My brother's best friend

Chapter 29

Biggest shoutout to Tanvi Di who goes by the username of tanvimorye2. She played a massive role in deciding the plot of this chapter! Cheers to a very sweet person and an absolutely pure soul.

Things often do not go as planned. There are so many beings in the world, so many different phenomenons, so many events that might end up influencing the things you had previously "planned." And we make definite predictions don't we? But more often than not, those do not work out. Maybe that is the reason why saints and the intellectuals asked us to live in the present.

On a side note however, if anyone happened to be in Sameer Maheshwari's shoes, there was no way he/she could have ever predicted one Naina Aggarwal's behaviour. Not that he didn't try, mind you. He spent all his time and efforts to predict how their first face-to-face meeting will go once they finally see each other. In his daydream, he apologized to Naina all he could, tried to explain his stand to her, and Naina, the sweet, innocent Naina heard him out quietly. But his daydreams varied too. She was understanding in some, silent and calm in others, angry in a few, but nonetheless.....she was herself. Pure and innocent.

But there was no way he had ever predicted this version of her, the one which had nothing to do with him. Other than the bulshit "Ek dum bhadiya," she had uttered after he had somehow managed to corner her, she hadn't even glanced at him. It's like he didn't exist in the same universe as her anymore. He stole a glance of her again.

There she was, on the chair opposite him, huddled between Preeti and Munna, chuckling at his attempts to make her laugh. Pink salwar kameez, hair in a neat braid and a smile to kill for. No way she is a human. No way she was born between them, the others, the mere mortals. But Sameer stared at her baby pink jhumkas for bit longer. A-very-long-to-be-sane time. He couldn't help but compare them to the one hidden safely in the confines of his room. He wondered if these will feel the same in his hands, will have the smell as the one with him, will arouse him the same. He shook his heads to clear his thoughts and forced himself to dwell on other elements around her.The chowmine she had ordered was already cold by now, but she didn't seem to mind since she continued stealing a few spoonfuls here and there. The fingers of her right hand absentmindedly tapped the table, while the left was still busy in tucking away the few strands of her locks that escaped from her loose braid. But her Naina, the most beautiful orbs on the planet weren't complimenting the state she was trying to present. They were anxious and.....uneasy.

It was all fake wasn't it.

But he should give her some credit. Every part of her, except those beautiful eyes were doing their job well. Her eyes, her beautiful lovely orbs, had already revealed her secret. Maybe it couldn't have been a secret ever. Not to him anyway. He very well knew, she was feeling opposite of what she was trying to show him.

But he didn't deserve to know everything about her directly. Not anymore. What he deserved was her anger, her slaps, her yelling.... everything. She can even murder him if she wants too. But just not this. Never this. He never wanted her this way, dying in the vincity of her own secluded heart. Inaudibly yet painfully.

He swallowed down a choked sob. He wanted to scream, wanted to shake her violently and knock some sense into her. She didn't have to pretend. He already knew. Chupaane se kuch nahi hoga Naina. Because more than often not, a silent heart suffers more painfully than a responsive one. Because Grief often seals the heart.
The only way to heal a sealed heart is to break the seal and shout it out.

But he can't say anything. He has to swallow everything down. His words would only break her further. He had already broken her trust, her heart....what if he ends up breaking her spirit?