High On Life

14: Teddy Bear And.....Secrets?

"It's... it's 2 am now. You can stay here for the night and leave for school in the morning." I say in an ahsaan faramosh tone on purpose.

"In your room?" His eyes widened in surprise.

I scoffed. "Ab itni bhi meherbaan nahi hui mein."

"Please, ehsaan parh jaye ga meray sar pe. Rehn de pehn, mein chaleyaan !" He smirks and turns around, facing the outside.

"Aur waise bhi, koi ladki nahi hun mein jo raat dayr tak roads pe ghoomne se daroon." He says with attitude.

I took a step towards him, my rage meter shooring up.

"Listen up mister. You guys ain't shit without us girls. Just cause our parents are protective about us, doesn't mean we ain't strong enough to handle ourselves on our own. FYI, girls can kick ass much worse than you guys can." I raise a finger to his face and stared at him in anger.

"You never learn how to give up, do you?" He says calmly.

"That's what I am. I'm never gonna change for anyone else." I turned my back on him.

"Trust me, with this attitude of yours, ladkay tumhein jootay ki nauk par rakhein ge." He says behind me in a pissed off tone.

"Haan, ladkay to rakhein ge hi. Par mard nahi......... Kiyunke mard jaante hain aik aurat ki asal fitrat, aur woh jaisi bhi hai, woh duniya mein uss ke liye sabse haseen aur samajhdaar khatoon hai." I said.

"Whatever." He yawns and steps back inside.

"Made up your mind?" I ask slowly, feeling his presence behind me.

"Kinda. Neend na aayi to waapis ghar chale jaaounga." He says expressionless.

"Wait here. I'll go make arrangements for a few things. Lock my door, just so nobody enters. Because mom usually checks up on my beauty sleep. I'll knock the door thrice and then you can open it for me." He nods and I turn to leave as he shuts the door behind me, locking it.

Shehry's POV:

She left to make arrangements for a room, while I locked the door and sat on her bed. I was such a mess. I run my hands through my hair in depression.

Meri band bajayi pe bajayi jaati hai yeh har din. Uff ! I touched my heart which was pacing inside me. Aik to yeh dil ke doray aik din heart attack hi de dein ge. Aur woh onesie......Poori poori teddy bear lag rahi thi. Dil to kar raha tha hai ke usse aik bara sa teddy bear waala hug karoon, but khair.......dil ki kaun sunta hai. Especially after what happened at the club.

I get up from bed and take a small walk around her humongous abode. Walking past her study area, I noticed how kempt all her assignments and notes and other school stuff. Such a neat freak. I really need to learn something.

On the other side of the room was a large closet with a long line of pretty outfits, accessories, heels and other average girl desires.

She had a large poster of Siddharth Malhotra staring back at me from her closet. Seriously? Mein uss se kahin ziada sexy dikhta hun.

I strolled around a little more and finally came back to her bed when my eyes caught of that one diary which had my name in it. My mind had instantly started its 'clash of the curiosities'.

Should I read a page from it? I mean, don't I deserve to know what shit she must have written about me?

I don't think I should. We should respect others' privacy.

Abbay khol le, aik page se jaan nahi nikal jaani.

O beghairat. Aakhir tune Allah ko jaan deni hai, koi ulti harkat mat kar.