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READ AUTHOR’S NOTE AT THE END..!!!
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I was so shocked on finding out that Vihaan is Adhya mam’s son, I was left totally confused.
We were all chatting away when Adhya aunty, oops, Adya mam dropped a bomb by saying that I and vihaan should talk to each other.
Like kya baat krenge me to waise hi kuch nhi bolti aur woh chimpanzee hamesha bak bak krta rehta hai. Khair mujhe kya me konsa uski baat sunne waali hu.
(What should we talk about, I don’t say anything and that chimpanzee always keeps blabbering. Well, who am I to listen to him?)
“Yes, Ruhi beta, go,” my mom gave me that look and that was my cue to get up from my seat.
Of course uthna padega kyuki mumma kehti hai bado ki baaton me baccho ko nhi rehna chahiye.
(My mom believes kids shouldn’t get involved in adult matters)
I am still thinking what the heck am I doing with him.
He got up and walked straight to his room, and I just followed him like a lost puppy.
I was walking behind him, and suddenly he stopped, and I bumped right into him.
“Ouch, lag gyi yrr ” I said, and he quickly turned around, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he said while touching my forehead with his cold hands, felt like ice.
(Ouch, that hurt, man,)
He was towering over me, and as soon as he touched me, something strange happened… a feeling I’ve never experienced before.
I mean something weird like my body stops its movement I forgot to blink and look at his eyes only.
“I’m fine,” I managed to say as I moved back, and he also composed himself and cleared his throat,
“Dhyan kaha rehta hai tumhara, hamesha aankh band krke chalna rehta hai”
(Where does your focus disappear, you always walk with your eyes closed)
“Tum na muh band kro aur waise bhi galti tumhari hai aage kyu chal rhe the,” I confidently remarked but then I realized that kitni bewakoofon wali baat kahi mene.
(Keep your mouth shut, It’s your mistake that you were walking ahead, right)
(It was a pretty stupid thing to say)
He gave me a look like βare you crazyβ, but I brushed it off and went into his room.
His room had a cool grey and white theme, one side had a shelf filled with his trophies and medals, while the other side had bookshelves. In the corner, there were drums, a violin, and a guitar, giving off a complete rockstar band vibe.
My eyes locked onto his guitar, triggering memories of when I first performed in school, but my dad scolded me for it, believing I should focus on studying instead of wasting time on guitar.
Lost in my thoughts, I was brought back by the snapping of fingers.
I saw Vihaan waving his hands in front of my eyes.
“Kaha kho gyi“
(Where have you lost)
“Nowhere,” I replied, gazing at him.
“Huh aise ghooro mat mujhe, Nazar lag jayegi mere handsome, sexy chehere ko,” he teased while covering his face.
(Huh, don’t stare at me like that, you might jinx my handsome and sexy face)
I just rolled my eyes at him and took a seat on the nearby couch while he sat on the other one.
We sat in silence for about 15 minutes until he finally broke it with“tumko pata hai?”
(You know what?)
I casually replied “kya” while gazing out at the balcony.
(What)
That’s when he decided to make my mood off, “Yehi ki mujhe tum bilkul pasand nahi,” all with a tight-lipped smile.
(I don’t like you at all)
I just looked at him and smirked, “don’t worry, har kisi ka taste accha nahi hota hai, I understand.”
(Don’t worry, not everyone has good taste)
He didn’t seem too pleased with my response.
I asked him, “do you know how to play guitar?”
He proudly answered “yes,” and for the first time, I saw a genuine smile on his face.
His smile was looking to pretty.
But wait, I don’t like him. I just like his smile.
The room fell silent again until aunty interrupted with, “ruhii…vihuu come downstairs and have dinner”
“Let’s go,” I said as I stood up, but I ended up tripping over my own leg.
I fell, and vihaan tried to catch me, and we both ended up on the floor. Luckily, my head didn’t hit the ground as vihaan held it in his hands. As he hovered over me, I closed my eyes, feeling my heartbeat speeding up. When I looked at him, he was staring at me intensely.
“Viha-vihaan get up,” I said.
He stood up and I stood up too, both feeling awkward by the situation. I noticed my face turning red. I just touched my cheeks feeling hot. I turned around and fanned my hands and took a long breath.
“Let’s go,” he said, and to avoid the awkwardness, I moved along with him.
