Chapter 57: Chapter 57

"The self is reformed from inside, the heart is reformed by love, and the soul is reformed by positivity." [Remo]

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[Remo]

My head pounds. I dug my face deeper in the pillow when I heard the door being slammed open, I knew who dared to open my door like that and I was in no mood to tolerate her today, not after having a depressing night. I hear the rustling of clothes as she peels the blanket off me. A weight dropped on my back, even though I was expecting it. It didn't mean the damage was less. The wind was knocked out of my lungs. I groan loudly to portray my discomfort when she settles on top of me, her tiny hands banging on my back as she musters all her vocal cords power to scream.

"Wake up Bhai. Wake up."

My head that was in haze before was now jolted awake. Thanks to my dear annoying sister who for some reason has taken the responsibility to wake me up every day even if it's a holiday.

"Fuck off Nina. Let me sleep." I mumble, digging my face further into the pillow.

"No, swear words Remo in front of her. She is a baby." Mom yells from the living room, her piercing voice almost reaches my eardrums in a bad way and I groan.

I tell back, throwing another pillow on my head so that their voices won't disturb my sleep. "She will know these swear words mom anyway. Why do you want to not let her hear it?"

"Shut up Remo. Do as I say, or you won't like what I will do to you." She yells back, throwing a steel utensil that makes me realize to not cross her at this time. Not wanting to be on her anger radar I whine.

"Ugh. Fine."

"What are swear words bro?" The culprit, my sister, asks and I immediately roll over groaning as I feel her settling on my waist trying to make herself comfortable. Her tiny legs are on each side of me.

Even though I didn't want to explain, knowing her she won't go away until I answer her. So I responded.

"It's a bad word. Nina. Hush. Go away. I want to sleep."

Instead of leaving me, She presses her small hands on my bare chest, giggling. The coldness of them makes me shiver. And I slap her palms away gently not wanting to hurt her.

"Ugh. Please let me sleep." I give her my best puppy look while whining.

She ignores my puppy face and says sternly. Her eyes were clear and filled with determination.

"No bro, you promised you would play with me today."

"Fine. I am up now, get off me." I sit up looking at her big doe eyes and cute pigtails. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and white shorts making her look adorable. Her black eyes glared into mine but what catches my attention is the jar of my chocolate in her hand. Sometimes, I hated her being the bundle of energy in the early morning.

My eyes move to my chest and I scream, the cold feeling I felt earlier was her palms were dipped in chocolate, and all thanks to her now my chest looked like someone had painted me with chocolate.

"What the fuck Nina. You dirtied me!"

She giggles, her eyes turning mischievous as she climbs away from me running for the door as if her life depended on it.

"Now you will take a bath before playing with me." She cries out in her soft voice. I groan before looking at the alarm clock on my nightstand. 10:01 a.m flash on the screen. My feet move towards the door on its record to catch her after realizing she had woken me up too early for my liking.

She, however, was fast enough to make it out of the door. I sigh looking at the bed that was now messed with chocolate stains. Running a hand through my hair. I mumble under my breath.

"Shit. Mom will kill me now!"

Taking out a pair of sweatpants and a towel I walk towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. As the water cascades down from my hair to the body, my mind returns to her. I haven't seen her face yet, but her words were enough to drive me crazy. Last night, for some reason I was unable to put my thoughts to rest no matter what I did. When after hours of struggling, I slept, my dreams were about her. For some reason, I imagined her face to be rounded. Cutely rounded, sort of soft on the chin, the eyes black and bright as they catch on my face. And then it fast-forwarded to her, begging me to leave her.

My vision blurs underwater and I remember how I almost ended up texting her if not for Raghav's call that stopped me just in time to do something I might regret doing. She judged me, but then immediately apologized.

'I don't know what to make out of it.'

'She is afraid of losing me.'

That's the only way her words would make some sense. I discovered she is an amazing listener and frankly honest about her thoughts. She judges quickly but apologizes even more quickly. I have forgotten her judging personality the second after she apologized. But I wanted to make her wait, I wanted to make her realize how important I am.

Yet the weird thing was who in this era treated friendship with so much sincerity.

Gosh! She sounds like love.

She sounds like the person I was!

A person is full of love, honesty, loyalty, and brokenness.

I was once that person, but then this world taught me to change. Because if I kept being that person I would always suffer.

'Ugh! She is messing with my head!'

'But she makes you happy.' My subconscious mind reminds me of my emotions turning into turmoil.

'Why does She make me happy?'