Part 11

The bestie pair reached at the play area for kids. It's a caretaker house where working parents enrol their kids. Children here learn various activities and skills, because of its top reviews Riya involved her child Malishka when she's working now they are here at 7 pm to pick her up.

They wait outside, prisha being the epitome of calmness and A gawking Riya who just heard about the fact that Ishan and Prisha were besties during their teenage. But Pri told her there was something more that she wants to tell Riya. So they have decided to go to a famous Misal restaurant at the corner of the street.
Not much crowded and serene place to discuss serious topics.

Malishka came out, with her head down and was quietly crying holding the strip of her bunny bag.
Riya quickly went towards her daughter and wiped her tears, and started consoling her.
But when Malishka saw Prisha she instantly because joyful and jumped in her arms.
" Her mood changes faster than mine when I am on my period" Riya murmured to which she got a glare from Prisha.

" What happened Mallu, why were you crying before?"
Prisha said waddling her a little.

" One boy took away my unicorn eraser," She said with a pout.

" Ohh so it's just an eraser we can buy many such erasers let him take your used one "

" No Aunty but the thing is, his mother doesn't buy him one unicorn rubber because she thinks it's girlish and he loves unicorns, that's why he wanted one. And he snatched it away. "

" Too bad, but Mallu, you have to understand his problem. His mother doesn't buy him one that's why he snatches yours. He thinks of you as his friend and took it without any thought. If your mom doesn't buy you something what do you do?" She asked Mally wiggling her eyebrows.

" Aunty to rescue " They both laughed at this one.

" Same way, you do one thing, let him keep thay unicorn eraser but tell him that it hurt you and tell him to apologize. If he doesn't you snatch that thing of yours back "

" Deal," She said with a proud grin.

Riya just shrugged at the two. These two can be wholesome but Prisha can literally destroy your kid with her expenses. What will she do to her kid?

" Mallu wants to eat Misal Pav? "
Prisha kept her down. She yelled a big yes, which kept her quiet after getting those mom eyes from Riya.

They all walked a little and settled in the restaurant after giving orders Riya rubbed her hands and made Mallu occupied with her Phone.
" End the wait, tell me everything. Quick " Riya was so hesitant she couldn't waste any more time, after discovering such a big fact about her best friend she was excited and curious.

" Chill sis chill. Yeah, I am telling.
So we met in 6th when my adopter family moved to Patna, I was newly enrolled and my main motive was to score high grades here. At first glance, I made it out that he is the leader of Backbencher's gang when he broke the window glass of one classroom on the third floor.
I never talked to him, I thought he was a sporty idiot. "

" But when in 8th standard, he was already the talk of the town by playing city and district level of games and the principal gave me the responsibility to cover up his studies so he can score at least passing marks and complete his projects, since we lived in the same building, just different wings. "

" I literally denied the principal because I thought being attached to him will lead me to his guys bullying me, him bullying me, and people were already making a joke of me because I was a nerd"

Riya motioned her to continue further.

" But nothing like that happened. The principal convinced me by bribing me with my selection in a city-level competition, and I agreed instantly.
So yeah, I had to do his maths homework, science homework, English homework and everything. I expected him to write but I was already in this mess. That guy wouldn't talk to me once, just give me his books outside the school and off he used to go to play. "

" From copying from my papers in the exam he kind off completed his schooling till 10th.
But in 9th I developed a crush on this guy, maybe puberty did him well but I knew I had no chance because girls with specs, engrossed in studies, are not trendy. How can the star of school like her? Girls were crazy after him and all these made me irritated. Am I just a person who completes His homework? He could have made efforts to be friends instead, But No! "

" In 9th std things started to change. He used to rarely come to school and spend his utmost time practising. But in 9th he approached me to just talk. "

" What do you mean by ' just take," Riya asked feeding the phone-addicted five-year-old Mallu.

" I still wonder what that means.
He came to ' talk about life ' like how I am, and whether I would like to come and support him. I agreed and that was the best decision of my life. His team won and I jokingly asked him for a treat, and guess what he indeed gave me a treat. We went to nearby but Patna's top-rated restaurant to have Gujarati food"

Riya was lost in her story so was Mallu. She looked at both of the mother and daughter, they had the same expressions on their face. But Prisha, she was busy eating.

" Eat or else misal will cool down" she said stuffing the contents in her mouth. The story might be important but not as much as food.

" You continue with the story "

Prisha rolled her eyes at their command but she knows she has to because she started and these two want all the information, each and every detail then only they'll set her free.
What's shocking was, that Mallu is interested in such kind of stuff. She's too young but loves gossip.

Prisha and Riya started talking through their eyes. Prisha gazed at the still lying phone beside Malishka and Riya understood what she has to do.

" Baby, Shinchan has a new episode. Look" Riya gave the phone to her daughter who excitedly inverted her attention to the now-handed electronic.
She started watching some cartoon shit-Chan or Sin-chan something like that.

" I think those emotions of 9th standard are erupting again like a volcano.
The day I met him in the co-working place, heard his problem and became desperate to help him. I do wanna help him but I can't help myself stopping those feelings from arising again."

" I pity that poor guy, but again I think if it was me instead of Aditi, he would never be depressed or end up in this misery. Wouldn't he be happy?
He would get true love and support.  I never told those things to him due to my insecurities when I found out he was going for under 19, we were 17 back then. I let him go. He came to Patna only thrice and till then I was moved on from him and started to dig those feelings out and prepared for the Bar Council of India examination. But he's here again.
I seriously don't know what to do."

" This is not the right time to tell him I like him. He's into too much and I have responsibilities to look at. " Prisha went gloomy.

" How do you know you like him?" Riya asked her.

" Because I had this weird feeling called ' jealousy' when I saw footage of him with Riya that night. I saw the way he looks at her. One can easily make out from his eyes that he purely loved
Aditi and look what that rascal did to him. "

Riya kept her hand on Prisha's mouth stopping her from cursing any more. They looked at Malishka she was busy with some cartoon called Dora dora mon.

" Look sis, I don't know what's into Ishan's mind but I can guarantee you, he has a hatred for Aditi. Just a little or maybe more.
But he hates Aditi after her Betrayal and the things she did to him.
It's natural to feel hurt in this process but that doesn't mean he has the same love for Aditi he had before. Believe me, that guy needs time I am not telling you to just go and tell him how you are feeling, it will only make him more anxious and he will end up taking decisions he might regret.
Let him see you are worthy for him, Let him see how hard you fight for him, let him realize.. "

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