Everything was fine, then and now. Six years ago, they were friends, but now one hates the other. A misunderstanding ruined everything six years ago, and now too, but the only difference is that he let her go then. Now he's adamant about making her...
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Damn.
F##k my life.
What did just happen?
How did I get myself in this situation?
How can I be so stupid to open the door without checking!!
How can I be so stupid to not remember that this is not my apartment!!
I had just opened the door of Karthi’s apartment and I want the earth to open up and take me in.
The shock and embarrassment that came with it is next level.
One it's Karthi's mother and sister.
Two, I'm shirtless.
Three, I'm standing in their daughter and sister's house that too so early in the morning.
I mentally groan.
"Aree Sir, aap kaha hai aur kisse baat–
(Sir, where are you and who are–)
I hung up the call immediately and slide it in the pocket.
Mrs. Kashyap now looks at me narrowed eyes, and hands crossed, Luke I'm a student who got caught trying to cheat in exam and getting scolded byba strict teacher.
And Akshali, Karthi's sister, gives me a mock tease look with a smirk.
I mentally pray for myself. Sigh. . . . . . Without exchanging any word, we settle down. We as in, Mrs. Kashyap and I sit facing each other while Akshali stands behind her mother, hands folded.
I try not to make any eye contact with her mother as I feel her gaze on me ever since she saw me in her daughter's apartment.
Her intense gaze makes me shift uncomfortably in my seat. I've never felt this uncomfortable and nervous in my life than I do now.
For anyone who looks at this situation from afar might say, it is a normal scenario, but this is anything other than normal.
"Kyu aaye ho tum yaha aur meri beti yaha rehti hai ye kese pata chala tumhe?" Her mother asked, shattering the uncomfortable silence.
Kya kahu me ab?
(What do I say now?)
Ke aapki beti ne mujhe bulaya!!
(That your daughter called me!)
Nhi nhi.
(No no)
As I think what to answer, I hear footsteps coming towards the living room.
It's Karthi.
I look at her mother who looks at her behind me, her eyebrows furrowed. Her sister also has her eyes wide, as her gaze follows her actions, I guess.
