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I had expected objects been thrown into my direction for the last chap. But, I guess, I had forgotten that I was posting a story for the fandom which is one of the most sensible fandoms in terms of logical reasoning of the stories 😆
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Chapter Five.
He felt a tug as her teary eyes flashed past his eyes. A lump of heavy emotion formed into his throat, neither could he swallow it down nor was he able to spit it out. It was difficult, more because he wasn't able to understand the reason behind all of this.
He could hear the silence that spread across the roof-top in her absence. The silence pricked him deep. He wanted to hear the chirpy sounds, the tinkling anklets and the hearty laughter.
She would remain in her room locked up for all day. She would hum a few words,
I had known it all my life,
Bad boys weren't my type,
I couldn't help but drown into the depth of your eyes.
Though I knew it all my life,
Boy, you were never my type!
Her voice cracked as she concluded. Even music didn't give her the strength to make her feel alright.
Her cousins dragged her out of the room. She didn't utter a word of complain but there was noticeable change in her behaviour. And her cousins were putting forward attempts to cheer her up. She could see their efforts, their worry and that was when she made up her mind that she wasn't going to spoil their moods because someone did that to her.
They all lead her to the backyard; she was a bit confused seeing the arrangements. "What's all this for?" She queried, when suddenly Nimish came running to her, and said enveloping his arms around her petite waist, "Dance!"
She had learnt dance while she was young. And she still did because it made her feel content. Being a dancer, masking emotions were not of much difficulty for her. But to pretend, she had to go through a more painful state- happy from outside, broken from within.
She got onto the center and rolled down to her ankle, placing the ghungroos over it. Suddenly, one of her cousins reminded her, "Di, remove those anklets at least." With a soft smile and a gentle nod, Nandini politely replied, "No! These are my favorites."
And there was someone whose heart screamed the same, 'Mine too.' Manik could see her from the roof top.
She positioned herself once she had tied the ghungroos properly. She signalled her cousin to play the music. And with the soft rhythm being played the music started. With her eyes shut, she inhaled trying to take in all the pain she could. Her feet moved synchronized with the rhythm. It matched more to her throbbing heart than the music played.
She was hurt and the pain was visible in every move of hers. More than his actions, those hurtful words and her own deeds were the reason to pain. She trusted him, because even behind that lust, hungry predatory eyes she could witness a hint of emotion - a feeling she wanted to trust, something that she wanted to witness lifelong. She could easily flirt back because she trusted him. She could stay under his touch because she trusted him.
Thud.. The rhythm grew faster.. stronger.
She was mistaken. A man who had greedy eyes could never possess anything as pure as emotions. Because all he wanted was to serve the hunger of his animal self. He didn't care about her. He didn't give a damn about her feelings, her emotions. As though she didn't matter.
She cursed herself more, as she had let him affect her to this extent. She had given him the chance. She was at fault because she had developed feelings for him and this won't change. No one can change it. Not him, not her, not anyone else.
But the more she loved him, the more her hatred grew, for him - for herself.
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