As I walked in the direction, I soon found her slipping into one of the washrooms. People in the corridor was glancing at us with confused gaze when I heard a familiar voice.
"Ruhi!" Anuj had called me after such a long time. "What's the matter? Are you fine, I heard Rudr was behaving like a jerk and..." He was rushing towards me, his eyes busy scanning if I was hurt emotionally.
"Zara and Rudr had an argument." I pointed at the washroom, "I need to glance at her." He gave a slight nod, the concern not leaving his face. I took a step forward but halted and glanced at him again. "Don't mention it to Aarav or Ehaan... please." He kept staring at me for a second before nodding once again.
I knew if the news got to them. There would be the beginning of another war and I or Zara wasn't in condition to witness it. It was a rare occasion for Zara to break down. She had a tough exterior and I always considered her a strong, bold girl. Complete different from me. But like any human, she had weakness and it was her past. I pulled the knob to get inside the washroom. It was vacant except for two girls sharing a shocked expression. Maybe on seeing the tough girl shedding tears.
On glancing at me, they quickly made their way out. I waited for her to get out of the cabin, not wanting to force her. Maybe she needed space, I just wanted to make her feel I was there for her. The voice of the bell indicated the class had started. I was going to miss the first lecture. I typed a message to Samaira about me being present and would join her on the second lecture. Not going into detail about the circumstance. I wasn't planning to worry her about my absence or her calling my parents to know about my whereabouts. I waited patiently for a few more minutes when Zara walked out of one of the cabins. As the lectures had started so the washroom was vacant.
Her eyes widen upon seeing me present in the washroom. She wiped her tears, "you didn't have to miss the lecture for me." She sounded genuine, I simply smiled at her.
"Are you feeling better?" I inquired a slight smile crossed her lip.
"It felt nice! That you waited," the awkwardness spreading in the air. I wasn't good with such a situation. Consoling people didn't come naturally to me though I could be the listening ear.
"Hmm... it won't be possible for both of us to attend a lecture. Why don't we enjoy it in the cafeteria?" She suggested and I nodded at her. Far better than wasting time in the washroom.
As we made ourselves comfortable in the chairs, in the cafeteria as like washroom it was vacant as well. It seemed as the entire building was studious except us two, who was bunking our first lecture. The thought of getting caught was high in my mind but I knew Zara could manage it well for both of us. Bunking classes wasn't something new to her.
"So, how was your date? You never shared it with me." I initiated a conversation, trying to change the topic.
"Date! It wasn't a date!" Zara laughed and I had succeeded in changing her mood. "It was a disaster!" I widen my eyes in horror but Zara kept on laughing. "From the table to the curtain, everything was perfect but not my choice." She was finding it difficult to control her laugh. "Everything in baby pink. Ideal for any girl but not me." Suddenly that laugh turned out into silent tears, I was appalled to react. What went wrong? I had managed to divert her mind yet she ended up in tears.
She pushed her tears back, passing a smile. "Don't think I am weak." She warned me, "it is like certain thing causes some hidden, deep pain to arise." She paused for a second taking a sip from the glass of water present before us. "I wasn't a normal girl child from childhood. I never liked pink, barbie doll." She shook her head, her eyes moist. "I loved to play video games over house-house." A sad smile crossed her spirit, "my parents were worried about my choices. I prefer jeans over dresses. I was always the odd one out!" She was sharing her childhood struggle with me. "They even came to a conclusion, I was trans..." her voice choked in the end. "That was because my cousin spread a rumour that I was interested in a girl rather than a boy." A sob escaped from her throat. "It was never like such! I had nothing again trans but I was never attracted towards the same gender just my choices and taste were different from the people of my gender. It isn't like I hate putting effort to look good but it doesn't come naturally. I was much interested in sports! I love football! How do my mere choices make me weird? Why do I have to like things adored by people of the same gender? What's wrong if I dress into something, I consider comfortable?"
"Nothing!" I blinked my eyes finding her amazed with my words. "There isn't anything wrong with you. The problem is with the people who think in such a manner. If a boy is allowed to wear an earring," I winked at her, she giggled on listening to it. "And grow hairs long why won't a girl allowed to play football wear shorts dress up as she wishes too. Those stereotypes don't exist now!" A grin played on her lips on finding I was supporting her rather than judging.
