*Chapter 8*
"What"
I was confused by her words.I don't know.
"Nothing.Just wait and watch"
She dismissed me.Her lips slowly curving upside from the edges,a hint of smile but not a full blown smile.
"May I have your attention"
Ranveer's voice boomed from the speaker; he was standing at the centre with a mike in his hand.We all turned our attention to him.
"Well this party was originally planned for Tigers for winning the championship but as they came home the reasons kept on increasing."
A very rare smile graced his features.
"Okay.So here are they ,I am retiring from the Cricket board as well as from my company; the company shares are divided between my children so i am not CEO anymore"
Hundreds of whispers erupted listening to his news.He shushed them and continued
" Well next is,We have decided that the the team in WC will be led by Reyansh Singhania as captain"
I spit my drink, ohh this is so not happening.I got up from my seat and tried to reach him but a hand grabbed by hand.Kriya.She pulled me back and shaked her head in a no.
"And off course the homecoming of my only daughters.Okay guys I am done with my announcements now my Son would also like to make a announcement"
He laughed as Swayam came forward to have mike.Not even a single trace of sadness on his face infact he looked quite happy.Why??.
"Hello guys,well umm uh I am retiring, huh retiring is not a correct word but i am leaving the team"
What???.He was leaving thats what Kriya was asking him to do.I looked at her to see her smiling.What kind of a sister she is.I grabbed her hand and pulled up her with me in a corner.
" What the hell??"
She yelled ,her fierce voice that can melt anyone with fear did nothing to me as the matter of fact.I was caught up with rage.My friendship with Sway matter more to me
"Why did you did this??"
I asked her ,getting straight to the point.A rage building up in my mind.
"It was for his betterment"
Her calm and composed tone, provoked me.I was desperate to get a reaction out of her,even if it meant hurting her.Glimpse of old me resurfacing.
"Betterment.Yeah,destroying his career is for betterment.Wow"
i spar,still earning no reaction on her emotionless face.
"What kind of selfish sister you are??"
This was it.Something flashed in her eyes, pure rage forming inside her.
"Don't step in between ,when you don't know the way"
She was furious but i wasn't less.
"Talking in riddles haan, just to hide your selfish truth"
Her ears perked up and eyes burned in me.She caught my hand
"You wanna know the truth,wait i'll show you"
She dragged me to her car forcing me inside and slammed the door.
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Those were the most torturous 15 mins of my life.She was driving so recklessly that at each turn i literally felt my heart leaping out of my chest.God that was really terrifying.Finally we reached house, she got out of the car and forced me out to.Her hand still gripping my hand, she took me to sway' s room and opened his cupboard.I was standing just behind her ,seeing her rummaging through his cupboard.I wanted to say so many things but her anger kept me at leash.She sighed , i guess she seemed to found what she was looking.There were a few pictures in her hand.Landscapes, some were capturing nature ,rain and spring, wild animals and what not.
"Look, this is what Swayam always wanted to do.Photography.He was so passionate that you can never see him without his camera hung around his neck.Always clicking fingers"
Those were beautiful and when i say this i mean extremely marvellous,each picture telling a whole new story.He wanted to be a photographer, then why he chose cricket.I looked at kriya to fire my next question but she was lost ,up in her thoughts as if reminiscing old memories.I felt guilty, an unknown feeling weighing me down.I have done wrong.
"Sorry"
I muttered not meeting her eyes,my head hung low,ashamed.
"I was afraid that mine and his friendship will be destroyed.I was insecure.I-i -i"
I told her earnestly although stuttering a bit at the end.I wasn't comfortable in discussing about my insecurities but i told her.She looked at me,the fury was gone and replace with some thing else ; indescribable.
"I know.You surely have a big reason to be insecure"
She said still looking at me as if analysing me.Does she know??.I feel i can share everything with her.
"Wanna go back to the party"
I asked her kind of avoiding her statement.
"Nah.I hate parties.Lets go to my room otherwise swayam will flip"
She exclaimed and dragged me to her room.What's with all this dragging huh.
Her room was changed,completely changed.No pictures,painting.Nothing.She removed them i guess.
"Woah.It is changed"
"Yeah"
" Hey umm listen"
Okay so i was going to say something
"I think we started with a wrong foot.Lets me introduce myself again.I am Rey"
I said,i really want to know her, be friends with her.Sometimes it seems so easy,talking to her.She is just like that.
"HmmmRey.I am Kriya"
She smiled at me finally accepting my friendship.woah how hard i tried to be her friend.
She sat on the floor,stretching her legs,her back supported by the wall.And signalked me to do the same.
"So now as we are friends.Tell me something about you Mr.BadBoy"
She still calls me that and now i guess i have also developed a liking toward this name.It dosen't provoke me now.
I guess it was my time to confess something
"Well i have a Mom,who currently is in hospital cause she is suffering from leukemia"
There i said it.It wasn't hard talking to her while if it has been somebody else i wouldn't have thought about uttering a single word.
I stared at her waiting for her reaction.
"Oh.So how often do you meet her"
She asked.I was surprised by her question,she didn't sympathize me like others or used the words like'i can understand' She was definitely something else.
"Once in two days if i am here in Mumbai"
"Hmmm"
A sudden weigh on my shoulder got me out if my thoughts, her head peacefully resting on my shoulder.A burning sensation erupted in me.Her beautiful face without a trace of frown looked majestic
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