Virman-ss-part 9 updated-My Umbrella - Page 13

***Part 6***

Next day, after school, I was waiting for the rest of the folks to go home. Where the hell is everyone? I am sure Viren and Jeevika are holed up in some corner of the library. They have a thing going on I tell you. Jeevika, not as innocent as she seems. Virat was standing right in front of me flirting with way-too-much-makeup-and-way-too-little-brains aka Maya. Jeez What does Virat see in her. Guys! My phone rang, it was my mom.

Mom: "Manvi, how can you be so irresponsible?? There has to be a limit to your childishness. This is not acceptable Mannu, not at all acceptable. We thought sending you there would have some kind of affect on you, but no."

Manvi: "But mom, I cannot stay here, why don't you understand? I am your daughter, I belong there, by your side. How can you do this to me?"

Mom: "You listen to me loud and clear Manvi, all these things need to stop right away. You are repeating a class for godsakes, do you know what one year to delay means in your career?? And do you know how ashamed we felt when your chachu was telling us all your doings yesterday?"

"GROW UP MANVI. Until we see a change in your behavior I am not going to talk to you. Do you understand?"

Manvi: "You guys are so mean! I hate you mom, I hate you and dad. I will never forgive you. And I am not going to talk to you. BYE!"

I hung up and ran to the restroom in tears. I couldn't let anyone see me like this. I am not going to go home, I am going to run away. I don't know where but I hate my whole family. I cannot believe how ruthless they are. I locked myself up in one of the booths and was crying my eyes out.

It was after school and thankfully there wasn't anyone around to hear my pathetic sobs. I needed some place to vent all this uncontrollable rage and hurt in me. Why is it so hard for my mom to understand that I miss her?

After some thirty minutes later, I came out and splashed some cold water on my face. My mind was racing, thinking about all the places I could go to. I have an uncle in Delhi, he is my dad's friend, a painter. He adores me, maybe I should just go and stay with him. My thoughts were interrupted with another phone call.

"Oye chipkali where are you?" he asked playfully.

"None of your business. Don't wait for me. I am not coming home." I replied looking at my eyes in the mirror, which were red due to all the crying. I wiped my face and after being convinced that my face didn't look as bad as it was, I walked out of the girls lounge.

Virat was waiting outside leaning on the wall, with the phone by his ear.

"Why aren't you coming home again?" He asked cutting the call.

"Like I said, none of your business."

"Manvi, let's go. They will close the gates in a bit and we will be struck here." He said sweetly.

"Why are you here in the first place?" I asked him.

"Because I saw you running away upset." he simply stated.

"Well, I am not." I said suppressing a sniff.

"Clearly!" he said with a sarcastic grin.

"I am not in a mood for your smartass retorts." I screamed.

"Ok. Let's just go." He said grabbing my hand and dragging towards the exit.

"Let me go!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled but he didn't even turn back. I got very annoyed with this domineering attitude of his. Who the hell was he? I wiggled my hand free and started walking back inside into the girls lounge. He wouldn't be able to come inside.

"Manvi!!!" he followed me angrily, inside the lounge.

"YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO COME IN HERE." I screamed with outrage.

"Well, you are supposed to be on the way home. Can you just stop this natak and come because I am not leaving without you." He said, hands on his hips.

"Well you would leave at some point, everybody leaves at some point." I said, it was the story of my life, everybody leaves me.

"Manvi, stop this nonsense yaar. Chalo abhi. You are acting like a kid." He held my hand again.

"WELL I AM A KID. IS THAT SO DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND" I cried loudly breaking away from him. I didn't realize I was shaking with anger. My eyes were burning with all the crying and my breathing got really heavy. I have a bad case of asthma and getting emotional always brings it back with vengeance. I was becoming breathless.

"Manvi.." he was trying to hold me to calm me down and I was pushing him away hard.

"Manvi, relax..." he held my hands down tightly with his arms around me as I was fighting him, hard, punching his arm and stamping his feet. He stood stoic and firm and was patting my back. "Relax.." he kept saying. "Its ok. You miss your mom." He said. "That's the most normal thing." He held me tightly.

I never told him anything, how did he know? I stopped resisting and relaxed. My breathing slowly became normal but I couldn't stop crying. He didn't stop me. "How can she leave me Virat? Am I that bad? She hates me Virat, my mom hates me!"

"She doesn't hate you Manvi. Nobody can hate you. You are an amazing girl." He said matter-of-factly.

It was then I realized where I was, I was hugging him and crying on his shoulder, drenching his shirt in my tears and he just called me amazing. I lifted my head and moved away. "How can you say that?" I asked.

"I just know." He said with a kind smile.

"But how?" I insisted.

"hmph..because I have been watching you. All the things that you are doing here are because you want your parents attention. You feel ignored by them, and rightly so. You don't care what happens to you, what punishment you suffer, you just want to go back to you mom. You want her to know that you need her. You don't tell her directly because you want her to know, without you telling. You love her a lot and even though you always don't see the same in return, you never lose hope, you keep waiting. You defy them and whine and make their life hell, to get attention but, you never give up on the people you love. That's pretty amazing. You are brat but an amazing one at that."

