Part 5: kaano mein ek dil ki baath sunaava ni, tenu hasda dekh ke jagnu mein bhul jaava ni. (Let me whisper a secret in your ears. Seeing you laugh? I forget the world.)
Chapter 43: Wings of Jealous
Akshara
Sometimes, I feel as if I'm leading a perfect life. I have a nice healthy mind, my family is not that estranged, I have nice friends and my school life (college, whatever.) is okay too. But still, you won't find another person who complains as much as I do. I mean, even a desperate and desolate person with the worst life won't be complaining as much as I do. That is what I hate about myself most of the time. In fact, sometimes I go to the extent of wishing that I had some disease, or some actual real problems and people would pay attention to me for once.
All my life, I had been brought up in a manner such that people never actually called out my name that often. Mom and Jai would probably use nicknames like honey, dearie and other such things...and my friends usually just pointed to me like I was some dog and then talk to me. (See what I mean when I say I complain a lot?)
Why I was sharing all this useless information you ask?
CAUSE I'M BORED OUT OF MY MIND.
No offense to Raghav, or his cousin, but this wedding is literally dead. I have attended many weddings before. A wedding is supposed to have that festive spirit, and that happy laughter and that enthusiasm of euphoria. This one? DEAD. I'd been sitting there for almost 45 minutes, in a red-and-gold suit, feeling especially moody since my friends still hadn't showed up. I hadn't seen Raghav yet as well. Where was everyone? I had a sinking feeling that they'd all deserted me and had gone somewhere, probably as revenge because I'd ditched them in the morning. I huffed in boredom, tugging on the tassels of my dupatta , trying to pull them apart. Then at least they'd scatter across the floor, and I'd have the time of my life slowly picking them up.
I WAS THAT BORED.
The chair next to me creaked. I looked up from my tassels to see a guy looking at me, with an amused smirk on his face. "Bored?" he inquired, and I nodded, a yawn making it's way out of my mouth. "This wedding has no life at all." I complained, looking around and gesturing with my hands. He laughed, making me a bit suspicious. "Who are you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "I'm Rahul. I'm the groom."
Oh fuck.
I opened my mouth to apologize to him, cursing myself for just blindly talking to someone without knowing who they were first. Ugh stupid Akshara! "Hey it's alright. I agree with you. This wedding is boring. Even though, y'know, it's my wedding." he said, shaking his head, a grin on his face. I gulped, not knowing what to say.
"You can trash-talk this wedding to me. I won't mind." he said, laughing. "It's just you know, weddings are supposed to be fun! You need to have upbeat music playing, people running around, kids screaming and laughing, uncles and aunties trash talking other people and people like me sitting and watching in awe. But..." I trailed off, wondering whether I had offended him. "But, none of those things are happening." he finished for me, sighing and slumping in his seat. "No offense, but why are you um...sitting here with me instead of being up there with your fiancee?" I questioned.
"Got into a stupid argument with her. I guess that's why this wedding seems dead. She's not only my fiancee, she's also the wedding planner here, so I guess she decided to make it drab cause we both had a fight." he said, making me nod my head in sympathy. "I get what arguing with your significant other feels like." I said. "You're the girl Raghav's in love with right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I flushed bright red. "I wouldn't go to the extent of love." I said, laughing forcefully. "Oh I think you would. He was moping around the place, not talking to anyone, snapping at everyone and yelling all the time...that is until you got here. He's as moody as an over-emotional teen."
I laughed, knowing how that must have looked. It was true, Raghav was very moody sometimes. A waiter passed by, holding a tray of alcohol glasses. I stopped him and grabbed two glasses. I handed one glass to Rahul, and sipped into one of the glasses myself. As the alcohol burned down my throat, I looked at Rahul again. "Is this a love marriage?" I asked. He shook his head, a grin on his face again. "Love after it was arranged marriage." he said, turning pink slightly. I smirked, sipping my alcohol again. "So, are you going to go and sort things out with her?" I asked. He nodded. He got up, left his glass on the chair and walked off, but not before turning and smiling at me in thanks. I nodded at him, and sighed, boredom enveloping me again.
God, I regretted coming so bad.
I stood up, deciding to go outside, and capture a few photos of the view outside. And a few of the beautiful floral decorations that had been done. I gulped down the contents of my glass and set it down, walking out. While walking out, I bumped into Raghav. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. I ran behind him as he ran forward, into an empty corridor. I slowed down near the entrance, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me and standing in front of me, his hands on my shoulder.
"Hello there." he whispered, smirking naughtily.
"Hello?! Hello?! That's all you've got to say?! I'd been dying in there because of boredom, and none of you great so called friends of mine could come and sit with me?!" I snapped.
Raghav just laughed, as I glared at him. He laughed even more loudly when I slapped his shoulder in annoyance. My annoyance increased when he didn't stop laughing. I started throwing weak punches at his shoulder, and at one point he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, placing my hand on his chest.
"I've to ask you something." he said, his eyes dancing in the light of the corridor lights.
"Yeah?"
"Why were you acting so different that day when you landed?"
"Huh?" I was confused.
"You're very unique and different from other girls. But that day you were being exactly like them." he said, grinning. I still couldn't understand what he was saying.
"What are you saying?!" I demanded, and he laughed.
"You were acting as if you grew some wings of jealousy." he said, smirking. I felt myself go red. Of course I'd been jealous! He'd been flirting with Kiara and it irritated the shit out of me.
"I did NOT." I denied. Like I said, I'm stupid sometimes.
"You so did." he said.
"Did not."
"Did."
"DID NOT!"
"DID!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID!" I yelled finally, before realizing what I had said. I slapped my hand over my mouth, my eyes widening. I looked at Raghav who looked very smug. "I knew it. You still like me." he said, more to himself than to me. I began shaking my head frantically. I had lied so far. Why stop now? "You still like me!" he pumped his fist victoriously in the air, and I groaned, cursing myself.
"You...you..I...I...!" I struggled with my words. Dammit. What could I say to contradict my previous actions?
"Keep stammering. Now that I know that you still like me, I won't stop till I get you back! That's a promise." he said, solemnly, before grinning at me again (sending my heart into a frenzy, again.) and walking away.
And I just stood there, mouth gaping open.
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