Both of our families were sitting at the table when the doorbell rang.
“Looks like Kunal is here,” my mom said.
“Prisha, go and open the door,” aunty said.
We both sat down, and aunty started serving when my brother greeted , “Hello uncle and aunty.”
“Kunal come lets have dinner then we will continue to chat,” aunty asked him and we all sat together, enjoying our meal before bidding farewell to them.
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Later, I entered my room, feeling exhausted.
Suddenly I remembered something, i took out a stool, standing up on it, and opening the cupboard that had been closed for four years.
There, I found my guitar, a source of happiness. I took it out, cleaned it, and strummed the strings, reminiscing about the times I used to play it.
I used to play the guitar, but I stopped because of studies. But, those were the days when we were carefree.
I remember my dad telling me, “Ruhii, this guitar stuff is just a distraction. Focus on studying and getting the best grades. I’m serious, not just good grades, but the best. If I catch you with this guitar again, I’ll break it into pieces.”
I got scared of his words, I put the guitar away and got up to study.
I have to get the best grades, or my dad will be disappointed in me again.
I just want to listen one time form him that ‘ruhii well done you did a good job’.
I’ve been trying since I was a kid to make him proud of me and happy with me, but unfortunately, I always end up messing things up and everything goes wrong in the end.
Life was good, jab hame responsibility ka mtlb nhi pata hota tha….hum log hum ban kr rehte the kbhi change nhi hona padta tha….life ko enjoy krte the like zindagi toh chalti rahegi khud ki khushiyan nhi bhul skte na is life ki rat race me….but the truth is agr aap is rat race me nhi aaoge log aapko har point par criticize hi krenge.
(Life was good when we didn’t know the meaning of responsibility. We used to live as we were without needing to change. We used to enjoy life as it goes, never forgetting our own happiness in this rat race of life. But the truth is, if you don’t join this rat race, people will criticize you at every point)
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FEW WEEKS LATER-
Today I’m feeling so nervous about this mid term result.
“Bruhh what will happen If I mess up everything, it will be a disaster,” Tanya said, nervously shaking her leg.
“Bhai din raat padhti thi ladki aur bol rhi hai kharab ho gaya toh,” Sid chimed in.
(She was studying day and night and now saying she will mess up)
“Tu chup kr mene padhai bhi nhi kri thi,” she replied, grabbing my wrist in anxiety.
(Stop it, I didn’t even study anything)
“Sun tanya agar tere mere se zyada marks aaye phir me tujhe and tere ‘mene toh kuch padha hi nhi tha’ ko bataunga,” Sid mocked her. I chuckled a bit but quickly composed myself as I noticed her glaring at me.
(Listen Tanya, if you get good grades, you’ll see how I handle your ‘I didn’t study anything’ act)
I glanced at Vihaan, he was staring at me, I raised an eyebrow, and he smirked. ‘What’s wrong with him?’
I wondered, then shifted my focus to Ma’am who was handing out answer sheets and called Tanya.
Tanya stood up, her leg visibly shaking, so I tried to comfort her.
She took her sheet and me, Sid, Yash, and Vihaan were all looking at her for news.
She was just standing there, so I shook her, and she said, “I got 90%”
We all cheered, and Sid was like, ‘I knew it,’ and then said, “koi keh rha tha mene kuch nhi padha tha”,while mimicking her.
(Someone was saying that I didn’t study at all)
She just rolled her eyes and caressed her answer sheet. Soon, Sid and Yash were also called, and they got 91 and 89, so we all congratulated them.
“Vihaan.”
“Yes, mam,” he said, standing up, rolling his sleeves, and giving me a look while I just smiled.
He received his answer sheet, looking really happy.
Then, the teacher called my name, “Ruhanika.”
I stood up, took the answer sheet, and was like, ‘Bro, what’s this?’
I had scored 97% marks.
I am not dreaming? The hell I am not dreaming.
“Congratulations, everyone, and congrats, Ruhanika, she got the first rank in the whole 11th grade,” the teacher announced, and everyone started clapping.
“Vihaan, congrats, you got the second rank.”
I glanced at him and he seemed shocked. I kept looking at him, but he didn’t even glance back at me, so I shifted my focus to my marksheet.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud and Vihaan fainted behind me.
Hainn Vihaan faints.
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