I kept looking at him, I don't know for how long, he was looking at me too. He was really concerned and whatever he told me was very sincere, he really meant it. We had like a moment. You know the moment when we feel what the other person feels, thinks exactly what we are thinking, without us needing to communicate anything. It was one of those and I felt happy for some reason. Why is it so easy for him to read me? And why is he so intriguing to me? It was weird, he had like an unspoken connection or something.

"Chale? Ya aur drama kar na hai?" he asked breaking the silence. I nodded and followed him. "I cannot believe I am in a girls lounge with you. Do you know how people are going to talk if they see us in here alone??" he muttered irritated.

"How?" I asked feigning innocence. He looked at me sharply and shook his head admonishingly. "abhi chalo" he pulled me by my hand, again. This time I didn't resist.

He pushed the curtains that was blocking the door away and tried to open the door. He left my hand and started pushing the door and banging on it.

"Manvi? why is the door locked??" he said struggling with the door knob. His voice was alarming and scared.

"What? The door is not locked." I pushed him and tried to open the door. IT WAS LOCKED. We looked at each other helplessly, not knowing what to do. And did I mention, the lounge was in the part of the college which did not have any telephone signals. We were royally screwed!!!!!!! f**k!

Virat stood in front on me burrowing his eyebrows and holding his head his hand, thinking really hard.

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"How is it my fault Virat? Did I ask you to wait for me? Did I ask you to follow me here??"

"Ofcourse, it is not your fault!! It is all my fault. Your acting all teary eyed victim- my fault, your nervous attack- my fault, arghhh Manvi? People at home are going to be so worried. They will be searching all over the city and tomorrow morning, they are going to find us both locked up in here. How am I going to explain being in a girl's lounge all night? That too with you? Huh?"

"What do I know?" I shrugged. "It's not like we locked the door purposefully yaar, hogaya, chill!!"

"Right!!!!!!" he was pacing up and down nervously. I felt sorry for the dude, its not like he didn't have enough issues of his own, now I am pulling him into my mess. He will get a second degree from his dad, I am sure.

"You know this is kind of exciting, you and me in here all night. Let's talk all night. Tell me about Maya." I tried to calm the guy down.

He looked at me with a what-is-wrong-with-you expression. "yaar. Ek number ki besharam ladki ho tum. Aren't you scared even a bit? Maza aa raha hai tume? Chit-chat karna hai?"

" Nope." I shrugged, leaning back on my chair and playing angry birds on my phone.

I was watching Virat from the corner of my eyes, he was glaring at me with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. I ignored him. I was watching him from the corner of my eye. He looked all around the room, at me, and suddenly relaxed and walked towards me with a tongue in his cheek and grabbed my phone.

"Virat!!!" I stood up angrily. "I was winning." I whined.

"Manvi, you know this is kind of exciting, you and me in here all night. Let's..do something." He said. He had a stupid grin on his face.

"Likeee?" I eyed him carefully; his face was full of mischief.

"Let's...kiss" he winked.

"WHAT!!!???" my jaw dropped.

"Haan, isse exciting aur kya ho sakta hai." He said coming closer to me.

"Shut up Virat! you are such a shameless ass, you have a f**king girlfriend remember?" I pushed him.

"kaunsi girlfriend? Acha Maya? Kya yaar? woh toh, bas timepass, but, I really feel the vibe here. We had a real moment back there." He said looking into my eyes.

"Itna gatiya line maine kabhi nahi suni. I mean chiii! You are such a bad flirt, please save these cheesy lines for your dumbo girl friend." I walked away making an i-am-going-to-puke face.

"acha lets not talk then, only action.." he moved more closer to me. I don't know what was wrong with his face, he was trying to suppress his amusement and he looked so..constipated if you ask me.

I punched his hand so hard and I started hitting him, chased him all around the lounge. "You chep! Don't you mess with me."

He was laughing so hard escaping me by running in circles around a table. "Your face! Man!! your expression when I said kissing, OUT OF THE WORLD!" he collapsed on a chair and was laughing holding his stomach.

He had such a nice laugh. I was standing looking at him. It was so carefree, so boyish, and so sexy. Shit Manvi! No, no-no-no, no. What did I just think?? NO. Ewww.

"Kya hua chipkali?? What's wrong with your face?" Virat asked, getting up, his face still had that stupid grin on it.

"Shut up Virat. I will see how Maya reacts about all this tomorrow." I crossed my arms and turned away annoyed. I looked back to see the color on his face disappear. I shook my head and started laughing. "Tum usse itna darte kyu ho Virat??" "Waise I noticed you are scared off a lot of things- your dad, your grand dad, your bua. Why?"

"Are we having a heart-to-heart now?" he asked sardonically. "If we are, I have my share of questions to ask you. How about we start with that?" his voice was caustic.

"Questions for me??" I was intrigued. "for example?"

"Whats in that journal of yours?" "What does your face fall when your see Jeevika and Tanu being pampered by Chachi?" "Why are you.." I cut him right there. He was definitely making lists. How come he is picked up all these things in such short time?

"I do no such things. You have quite an imagination. And the journal...IS PERSONAL." I said it loud and clear.

"All your questions are PERSONAL to me." his face didn't have any traces of laughter or playfulness from before. His face was tensed and all his features stained. His eyes burned through me. He was very angry. Very.

So was I.

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Originally posted by: sreshta90

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