Chapter seventeen
"I'll be back soon. Vikrant"
Eknoor Kaur
It had been two days since he left with his family and friends. I spent my whole day in the house, talking to Bhabhi, my parents, and some relatives on call.
I went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare cold coffee for me. 'Kaise bataaoon' song was playing in the background in a loud sound as no one was at home.
Did you ever feel so happy when you're alone and in and around your house, like no one is there to stop you from doing whatever you want to??
I always wanted to live a life like this. Life full of fun and happiness. Do whatever I wish to. Without caring about the future, the past,.
My phone rang, making me curse at the person who called me. 'Kaira'. why is she calling me? Vo bhi video call. I answered the call and played music in the background again.
"Hey, Kaira," I said as I walked towards the fridge. the fridge without looking at her on the phone. the phone. She didn't answer. I looked at my phone and saw Vikrant. What is he doing?.
"Kaira, did you do plastic surgery?" Isaid this said this while searching for coffee packets. Trying not to look at him. Because I know I'm not looking less than a mess.
"It's me. Vikrant. I want to talk to you, but my phone is dead. So, I called you on Kaira's phone. " He rolled his eyes.
"Okay," I smiled and started preparing coffee. He didn't say anything. anything. "Bolo bhi ab kyu call Kiya tha?"
I looked at him. He was staring at me silently.
"Kab aa rahi ho vapis?" He asked, "Pata nahi." I answered and started singing the song that was playing in the background, 'Tinku jiya.
I danced while shouting lyrics. Without caring about someone watching me,.
"Eknoor..." He laughed as I did something weird. I smiled sheepishly at him. The song changed, and 'Dil toh bacha hai ji' started playing.
He smiled widely and started singing that song, making me giggle at him. He sings so well. He made faces while singing, which made me laugh at him. He's cute.
"Dil toh bacha hai ji." He sang as he placed his hand over his chest, where his heart is. I chuckled, "Mujh se jyada dramatic tum ho." He smiled widely and lean back to his chair.
"When will you come back?" He asked the same question again: "Yaad aa rahi hai meri?" I amusedly looked at him. He didn't say anything but kept looking at me.
"Bahut," he whispered and smiled.
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"Mumma, I'm going out for sometime," I shouted as I was hurriedly descending stairs. "Don't do something that will lead you into trouble," Mumma said, making me roll my eyes.
It's 8 o'clock at night. I walked here and there. I was getting bored sitting inside the room. I spotted a few kids. Not kids. Teenagers.
I walked towards them. "Helloo bachoo..." I shouted and sat beside a girl. They looked at each other and then smiled at me. They were all Punjabis like me.
"Class?" I said, "We are all in 10th, didi." A boy said and slightly smiled. I nodded. "Padhna nahi hunda?"
(Don't you guys study?)
"Just having fun here," a girl said, nervously laughing. They were five kids. Teenagers, I mean. 3 were girls, and 2 were boys.
"Great. Mazze karo, ehi din baad vich yaad aange." I said yes and ordered ice cream from a nearby shop.
(Have fun; one day you'll remember these days.)
They chuckled and nodded. "Didi, your class?" A boy asked. I frowned and looked at myself. I'm not that short. "Do I look like a student to you?" I asked. He nodded.
"I completed my studies a few years ago. I do my job and handle an orphanage." They smiled, and a guy arrived with an ice cream cone.
"Bring five more cones of ice cream," he said, nodding and walking away. I passed ice cream to a girl who was beside me.
Everyone tried to protest, saying that they didn't want anything. But who can win in front of me? I spent a few more hours with them and went back to my home.
I opened my phone and checked messages. I saw Vikrant message me something. I opened our chat and read it.
I miss you. Please, come back. My world will collapse without you. You're a star in my empty night sky.
What the hell happened to him? Is he okay?
I'll be back soon. Vikrant.
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