Gold upon my wounded palms

Drama and Dillema

POV Saksham

The moment she finished her sentence, a buzzing sound interrupted us. It echoed through the whole room before she took her phone, her face turning pale for a second.

"Who is it?" I asked in a slightly curious tone.
Her expressions were a small testament to the stress that was about to enter her life, likely triggered by getting that call.

She tapped the answer button and brought the phone closer to her ear before saying-
"Hello. Are you in Mumbai?"

Her voice was clearly revealing just how frightened she was by the information coming from the other side. She remained silent for a while before saying, "Okay, Shyam will be there in a few minutes."

She sighed after ending the call, and I understood instantly who it was. She looked into my eyes the very next moment after putting the phone aside, gulping nervously.

"She's here," she said. It was glaringly clear that she was neither happy nor relieved after hearing about the arrival of the person she was supposed to tell everything to, or find comfort in.

"I will handle her-" I was about to take the lead, but she quickly cut me off.
"No way you're doing that!" she fought back. Her expressions were a clear sign of terror and anxiety.

She stood up and gathered the bottles before giving them to Amilia to throw away. We couldn't afford to let her mother know that she was completely drunk after whatever had happened.

And as Mrs. Goenka was already here, possessing a high temper, I guess, because I could predict her nature simply by reading Kratika's anxious mood right now.

She was trying to fix things, frantically organizing her room. It was a clear indication of how much she feared her mother's temper and the reaction she was bound to face in a few moments.
I was watching her go crazy over her own mother's visit, looking like she was soon going to get sedated.

POVKratika

Goddamn me! I just don't want to live this shit kind of a life. Like, is this for real?

First, that motherfucking bastard Abhishek Kaabra pulled up that controversy which almost messed up my social image, fucked up my mental health, and cherry-on-top, leaked that damn clip which misled everyone and made them think that I'm so fucked up that I'm pulling a suicide stunt!

But that wasn't enough. My mother also got the news, and now she has pulled up a reaction which was the last thing I needed in this bitchuation.

And here I am, hiding every single bottle of liquor I've drunk while surviving through all this mess. Ughhh! Fuck this situation... no, actually, fuck my life. It's the most fucking thing which is bothering me for real!

And here he is. Mr. Savior! I don't know how the hell he has the guts to stay even after seeing how fucked up my situation, my life, my family, and I myself am right now!

Anyways, this dumbass is also going to get a good lecture if he has planned not to leave my house right now...

"Are you going to stand here and watch me?!" I asked him in a nervous yet frustrated voice. This dumbfucking guy just looked at me like I'm some kind of important notes.

"What should I do then? Help you in hiding the cigarettes too?" he asked me like the stupid he is.

What the hell should- I want to slap him hard right now. Like, how the hell- wait, is he really insane? No, no, no! Am I stuck with a psycho?!

Calm down, Kratika! But I can't! My breath is hitching like heck... but unfortunately, it's not killing me. Not even close to it. Fuck!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I looked at him and spoke-