Meant To Be Together ?? |18+

Performance & Torture

I came out of my thoughts realising Mumma calling me.

Mumma: "where are you lost? Everything is ok na?"

Should I tell Mumma? No never don't you think of it Aashi. otherwise tomorrow itself she will bring a groom for you. Just keep quiet. My subconscious mind mocked.

"No mumma... everything is ok. I am thinking about my performance. Tomorrow is my college cultural fest."

Mumma: "Ohh yes...i know bacha...take rest properly, so that you look fresh tomorrow. I know you will give your best performance".

Papa: "My girl will always give her best in everything. Don't forget to tell our other two daughters Anaya and Maya to make lots of videos."

"Yes papa, they will ...don't worry about it". i smiled.

Papa: "Why are your cheeks looking too red bacha."

I paused. No...no my parents don't deserve to know about this. How can I forget about this.

Think of some excuse Aashi.

Where the hell my subconscious mind is now? Give me some ideas.

Why do you need me now ... huhh? Think yourself. My subconscious mind mocked.

Ohk sorry baba...now please help me.

"Tell them while practicing you fall down". My mind said

What a thought? I jerked this idea.

Do you have a better idea? My subconscious mind mocked.

Mumma: "where are you lost again? This girl! Aashi, your papa is asking you something... how did your cheeks get bruises?

"While practicing I fell down mumma. I will apply ointment...don't worry." I said In a hurry

Mumma: "Dhyan kaha rehta hai is ladki ka. Come and have dinner first then I will apply ointment ...take rest after that."

We are having dinner... talking about random things then mumma applied ointment on my cheeks.

After kissing my forehead, my parents went to sleep.

I lay on my bed, but there is no sleep in my eyes. Suddenly I remember the person who saved me. What was his name? He face me his card also... I sat on the bed and took the card from my study table..ohh this is his business card.

"He is a private investigator Vikrant malik of some boss. Who is his boss? God knows." I said in my mind.

" Should I call him this late at night? I want to say thank you to him only. It looks bad if i say that on a phone. I should thank him personally." I grabbed my phone and messaged him.

"Hello! Mr Vikrant?" I typed

"Who is this?" he replied

"Aashi sharma this side...the girl you saved today in the college canteen." I typed.

"Yes mam! How may i help you? Are they troubling you again?" he questioned.

Why does he sound like a weirdo? Leave everything, just say what i want to say to him.

"Actually...I want to meet you Tomorrow before my college cultural fest. If you don't have any issues can we meet?" I finally asked.

"Sure mam..as you say?" he replied

Why the hell is he calling me mam again and again? Tomorrow I will ask about his boss also.

I put my phone back and slept peacefully to wake up early.