War of Love

Chapter 23

I rolled and rolled and rolled. But nowhere in my mind I could find an ounce of sleep though my body was superbly tired.

I was squinting my eyes in the dark looking around the room while lying in my bed. All I wanted was a carefree and happy vacation with my family but it turns out that it's going to be a disaster at this rate.

I pushed the duvet away and sat leaning over the bedstead folding my arms. The conversations I had with my dad came flooding to my memory.

It was my sophomore year just before I was about to leave to London. He had made me promise that whatever happens I will not fall in love. He promised me all the freedom in the world but without this one exception. At that time, it didn't matter much to me as I was only eighteen and my mind was completely in the studies. Getting a boyfriend was the least of my worries. So, I acknowledged his promise. Making my father happy was my number one priority.

But now, I am an adult. For God's sake I am twenty-two now. Though I love my parents dearly, you cannot stop your heart from liking someone. Just when I thought that my life was in control, it is spinning like a top.

And the thought of getting engaged to someone is driving me mad. After six months of hardship, we have progressed to a decent step in our relationship.

There comes another dilemma, should I even call what we have a relationship? He kissed me and told me that he likes me too. But we didn't bring about the topic of boyfriend or girlfriend. Is he thinking that calling me as such is immature?

Last night after spending some time in the balcony I moved to my room to find my phone ringing continuously. All of my friends have sent me texts. I decided to ignore them as of now. I shall deal with them tomorrow. I had one text from him too.

And after all this chaos my heart still plummeted by the sight of his name. So, I opened it cautiously.

"Hope you have reached safe and sound! Good night, Ishaani" He had texted me. And I couldn't help but grin widely by looking at it.

"Yes. I shall call you tomorrow when the situation is good. Sweet dreams" I replied back and shut my mobile.

My thoughts came back to the current situation. And what is with this Ranveer? Didn't I tell him clearly that I am not interested in any kind of relationship with him? I cannot be upfront about having a boyfriend or even being in a relationship either.

For now, I will try my utmost to let my family know discreetly that I am not ready for any kind of agreement. And try to spend this vacation as drama free as possible. With that determination I tried to go back to sleep. It was not until three in the morning I finally drifted off to sleep.

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A loud groan escaped my mouth as I woke up in the morning. Probably because I didn't have a good night's sleep last night. I felt very tired and cranky.

A thick scent of incandescence sticks hit me in all directions as I was rubbing my eyes. Another groan escaped me as I realized that they are having a pooja at home. That would explain the tinkling of the bells.

I love attending pooja's but today I am not really in the mood for any kind of meditation. I cannot escape from it though as its already ten in the morning and my mom would kill me if I don't show up.

Pushing myself out of the bed, I took a long shower. Then I rummaged my things to find a decent kurthi to wear. My hands itched when I saw the jeans and shirts. But my mom's murderous glare avoided me from them. So, I ended with a mustard yellow long kurthi and paired it up with a white legging and a white shawl. I braided my hair sideways and pulled my ever-used silver bangles on one hand.