Anvi
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As soon as we reached home I went straight inside my room without even sparing a glance at Nikhil. I didn't want him to witness my state as I was not ready for the questions he might ask.
I changed my clothes, went into the shower, and stood under the cold water for a while. I wanted to calm myself. The revelations had shaken the ground within me, had distorted my already disrupted peace.
Why did Mom do that? Why?
My head was throbbing in pain and even crying in the shower didn't help. After a few minutes when I thought I might catch a cold if I stay longer in the shower I got out and changed into my nightwears. My hair was still wet and I didn't let it dry.
I sat into the balcony and let the cool breeze show it's affects on my hairs and as well as on me.
"Anvi" I heard Nikhil.
Oh Shit! I ignored him and he was here to check up on me. I was just hoping he wouldn't ask me anything about what happened
Anvi************"Nikky, if I get any complaints from her, I will beat you with my new Prada heels." Grandma scolded Nikhil, making everyone chuckle instead of Nikhil Arora, who gulped in fear hearing her."This moment needs to be recorded," said Nirvana before taking out his camera and making the video of the scared form of my husband while grandma was giving him instructions on how to treat me."Shanku, enough. It's my turn now," said Dad. I had thought he will hug him and say some words of affection. Like I had anticipated he did the same but with me and to Nikhil he gave strict instructions regarding me."Di, are you sure you were born in our house?" Arpit questioned."Why?""Because I feel you have always been an Arora." I agreed to Arpit as they all love me like their own. Everyone was sad not because their son was leaving them but because their newly found daughter was leaving. I felt bad for Nikhil and decide
Anvi******Till I reached Nikhil's house, I was exhausted. My mind was drained of energy as even if I didn't want to, it kept thinking about what happened at the airport in India.To my relief, I hadn't had to share a room with Nikhil. Neither of us was at that stage of our relationship where we would live in the same room. It might take months or maybe years for us to reach that level. I had no idea whether we would be able to work on our relationship or not.I didn't want to strain my brain which was already tired and decided to sleep peacefully in the room adjacent to Nikhil's. I wasn't hungry so I denied Nikhil's offer of dinner.Since I never slept in an all darkroom I didn't switch off the bedside table lamp before sleeping.Tiredness took over me and I slept when my head hit the pillow.**************Nikhil**************A lot was going on inside my head and I wasn't able to comprehend how to deal with t
Anvi******"Why does he own such a big house, Di?" I questioned Mrs.Chetna whom I have started to call Di as she was older than me while sipping the luscious hot coffee prepared by her."He is planning to bring all his family here in London itself," she replied, taking a seat beside me in the garden of the house."That's very thoughtful of him. Otherwise, I have seen people who don't care about their family once they stand on their feet." That was a fact that I stated. Nikhil did have great thinking."Nikhil is different. He thinks of his family's needs before he thinks of himself."Chetna Di had a proud smile as well as admiration in her eyes for Nikhil. He indeed was someone intriguing that I was thriving to know more about him.I was enjoying the hot coffee thinking whether to ask Chetna Di if she had switched off the lights of my room last night when I heard her calling me, "Anvi.""Hmmm.""Last night Nikhil told me
Anvi******"Hi." My heart jumped out of my chest but when I saw the familiar face I took a breath of relief."What happened?" Nikhil asked and took a seat in front of me. His eyes were filled with concern"Nothing, you scared me," I replied by placing a hand on my heart to calm my accelerated heartbeat."Weren't you expecting me here?""Why would I?" I asked not getting what he meant."Damn! That hurts," he exclaimed, putting his hand on his heart. I was amused by his reaction.I knitted my brows looking at him when he said, "Now I am not even a barista in your eyes. Oh poor lord what have I done to you that my wife neither considers me a businessman nor a barista."That's when the reality sunk in. I was sitting in Keepers Cafe which was his. My eyes widened and I felt embarrassed."I am so sorry. I..I actually forgot that it's Keepers Cafe. I am really sorry." I stuttered."Hey...hey. It's totally fine. Y
Nikhil******I used to be a bully once, back in school. With time I realized how evil my actions were, how someone was hurting because of my act. I stopped when my conscience stopped supporting me. I stopped when my alter ego loathed me. I stopped when the girl I used to bully was nice to me despite my evil acts.That was the first time I felt ashamed and changed for good. I wasn't the same person anymore. I vowed never in my life I will ever hurt a soul.But all my vows, my promises were nothing when I realized I had again hurt someone deeply, such that she was not ready to even see my face.It was one in the night and I was in my car in front of Dia's house like I had been doing for the past four nights. After office, I had been staying outside her house in my car just to seek her forgiveness. But she had never once heed attention.She was hurt and her actions were justified. She was not to be blamed, I was.My trance broke when so
Anvi******"Anvi, this is last.""No, please Nikhil, I can't." I shook my head vigorously putting my left hand on my mouth."Don't be a kid and eat it now," he said sternly."Nikhil, I am already full. I will not be able to eat one more bite.""Anvi, this is last." Since my hand was hurt Nikhil was feeding me and in another way, I was at a disadvantage because Nikhil tricked me to finish the whole big bowl of vegetable stew. Undoubtedly it was delicious but my stomach got full eating the half bowl only yet he didn't stop feeding me."You have been saying it for the past ten minutes," I complained. With every scoop, he was lying that it was last but the truth was something else."Yet, you fell for it every time. Didn't you?""Please." I pouted. My stomach was about to burst. I was cursing myself in the head for my carelessness that led to my accident."Fine, then. I will tell your nickname to everyone at home."
Author******"Let me pay," said Anvi, snatching the packet of wafers she had picked from her husband."No, Anvi, I will pay." Nikhil retorted taking back the packets."Nikhil, I have bought this for myself I will pay." Anvi grabbed the packets glaring at Nikhil."So what? Anvi, you are my wife and it doesn't matter if I will pay for your stuff."Anvi got irritated hearing him and said sternly, "Nikhil, I will pay for my stuff and that's final."The couple because of their fight had gathered a lot of attention. Even the cashier couldn't dare to meddle."No, I will..." Nikhil was interrupted by Jai who was annoyed and pissed off watching two grownups fighting like kids over something which can never be considered an issue in his eyes."Shut Up!" Jai whisper yelled."Both of you move aside," Even Niharika's voice was strict.Anvi and Nikhil moved aside as neither of them wanted to make their friends anymore f
Anvi******I was fuming in anger sitting in my cabin. Anger took a good toll on me and as a result, my eyes welled up. Small things matter to me the most but Nikhil ruined one of my best things.I never expected such an act from him.Even though he has always been kind to me, his act was ferocious."Ma'am, I haven't received the new manuscript on mail yet.?" I heard the intern Leena who was about to assist me as my right hand was injured."I sent it to hell." I lashed out.She was taken aback for a moment and then questioned with concern"Are you fine?""Excuse Me." Without replying to her and excusing myself I went to the washroom to wash my tear-stained face.I had been collecting KitKat chocolate wrappers since I was five. It was Sara and my favourite chocolate. We had made a deal in childhood that we would collect the wrappers and would give them to each other on my twenty-sixth birthday. Even though we had stopped t