She stood from her chair in excitement, strolling to my chair and wrapping her hands around me from the back. "Thank you! This is the first time a girl hadn't judged me. I always felt another female won't ever understand my choices but thank you for proving me wrong." I smiled listening to her, "I felt everyone was after the branded clothes, makeups and hook-ups. You were the only person that was different from the crowd of girls I had met my entire life." I nodded, smiling softly. That I could be a friend she needed in her life.
"Hadn't I told you, she is unique," Anuj spoke from the distance forcing her to break the hug. "You should thank me for bringing her into your life." After months I was witnessing their fun again. Though I won't confess it my heart had longed for it. The light moment I had along with them.
"Oh hello! It wasn't due to you but Ehaan." Zara argued back not wanting to thank him.
"Yes! Definitely, he was on the verge of making her hate us for a lifetime." He rolled his eyes, "I fucking don't understand what kind of asshole is he? At least fucking justify yourself rather he allows people to destroy him." He shook his head, grabbing a seat beside me.
"Now what had he committed?" Zara asked, taking a seat. Her eyes fixed on Anuj so was mine.
"You remember the last football match." Zara nodded vigorously, "somehow I had managed to let him play it and he agreed for a change." I was surprised yet glad to know it. "But like always Rudr had to interfere." His eyes blazing fire, "even after our team winning against Rudr for the selection for the upcoming championship. Rudr instigated Ehaan today morning and there was a huge fight further lessening his chances in an upcoming match. Couch had full trust in Rudr even after frequent attempts Ehaan wasn't able to justify. And what he did do? Threw the football that directly hit the couch." We gasped in surprise but Zara soon busted into laughter.
"Man! I missed it!" Zara expressed her displeasure with her laughter.
Anuj shook his head, "Zara! It isn't a joke. He needs to calm his anger down if he had to achieve something in future. This attitude won't help him."
"Don't worry AJ. He is Ehaan, he will find his way. He doesn't need help but he can make others helpless."
"Yes, I can see it." Anuj rolled his eyes at Zara's statement.
Anuj was correct Ehaan was allowing Rudr and his past to trigger him. That was going to damage his future! He needed to have control over himself and not take everything for granted. He was gifted with exceptional skill but he needed to value it.
And suddenly a notification popped on my screen.
"Are you still mad at me?"
A smile crept on my face it was Mr Stalker. I had offered him the silent treatment for not responding to my message yesterday.
"I was busy or would I ever ignore you?"
He was yearning for my attention as well but I frowned wasn't he supposed to be in class.
"Are you not in school?" Not able to hold my curiosity back, I typed.
"Finally! Thanks for forgiving me and yes, I am in school."
I frowned deeper and before I could question he answered himself.
"Forced to seat in the principal office. I had told you she is very much fond of me."
Though I rolled my eyes at his boasting yet I couldn't hide the grin spreading on my lips.
"What is making you show your white teeth so wide?" Came a spying eye from Anuj as he was trying to peep into my cell.
"Don't tell me you're having a boy... friend." Zara winked at me with her playful eyes.
"Damn! This isn't something great to listen to..." Anuj groaned his eyes intact on my cell but I locked it soon enough. His black orbs met mine, displeased with me concealing the information from him.
"Come on! Dude." Zara nudged his shoulder, "she is a grown-up girl. Stop prying on her life. She has the right to have a boyfriend."
"Yes! Very much right but my insane friend would turn furious if he gets a clue of it." Anuj voiced out fixing his gaze on me while I kept digging holes at the cell. It wasn't like Mr Stalker was my boyfriend, he was my friend but there was nothing between us. Only the fact he would lighten my mood with his mere message. I shook my head. It wasn't like I had to reason by connection with others. I was free to have friendships and date anyone I wish.
The entire day was passed with lectures and teachers posting new terror about our upcoming boards. As if we weren't stressed enough about the horror. Samaira seemed quite engrossed in her studies not interrogating about my absence for the first lecture. Soon, I reached home exhausted with the day. Much to my wonder, mom wasn't home maybe no longer she could keep pending her work. I sighed in relief not wanting to have a conversation with her.
