Hey peeps! Long time huh? I wasn't ignoring the story. I was just busy with results, career thinking and re-thinking and very soon admissions! You'll know how it is!😆Anyways, without much ado, here goes nothing:
Chapter 10
Talking is a waste of time. Time is money. Hence, when people talk, they are wasting money. But that is just Arnav Singh Raizada's opinion. Or it used to be.
Now he was the one who was propagating the idea. He had tried talking so much in the whole day; he thought that he would probably be a part of some mobile network's promotion. What, or rather who had brought about this sudden change?
Khushi Kumari Gupta. His best friend. And at present quite dazed for some reason.
He had been talking for the past five minutes and she was just standing there, staring into space, biting into the jalebi, little by little.
He paused for a moment there to just look at her. She was cute alright. Dressed in perfect attire for a stay-over: blue tank top and Hello Kitty pajamas. Her hair was pulled into a pony with those fringes on both sides that refused to get bound and hence hanging loose near her temple. She was the epitome of cuteness. She had a tiny nose. Very tiny. It was red too. So were her cheeks. And her lips too.
Also, he had no clue why he was thinking like that.
Suddenly, he heard this faint music in the background. The kind of music that made one feel warm and fuzzy inside. The kind of music at made one smile foolishly for absolutely no reason. The kind of music that made one believe in unicorns, pot of gold at the end of rainbow, and happiness all around. The kind of music that...oh you get it right?
He tried catching the words of the song but then his sub-conscious poked him, Trying to talk, finally noticing your best friend and hearing music. What's next on the list? Playing mandolin in a field of sunflowers? That would be fun to watch now!
That jerked him out alright. He stared around. They were still in the kitchen. Khushi was still dazed. The music was still playing.
Now he was frustrated.
"Nathan Fillion and Patrick Dempsey are old and they should just retire" he said, knowing that insulting her favorite actors was her kryptonite.
And never was he more right. The music stopped right away.
Khushi finally broke out of her Khushi-land and gave Arnav a death glare. Had it not been for the precious jalebi in her hand, she would have wrestled him right there.
"Seriously, Khushi? A death glare? Even mosquitoes won't be scared of your death glare. Jokes apart, let's talk."
But Khushi was not going to obey for once. Instead, she took the plate of jalebies, shot Arnav another death glare (or at least tried to) and attempted to walk past him.
That was enough to tick him off. He held her forearm and said in a controlled voice," Khushi we are talking. Sit."
Khushi could feel the anger in his voice. She gulped, turned around and walked to the dining table and sat down quietly. She could feel Arnav giving her 'the look' but she concentrated on the jalebies.
He settled on the chair next to her and started," We were born a month apart. Your parents were cheering my mother in the maternity room when Dad passed out and vice-versa. How do I know about it? Try eavesdropping in one of their kitty parties. We are what people call 'chuddie-buddies'. We even had similar strollers if you remember.
I call Di 'Di' because you taught me! Di played the 'dress-me-up' game with both of us and then made us walk like we were her models. You watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with me and I watched The Winx Club with you. Our parents made sure that we were in the same division from kindergarten till 12th! We covered up for each other. If you damaged Dad's stuff, I would take the blame and vice-versa. We have gone through everything together! Are you seriously going to let a guy who you don't even like come in between 20 years of friendship? Seriously?"
Arnav, who had said all of this in one breath, exhaled, closed his eyes for a minute and looked at Khushi who had been surprisingly silent throughout his speech.
One look at Khushi and he knew Di was going to kill him. Why? Why? W-H-Y?
Because, Khushi was crying! Her mouth was full of jalebies which she was trying to swallow; her nose was redder that Rudolf and a constant stream of tears were flowing from her eyes.
Natural disaster alert! Before the entire house flooded, he had to start with the Disaster Management ASAP!
"Okay, Khushi look, I am really sorry. Please stop crying. I didn't mean to hurt you. You are my best friend. I will never tell anyone that you had broken Dad's favorite car's taillight! I swear on Arsenal. I'll get you whatever you like. Just name it. But for heaven's sake, stop--"
He stopped blabbering when he saw her giggling. Soon, the giggles turned into laughter. Pure, unadulterated laughter. Oh how he had missed it!
"The look- *giggle*- on your- *giggle*-face was-*giggle*- worth a million-*giggle*-dollars" said Khushi not being able to control her laughter. Arnav grinned involuntarily. He was annoyed at her for pulling a prank on him but he could never stay mad at her for long!
"So are we good here?" Asked Arnav to a still giggling Khushi.
She stopped giggling, gave Arnav 'Let-Me-Think' look before smiling and nodding her head even more vigorously than Noddy. A while later she said," We are not just good. We are the best!"
"Phew! Now I can peacefully go and sleep! Enjoy your um...whatever is that you are doing" said a smug Arnav.
He was just about to leave the kitchen when Khushi asked him,"Hey! How did you know that...you know...I didn't really like...him?"
Arnav thought for a while, walked back to the table where Khushi was still sitting. He held her hand gingerly, looked into her curious brown eyes and said," I knew because...because..." He paused for a moment as Khushi looked at him eagerly for an answer and then continued," I... I am... Edward Cullen. I can read minds." Now it was his turn to laugh at Khushi's expression--from curiosity and eagerness to a moment of surprise, later masked by annoyance.
"Dimwit."
"You are."
"In your dreams."
"I have nightmares about you."
"So you think about me in your sleep?"
*Awkward silence*
"Goodnight!" They both said unanimously and tried to leave the kitchen together, hence dashing with each other near the door. Their foreheads collided; they stopped to massage their foreheads, grinned at each other and went on their ways.
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