“Thank you, Shaheer,” said Shanaya, shakily stepping out of her assistant’s car into the parking lot. She was glad when the words left her mouth; she had not thought her current state could speak. “This is not a part of your job.” And yet you play my driver every other day, she thought to herself sullenly. “No trouble for me,” Shaheer replied, his voice cautious. Locking the car, he fell in easy, slow steps beside her. "Both of your houses are on my way to the office, so it's really no problem at all," he emphasized. He was nice to her all the time, perhaps because he thought that was expected of him. Shanaya had never seen even a hint of irritation, anger, or frustration on his face. She had no clue how real he was with her. There was also this thing she had never managed to get past: her bad luck with driving in general. She had been in a car wreck, failed her driving test twice, and had to send her car for repair every month. Even now with a new car, nothing about that had c
Dhruv did not greet her back, instead choosing to silently study her office. He walked around, tracing his fingers over the bookshelves and paintings hung over the walls. His eyes drifted back to her, taking in her outfit. “That,” he said, pointing a finger at her, “does not match the place.” Dhruv was the last person she needed to point it out to her. “Doesn’t it?” she pondered, pretending to be unaffected by his words, and walked to her desk, her handbag slipping off her shoulder. “You look very out of place as well. How did you even get in? Did you lose your way?” “I’m just where I want to be,” Dhruv mumbled, low enough almost to go unheard. Then he skeptically looked at the hoodie he was wearing, his lips twisting into a frown. “You want me back in a suit? Are you hoping to make a client out of me?” “One of those things will be very profitable for me,” she claimed, and noticed the twitch of his lips, but before she could see his smile, he looked away. Suddenly, the truth Shan
[DHRUV] “We’re going shopping together.” Dhruv could not tell if he was surprised by Shanaya’s words. It felt like an odd thing to do, but his sister was going to be a part of the Arora family, so it only seemed fair that they got to know each other better. He briefly recalled that one time when they were too young, Kirti had cut off some of Shanaya’s hair out of jealousy. They were on the playground—babysitting Kirti and Neil—and Shanaya had been too immersed in recounting every moment of her trip to Paris. Then, his little sister had got her hands on a pair of scissors and chopped off a chunk of Shanaya’s freshly dyed hair. He had only realized it when they were walking back home. He had expected Shanaya to lash out at Kirti since she was that sort of person. But instead, Shanaya had appeared in class the next day, flaunting her new short hair. But he had noticed her puffy eyes, although he could not bring herself to ask her about it. “Dhruv?” he heard Shanaya say softly, dr
Even long after Dhruv had left, Shanaya's heart would not slow down. She paced around the room, taking deep breaths but her hands were trembling slightly, denying her unspoken pleas. She wiped the sweat of her palms over the coarse fabric of her trousers.The lie had come quickly to her mind, but before she realised what an awful one it was, Dhruv had already heard it from her. His reaction on finding out she would be spending time with Kirti had been somewhat unexpected. He did not look happy, but even if he internally opposed the idea, he did a good job of hiding that. “It’s alright,” Shanaya tried to assure herself. Sighing loudly, she slumped back into her chair. “It’s okay. It’s absolutely fine.”She wondered if telling Dhruv the truth would have really been a bad decision because the way she felt after telling that lie was a feeling she did not like. After the events of the previous night, something had changed between them—no matter how much she despised accepting that—in mor
Sitting across Shanaya in the cafeteria, Kirti giggled again. After buying all the things from Ikea Shanaya was sure she did not need, Kirti had decided to get some pizza. She took Shanaya to a cafe in a remote corner of the city. It was not grand or fancy but it was cozy—just what Shanaya wanted. Now they had been sitting there for two hours, slowly munching on the slices of pizza they had ordered. Kirti slurped her milkshake before sighing. She began, looking into the distance, “I always knew you were cool. Damn, I wish we did this before. I mean, I admired you from afar. And there were times when I was so jealous of you. But now look at us! We’re going to be family soon.”“I can’t wait to welcome you into the family,” replied Shanaya with a smile. She knew she meant what she said. Kirti had always been dear to her. She was her highschool sweetheart’s little sister after all. Kirti smiled back at her, a gleam in her doe eyes. Then it faded all of a sudden, and she sighed loudly.
One, two, three… breathe. The world was a blur and there was a strange buzzing in Shanaya’s ears. It faded away to silence only to rise in amplitude again. She could hear her heart beating wildly in her chest.You have to breathe. Shanaya turned around the steering wheel and hit the brakes. The hazed traffic light changed from red to green and the car moved again. Kirti was saying something but she could not hear her. She was only thinking about her brother. I can’t lose him, she thought to herself. He’s the only one I have. Somewhere along the way Neil had called again, telling her that Ahail had to be taken to the hospital. Her mind had then begun spiraling, horrid images flashing against her inner eyes. Neil would not tell her what had happened but she could sense that it was something very grave.I can’t lose my only brother. Please, no.She sighed loudly, realizing she was holding her breath again. That was helping her keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks. She straig
“You scared us,” said Neil, rubbing the sides of his temple. “At least you don’t have a concussion.” Letting out a deep sigh, he slumped into the cold metal chair beside Shanaya. They were seated in the brightly lit waiting room of the hospital and the air was thick with the smell of antiseptic. Shanaya tried to avoid acknowledging the smell. Instead, she pressed the back of her head, the part which was now sore from the recent fall. She had fainted. She had actually fainted.Shanaya recalled the last time it had happened—about eight years ago, on the day of her mother’s funeral. She had put in too much of her to hold back tears and when she could not anymore, she had collapsed. It had been a while since she had regained consciousness. Kirti had then left to get her some coffee, and Suhala was inside the room where Ahail was admitted. And all Shanaya could think of was how she had fainted. Her family had needed her then and instead of being there to support them, she had ended up b
Shanaya stared at her cousin in disbelief, wondering how that stupid thought had entered his mind. Neil’s hands were trembling, his gaze unsteady. He clasped his hands together and sighed loudly. “I hate this,” he said, looking at her. “I hate that all of this is happening to you… to us, right now,” she began, placing her hand over his. “But you can’t take the credit for it, Neil.” "But I feel responsible for all of it! Everything seemed okay until I..." Closing his eyes, he shook his head. His face twisted in a way, as if he was trying to hide all the pain he was feeling. “I’m not blind, Shanaya. I knew he'd be against this decision but I had no clue just how he would protest against this. Last night, he destroyed his room. I’ve never, ever seen him that furious. He called me a traitor. I betrayed him… that’s what he said.” There was a brief pause before Neil continued, “I made him feel all of that rage. And today, he’s in the hospital. Tell me how can I not blame myself?” Shana