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Cursing at my short attention span, I ran down the stairs on my heels. God, I swear, if they weren't so pretty to see I would have murdered the person who created them! The hotel staff and other people who were in the way, looked weirdly at me. Some even had guts enough to shout, "have you gone crazy!?!"
Well, guess the joke was on them. If I had enough time, I would have gladly replied,'I was born crazy.'
I reached the floor where the elevator had opened and was already closing. Further down the hall, I saw the yellow gown of Anjali's flapping against the floor as she disappeared around the corner.
I ran after her, wanting to shout her name. In fact, I did shout her name but it fell on deaf ears. I turned around the same corner when I collided into a hard body. The soft fabrics of his suit brushed against my skin. His strong cologne shouted pure manliness. He was tall and well built. I withdrew mumbling a 'sorry' to resume my chase after Anjali but a lightticksoundof something breaking, filled the air. My right wrist even felt a slight tug in the movement before it was free again.
I looked up just enough to see the beautiful brooch above his breast pocket had just lost one of its delicate chain-links by getting tangled into my bangles but he didn't seem to notice it as he rushed away towards the elevator. In a swift glance, I noticed one of his cufflinks looked similar to his brooch.
I frowned at the nagging feeling that wanted me to follow after the stranger or at least look his face. The only thing I could see from here was the poised structure that he used to rush to god knows where.
It was just a silly little feeling, right?
Shaking my head to clear all the thoughts, I turned around to chase after Anjali who I had lost sight of. Crossing door after door, cursing myself for easily getting distracted with small things, I came to a stop when the weeping sound could be heard from the behind the door.
"Anjali?" I called out cautiously as I entered the washroom only to find a mess of my cousin.
"Rynah?" She immediately tried to wipe her tears that had strained her face.
I covered the gap between us and pulled her into a hug, "what happened Anju? Why are you crying? Are you okay? Did something happen?" I was already showering her with questions.
"Rynah!" She hugged me back before crying her heart out.
"Hush... everything is going to be already, dear. Everything will be fine," I rubbed her back trying to calm her down. Her breathing turned ragged as she withdrew a bit and started talking, "we had a banter which soon turned into a heated argument. I was so pissed at him that I said I never wanted to see his face again. He didn't deserve someone like me. And he just left, Rynah! He didn't care to contact me again! He just left like that!" She cried again. My heart broke for her. I didn't need to ask her who thishewas.
"What was the argument about?" I asked her causing a funny expression to cross her face, "it's about nothing."
She avoided looking into my eyes.
"It's not ‘nothing’, Anju. What was it about?" I asked looking at her as she looked away, completely avoiding my gaze. Immediately, understanding dawned over me.
"It was about me, wasn't it?" I asked her making her eyes widen as she whipped to face me. That only confirm it, "it was."
Placing my hands over her shoulders, I spoke, "you didn't have to hurt yourself, dear."
"How couldn't I? He was questioningyourcharacter! How could I be quiet? He was talking all the nonsense that Ravi had spoken!"
I sighed feeling ten years older all of a sudden, "everyone keeps talking about new gossip, Anjali. When it turns old, it dies. For something that was going to die, you simply hurt yourself. You should have let his doubt clarify by itself, he would have learned about the truth eventually."
She shook her head, "maybe I loved him. It did hurt when he left me just like that but I love you more and I shall not tolerate anyone speaking any rubbish about you. Let it be my friend or even my lover. I hate him, I so hate him for that!"
"Anju..." I had no words to tell. I just pulled her into another tight hug as my heart warmed and ached for her at the same time. The bond that we shared was irreplaceable and I was so glad that I had the honor to have a sister like her.
The ringing of my phone broke our trance. I could say that her mood had lightened up.
"New phone?" Anjali noted smiling a bit.
"Yeah, Asha had got one for me before arriving here," I smiled as I received the call with the caller ID flashing as 'Jerk'.
"Yes, how may I help you?" I asked professionally only to hear the annoyed voice of Viaan's from the other side, "where in the hell are you?"
"I am with Anjali. We'll be back in a few," I glanced at Anjali who was biting her lower lip worried.
"Come over to the room where we had the photo shoot. I made your parents believe that you are with me. Now don't make me wait, I am already losing my patience." With that, he ended the call leaving me to grumble, "jerk."
"Now who's this jerk?" Anjali asked with a furrowed brow.
"Who else? My one and only husband," I replied sourly.
