Story (1) - If only he knew [Completed]

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swapna.p

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Posted: 7 years ago

#31

Nice update..

Feeling sad for geet..

Waiting for next update..

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Twenty1st

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Posted: 7 years ago

#32

Hey Bing,

I've noticed Web of Love is removed from here and also the blog,

do let me know when you post 😃

and yes will read this once too, soonish

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ChandlerBing

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Posted: 7 years ago

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Chapter Six

Binge eating is hard when you're staying at home.

Especially when you've a brother like Vicky.

He constantly sounded like I'm snatching and eating food sent to half of Africa's malnutritioned children.

"How much more would you eat?" He would ask me.

"And most importantly where do all those calories go?" He would ask taking my skinny arm in his hand and checking for the disappearing fat.

He wouldn't even let me nurse my heartbreak in peace.

For him, I'm just an over eating skinny girl who happens to be his sister.

And Maan...that guy has the nerve to come home like nothing happened.

For the first time in forever, I started disliking that there are summer holidays.

Maybe if he were away, things would have been simple. Maybe if he isn't coming for Vicky often, if he hadn't been giving me a warm smile Everytime he sees me, things would have been easier.

For him, I would look like the usual harebrained girl, who would skip the steps with headphones on, who would change the course of where she's going the moment our eyes meet.

He might not notice that I, who camped before TV earlier, with life long snacks supply next to me, who would be the consistent embarrassment when Vicky's friends were around because I never parted from my remote, now simply left the moment they both entered the living room.

But then again, why would he notice any such things? And even if he did, would it matter?

To be fair, it wasn't his fault if he got back with his ex. In his world, he wasn't making a mistake, although in my world, it had caused a huge heartbreak.

I might look fine at the outset, but I know how much I hated waking up to the view of him and Vicky playing shuttle in the garden. How much I hated just staying there, lying low, my face resting on the cushions as I let the view sink in.

It didn't help that he always faced my window. He would laugh at how passionately Vicky is trying to cheat, he would not miss a single shot, he would tease Vicky, taking advantage of his height, making Vicky run amuck in the court.

And sometimes, he would just have his eyes switch to the window in the first floor, and have the curtains close to a shut right at the moment.

Surely, his life hasn't undergone any major changes. Surely, he would have been very happy where I'm sitting here, bailing on yet another party at the relatives lying about a pounding headache as I binge eat chips in my bed.

I was fisting the chips packet, making them crumble in my fist when I hear the door bell ring.

I jump down my bed with a groan and check out my reflection.

A Snoopy t-shirt and pink shorts, my hair partitioned in the middle and braided, and my godforsaken black rimmed heavy reading glasses sitting snugly on my nose, I'm the brand ambassador of awkward teenagers.

I sighed. The last time I tried a summer dress, we all know how it ended.

Slipping the flip flops on, I go downstairs and open the door yawning, only to have my yawn die halfway as I stare at Maan at my doorstep, his hands in his pockets, waiting.

I look at him and quickly look back at myself and with a small groan of despair, I shut the door on his face as I stand there fisting my hand and knocking my empty forehead with it.