated whether I should look or not. I knew it was wrong. Alas, my conscious did not win this war! And before I knew it, his phone was in my hands, scrolling through his texts. I nearly dropped the phone out of both disgust and shock, but I didn't. Some part of me held onto it and scrolled down. I felt bile rising up my through but I swallowed it down. The door opened, instantly I dropped the phone. "Ushas?" I was caught red handing, or so I thought. "Have you seen my phone?" she let out a sigh in relief "Uhh...no" "Oh okay..." He turned to leave but stopped in his tracks and turned around. "There it is!" Walking over to the phone he, crouched down and picked it up. "f**king hell!" I felt his temper rising and turned to scurry out to escape his wrath. "Ushas!" He grabbed my wrist in an iron grip and turned me around to face him. I crashed into his hard form. I dared not lift my gaze lest I melt by his heated gaze. "Did you look through my messages?" his voice was eerily calm. And this scared me more than his wrath ever could. I could feel the heat of his body; he lifted his left hand and gripped my waist. I let out a gasp of pain and shock.
"Did you, or did you not look through my messages?" Gradually his voice was rising, and his grasp tightening. "I asked you a question Ushas!" he finally blew. I knew it was a bad idea to disobey him, to not answer him but my words were stuck in my throat. I gulped down a lump, and I felt tears blur my vision. He clasped my jaws in his hand and forced me to look into his eyes " I'll take that as a yes Ushas. How dare you look through my things?" Tears spilled down my cheeks, my mascara running a long with it.
"I'm so-"
"Shut the f**k up Geet!" he pushed me away and I stumbled onto my bed. "Bloody hell!" he swore and left.
He hasn't spoken to me in a month. The silence isn't endurable. It haunts me. Every second. Our Sunday dinners are even more awkward than before and whenever we cross paths he conveniently ignores me
I've decided this Saturday, I'll confront him. Whether he reciprocates my feelings or not, he'll always be my best friend. I can't stand his anger, his ignorance towards me. Each and every second is sheer anguish
I've to go to school now; I promise I'll write to you again soon. Wish me the best of luck with Maan, I hope he accepts my apology!
Love from,
Your friend, Ushas
A/N: Hope you guys liked it. It was quite LONG for me, I rarely write such long chapters. I know it's very amateur-ish, but I'm trying my best. I've decided to write random pieces everyday for practice. I've gone back to the basics like describing scenery LOL
Notice how I wrote soccer instead LOL me is learning American.
Love Friendship Dating and Relationships
Suggestions / Comments
20