Chapter 7

Sharini’s POV:

‘So, she didn’t mean the love that I thought she meant.’ I thought to myself and it pained, it hurt physically.

All these days I have been a fool to have blindly believed the feelings to be mutual when neither of us have voiced out anything of that sort.

Just when I was thinking I overstepped, and started drilling my brain to come up with an excuse, anything to escape this awkward situation that I put myself in, her phone rang.

I thanked her mom a million times mentally as she threw me a puppy eye look and mouthed that she had to go.

“Coming ma, I’ll be down in just 5 minutes”, she promised and hung up. I shivered lightly as a breeze blew against us. Sheethal removed her dupatta and wrapped it around my shoulders, tugging the ends to cover my ears while I just sat still, letting her do as she pleases.

She adjusted two small lines of beads to peak from above my ears and laughed to herself, saying that I looked like a cute alien and clicked pictures of my face as I pouted.

Her phone started to ring again and she got up hurriedly giving my hand a squeeze, then she ran down as fast as she could, mumbling that she would text me.

I nodded to no one and sat still. A minute or two passed and then I heard a notification sound from my phone and took a peek.

Tubelight👀 sent a message

Tubelight👀:
I’m home, tomorrow give me back my dupatta after washing it properly.🧐

You:
🙄You’re not getting it back.
It belongs to the “Alien” now.

Hmm, I paid 400 rupees for that. Wash it with soap. I’ll give you something cheaper.

…..petty much.

Thanks.

Amma tried talking about marriage today.

Oh…

Yeah… Oh

Do you have a photo of the groom? Send it to me.

Is that all you can think of?

What should I say, then?

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Tubelight! Tubelight!

I closed the messenger and locked my phone as quickly as I could. Does she not see what it means to me? Am I the only one suffering?

My phone kept pinging but I could care less. Sometimes I wonder if she acts like she doesn’t know.

I can’t continue this game anymore, I should talk my mind out to her. If she doesn’t like me that way, that’s that then. At least I can stop myself from expecting the impossible and getting excited.

The vibrating device brought me out of my thoughts and I saw her picture pop up on my screen. I quickly answered the call.

“Hey, what happened? Are you upset? Why didn’t you reply?”

“Can we go to the beach tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Is everything alright? Is your family forcing you into something? Is it about that?”, Sheethal’s voice spoke, laced with worry.

“Nothing like that, I just want to talk to you, will you be able to come tomorrow morning?” I held my breath, waiting for a reply. I heard some paper shuffling sounds, and she spoke a minute later.

“We will be attending the Mass at 6.30 in the morning tomorrow, pick me up after 8?”

“Okay”

“Fixed then, let me know tomorrow. And whatever it is, don’t let it bother you. Sleep well, okay? Everything is going to be fine. This too shall pass.”, she uttered, yet her calm voice failed to put my mind at ease, for the first time ever.

I just hummed and waited for her to end the call.

“Okay, let’s talk tomorrow then, love you, bye!”, she whispered before disconnecting the call and putting me in hell again. “Love you” it seems. Just kill me already!

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Sheethal’s POV:

UFFF! Stupid heart, stop it!

I am really going crazy mad. What was I even thinking? It was the best moment and I totally screwed it!

I looked at the perfect idiot I could find in the whole world, staring at me in the reflection, on the now blank screen of my phone.

She even asked if you meant it. A hundred ways you could have answered that, could have said yes, could have blushed, nodded, smiled, heck, could have even kissed her if you weren’t able to put it in words.

And the stupid stupid you, decided to ask the stupidest question. As if you don’t understand what she meant.

I couldn’t get enough of scolding myself.

Okay, fine. You messed up on the terrace. When she texted you saying that her mom talked about marriage, you could have said something to hint at it.

Or at least you could have kept it shut and asked her what she wanted to say. But no! You had to be the filtered idiot again and ask for a picture of the groom!! What in the world were you thinking?!

“Whom are you talking to in the middle of the night, you idiot?”, I heard mom’s voice yell from behind the door to my room and I instantly shut up, hands flying to my mouth, I realized that I have been loud this whole time!

Way to score, idiot!

I’ve got to seriously pull myself together before I do something stupid tomorrow when we meet. Oh Jesus, please help me stay sane.

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Pic credits: Hessah._.arts at Pinterest