Walking through the vacant living room to my room and slowly lay on the bed. Damn! My eyes were betraying me, I had no energy left. I couldn't even take a step forward to change myself into a comfortable set of clothes.
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A ticklish feeling near my cheekbone caused me to stir in sleep. I murmured getting irritated with the source. "Let me sleep..." yawning and pulling something hard near my cheek further.
"Angel..." I heard a small whisper, a smile creeping on my lips. "Get up," he urged while I shook my head.
"No! I want to sleep," I pleaded, pouting at him. I was again dreaming of him. From the minute I had distanced myself from him, he would be always present in my dream. Very much stubborn individual!
"Fuck, don't make it that hard for me angel." He requested further, "I fucking would lose myself." His voice was soft as I sensed him caressing my cheek.
"Then lose yourself..." I whispered, leaning more into him. My head moved to something hard from the soft pillow I was resting on. His large hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him.
"I missed you..." he whispered near my earlobe before pressing a small kiss on my soft cheek. A smile splashed on my face further nuzzling into his chest. Craving to listen to his beating fast heart.
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The buzzing sensation of something near my thigs got me to open my sleepy, not willing eyes. Registering my existence in my foggy mind, soon my eyes landed on a sleepy figure of Ehaan. I widen my eyes in surprise, the panic having a hold over me but on assuring I was present in my room a relief crossed my spirit. But if I was in my room, in school uniform and sleeping on my bed with doors locked how did he enter inside? I wanted to move away from him but his firm grip was holding me close to him.
My eyes locked with his face once again. Rarely we had been in such proximity. His dark brown eyes closed in peace, the mirror to his soul. His reddish lip spread into a slight smile. The face was filled with content. And the grip on my waist indicated as if his life depended on it. As if he treasured my presence around him. As if he had craved for me as much as I had for him.
My hands slowly moved towards his face, caressing his stubble. Glaring him for not shaving it off yet he looked hot with it. My own thought was making me blush wide. The thought of his past revolving in my brain once again. Why does he have to be the devil? Why do I have to be the angel? Our life would have been less complicated if we were from the same universe. Why do we need to be so opposite?
"Why does opposite attracts?" I questioned at his sleepy figure.
His eyes popped open making me jerk my hand away from his face, my eyes wide open in horror. A smirk played on his sleepy figure as he managed to stun me. I glared at him and was on the verge to get away from him. As I was officially lying over him, my entire half body against him. But his solid grip around my waist was making it a highly impossible task.
"Because..." he whispered, his gruff, low but deep voice causing a shiver to cross my spirit. His dark brown orbs held me captive. "They are two bodies but one soul. Two individuals that are imperfect but when together erase the flaws of one another." His arm around me jerking me to pull me closer. His other hand slowly made its way to my cheeks, brushing the hair concealing him from glancing at my face. "Isn't it beautiful... The angel made for a devil, a person too dark for anyone to like yet shown a different light by the girl he treasures the most. The angel too innocent for the cruel planet, her kindness not doing justice for the people surrounding her yet the devil being the protection she needs, to survive." His brown orbs having the sincerity, those words had come from deep within him. It wasn't easy for him to pull off his hard exterior. He was trusting me with his more fragile version. He was trusting me with the real Ehaan Kashyap none had the privilege to glance at.
I wanted to treasure the moment. I aspired to live in the moment, forget about the truth. Just erase the thought of right or wrong. But I couldn't, I couldn't brush the information of his false claim that had forced an individual to commit suicide. I couldn't erase the fact that he was so cold to others around him. He cared less about hurting people, he cared less about humans existing.
"The devil is the same as the rest of the cruel world. It doesn't make the angel safe, rather make her feel there is no hope in humanity. The world is full of darkness, there is no source of light." My words came as a sudden surprise he wasn't anticipating such a remark on him. But I wasn't lying, he wasn't any different from the cruel face of the world I was trying to avoid. His grip on my waist loosen, a sense of disappointment crossed my spirit. I wanted him to argue, debate and prove me wrong. Prove my conclusion wrong! Assure me still we were better for each other but his appalled, stern face was indicating a completely different scenario.
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