Some things are better unsaid( a SANDHIR ff)

A/N: THIS IS NOT THE ACTUAL POST. I HAVE POSTED IT ON A NEW PAGE BY MISTAKE. THE ACTUAL STORY IS ON THE OTHER PAGE. IT HAS A PROLOGUE BEFORE CHAPTER ONE. GO CHECK IT OUT.

WITH LOVE- SHAINA

Chapter-1

Why Is My Bad Luck So Bad??

It was just like any other day...

"You get lost..."

"No, you ditched me..."

"I was with you, but you went after her..."

I jumped up on my bed. Ugh! My parents were fighting again- nope, precisely my Mum was fighting.

"Get a life!" I wanted to tell her, but unfortunately it never happened. It was as if she couldn't digest her food without fighting with Dad.

I looked at my bedside clock. It was just four o'clock in the morning.

"f**k her!" I muttered under my breath. I couldn't why she doesn't sleep and let others sleep. If not for her I would've slept for an hour more.

I got out of my king-sized bed and put on my slippers. I headed towards the washroom on the western side of my room. It was quite cold in the morning. Now and then a cold shiver shook my whole frame violently. I splashed water on my face and instantly cringed away. Arghh! Winter in Delhi was a bitch! I came out of the washroom and my eyes wandered all over my room.

My room was very big and comfortable. The floor was covered by a soft, golden colored carpet and rich tapestries draped the walls. Most of the things in my room were either golden or black. A 32'' black LED plasma TV hung on the wall opposite my bed. Beneath the TV was sophisticated music system and on the other side of it was the door to the balcony. The balcony faced a side of the garden which ran on all three sides of my house except the back. From the balcony a vague outline of purple mountains, hidden behind the clouds, could be seen.

The western wall covered by a wall cupboard having five shelves which contained a fantastic collection of show-pieces and antiques, CDs and DVDs, endless books and my clothes and shoes. Beside the cupboard were a black leather sofa and a tea-table, where I usually studied and had my meals sometimes. My bed was by the western wall, facing the eastern wall. A black colored split air-conditioner hung on the wall. On the right side of the bed was a small chest where I kept all my important documents, and my table clock, water jug and glass and my laptop were kept on it. On the other side of the bed was the door to the washroom.

Between the eastern and the northern wall was the door of entrance to my room. A dressing table also stood by the southern wall. Beside the dressing table was a glass paned window with a view (not a good one, by the way) of my neighbor, my sworn enemy- no, I won't take his name...There was so less gap between the windows of my room and his room that one could easily get into his room from mine and vice versa! The window remained close most of the times as the AC remained on. The window seat was furnished with a mattress and cushions, making a miniature couch.

I could still hear Mum shouting at Dad. Dad's voice was not audible, or perhaps he wasn't answering back. Mum's voice was in eighth octave and by now the whole neighborhood would've known that my parents were again fighting. It felt like her lungs would burst due to the effort and I so wished it to be true!

I strained my ear to hear what Mum was shouting for. I quickly up the gist of the argument. It was same as always- the other woman, Mum's best friend. Mum considered her as her sister, though the relation broke long ago. Now all I know is that she is her best enemy.

I knew all this as I often eavesdropped on my parents' fights. But I knew nothing about the woman- not even her name. They always referred to her as "SHE". Dad still maintained contact with her- it was not like he had an extra-marital relation with her; they knew each other from their college days- and Mum misunderstood him. Their relation went downhill when Mum came to know about this.

Today was the last day of my ICSE. I took out my physics book from the shelf and sat down on the bed for last minute revision. I pulled a rug over myself as I was very much prone to cough and cold.

Crash! Bang! Bang! Crash!

I was fairly sure that Mum was breaking things. Oh f**k! It was the limit! Dad worked so hard to earn money and she was destroying everything. Was she trying to injure Dad?! I sometimes wondered why Dad even let her stay in this house! Yeah right, he loved her.

I couldn't take it anymore. I shut the book with a thud. Oh come on! I was only eighteen and had to bear all this! It was so sick! What have I done to deserve this?! What has DAD ever done to deserve this kind of treatment from Mum?! There was huge distance between my parents, and now there was no road which could connect them. Dad had always waited for Mum; she was the one who left, and it was too late for her now to return.

Dad had immersed himself in his world of work after Mum denied him for ages. Mr. Akhil Agarwal was the richest and most honorary businessman of Delhi! He had money, but not peace of mind. He loved me and cared for me though. At the end of the day he always took out time to spend with me. He was a sweet-heart! He gave me every possible thing that could be bought for money. And I thing I liked most about Dad was that he didn't hover. He gave me my space. I had no restrictions as Dad always trusted me the most. And I never misused his trust though I had all the freedom and liberty.

Mum story was completely different. She didn't love me- actually, she didn't care enough to have any emotions towards me. She stayed in this house as she couldn't support herself alone, and she was a complete stranger to me. She couldn't stand being in the same room with me. It was as if I was my Dad's illegitimate daughter. She always remained busy with her kitty parties.

So I was more or less my own guardian from childhood. I could do everything but I didn't need to do anything with all the servants moving around me always. I grew up to be a pretty, fearless, determined, and a straight-forward girl. I feared nothing and nobody as no one was there to scold me when I made a mistake or comfort me when I was scared. I was a playgirl- I never did relationships- but I was a pure, out and out virgin- I haven't ever kissed anyone even. I just enjoyed flirting with the boys. Some said my eyes were my best feature, some said my hair was the best and majority said that my oh-so-kissable lips were the best!

I was a spoilt brat- an absolute badass. But I had a great reputation in my Delhi, especially in my school. Every student and teacher knew me. I was the first girl of my school right from kindergarten. I even stood first in my ICSCE. That was the most important reason of why my Dad never forbade me to do anything. And I know that he would never say me anything in my whole life if I always show him report cards with highest marks in every subject.

"Ishq bulavaa jane kab awe,

Ishq bulavaa awe jab awe..."

The ringing of my mobile broke my reverie. I received the call without looking at the caller ID. Before I could say anything Parth's impatient voice sounded on the other side of the phone: "Sanyu I need your help..."

Teaser of next chapter:

...Oh yeah, I totally forgot to say about him. Okay, so he was the second boy of our school. He stood second in ICSCE also. Though we lived in the same neighborhood and studied in the same school but we never talked- we weren't friends. And whenever we did talk, we always bashed up each other- not literally, but figuratively. We argued even for the pettiest matters...

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another update. Plz read and comment...

With love- Shaina...