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Manik Malhotra, a senior in the school run by Nyonika Malhotra, seems to have everything a teenager can ask for: life-defining friendships, a free pass to escaping trouble and a fashion empire title - "Mal...
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Cabir
I reshuffled the clothes in the washer, balancing the load for an optimum performance first thing in the morning. I stocked it to the brim with my unwashed garments that I had grabbed off the rolling chair in my room back home. I mean, really, who doesn't? I pushed the 'Start' button that didn't move the rotor. Maybe there were too many clothes!
Pamela knocked once on the door but didn't bother waiting for my reply before making her way in. It wasn't until I pushed four different buttons and finally resorted to giving the reception a ring that I spotted her. To be honest, I did jump back at first. The least she could've done was asked before invading our space, but I figured she was that kind of a girl anyway, always trying to have things the way she liked! So perfect for Manik, honestly!
She made herself comfortable on the single bed in my room, which was actually Louis', who was in the shower. Blindly, in need of some help from women who knew what they were doing in their lives, hopefully, I sought her advice. "Hey, do you know how to get this washer to run?"
But she, running her fingers on the satin sheets, gave me a cursory look, to which I had to raise my eyebrows. What? "I was wondering, what exactly is the issue between Manik and you?"
Surprising how all of a sudden, she came up with that question! It wouldn't be totally naïve of me to pick on the hint that she was trying on Manik. Was she aware of Diyah, who still existed in Manik's life? I gently dodged the topic with, "Ah, it's a long story, hun!" and pulled my phone out of the pocket, to find a WhatsApp message.
*Cabir... is Manik with you?*
Though it was an unknown number, it didn't take me long to recognise who it belonged to. I was in two minds, whether to be honest with her or to let her be and leave it to Manik to decide what he wanted to do with her. I knew for a fact that whatever happened between the two of them didn't end well enough; she definitely needed him, she deserved that.
"Cabir... hey!" Not in a million years would I forget that voice. My blood shivered in my veins. I quickly turned around, sucking in a sharp breath. He was grinning wide. "Surprised to see me?"
It was hard to tell if I was dreaming or not. All my life, I had been waiting for that one chance to confront him, demand some answers, but all of a sudden, I had nothing to say. Somewhere, along those years, he became an unsolicited part of my life though he once meant the whole world to me.
Ironically, we were in the same corridor we used to sneak peeks of each other from, the floor where his office room was and where my classroom used to be. Back then, we had more to share than a longing stare.
I cleared my throat distinctly, earning a reminiscing whiff from him. "Actually, yes. If my memory is still intact, I last remember you blocking me everywhere." My smile was faker than the Kardashians'.
