"You are impossible..." Kabir said for the umpteenth time since they had met. He was being a jerk, but then he made her feel different these days. Less guilty! Guilt over how she had broken her Dadaji's trust. Guilt over how she made everyone sad, and moody for the past months. Yeah, everyone including Viraj sir...
She hated him these days, more than what she was capable of. Hatred at his insensitivity, his ego, his damn stubbornness. But then sometimes, that care for him that had caused all this trouble, would resurface. Put its head up, drown her in misery.
She never thought that this was all his fault. She had been too stupid. To send of anonymous mails like that... Anyone else would have reacted in the same way. But still, we always have a tendency to blame others.
She brought her reeling mind back to the present, and replied in her annoyed' voice, "What?" But these days, she just kept the tone for pretenses sake. She really didn't think he was an annoyance after all. He had been with her, as a friend, as a support, through all those times, from day one.
And she had helped him too. She had helped him find that little Rajput boy. His step brother, they said. But she knew. And they both did too. While one was given birth by a wonderful woman, the other had been adopted by her. They had one of those special connections. The kind that could not break even in those horrid storms. Something that had soared high above the little Rajput's so called blood relations.
"The Prince wants to see you. Something urgent, he said.", Kabir replied with those oh-so-innocent smile, and glint in his eyes. He was Kabir's brother, for God's sake. But whenever he wanted to annoy her, Bhai turned Prince in the nick of time.
She will never go, she made sure.
"Tell his highness, that I am busy right now. I have to go home. It's been four days since I left. They all will be waiting for me.
She had been to Banglore, for an admission for Sukku.
"Come on na Nishu! The poor guy has been trying to meet you for the past month. Please come na?"
She did give him the freedom to call her Nishu. But that definitely did not mean he was going to make her meet him again. She never once did, after all that happened that day. It was never easy. He was again welcome back in the Ghanghwal residence, thanks to Kabir and Aman, both their favourites. And once he was, it was all the more difficult to avoid him. She had lost count of the number of times, she had jumped right out through the window, when she was about to be seen. He never asked for her in the house. But she always felt his gaze wandering around.
It was not because she thought her old feelings would resurface. She didn't know whether she had the strength to refrain herself from throwing something at him. They both had pasts, sure. But none that made her aim any less sharp. If anything, it made it pefect.
But now she was in a dilemma. She never learned how to say no to Kabir. Especially when he looked at her with those puppy dog eyes. He and Saurav were very different. But when it came to how she saw them, there was very little that was different, after all.
They were sitting, legs crossed, on the velvet green grass in the nearby park.
"Please na Nishu? How long can you run away? Remember how you stopped talking to me and Aman a whole week, just saw that there would be no kind of contact with him? But then you had to come around. Because it didn't feel right when you avoided us altogether?"
Nisha nodded her head slightly.
"So?" she questioned, with her trademark raised eyebrows look.
"So nothing! But you will get a closure. He would get one. You can roam around in your own home without hiding behind the pillars. You can meet him, say Hi', and still be okay with it. Don't you want that?"
"I do, Kabir, but I fear I might just murder him!"
"Then please do, Miss.Nisha. That would be better than having to watch you running away from your own home because of me."
She turned her head around slightly, her finger latching onto the cold wet grass. And there he stood behind her... That little Rajput boy, Amans's and Kabir's Bhai, Kabir's Prince!
Viraj Singh Rathore...
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And yeah, tell me whether I should continue or not, cause this is the first time I am attempting something on Niraj...
And if you decide to throw chappals? 6 is my size!!! 😛
