Chapter 10: Chapter 10

I am all happy about completing my first work as an Author. I wish that in some world, in some dimension, this Sneha and that Raj exist and they live happily! These characters are emotions to me. Anyway. I wrote this book since I literally knew nothing about what is to be done about my crush.

While I'm lost in my deep thoughts, I have Sindhu entering the room and as usual, disturb me! "Akka, (Akka means elder sister) you know what I got to do today" she shouts as she is throwing off her back onto the floor and untying her hair to relax!

Sindhu is my younger sister, more than a best friend to me. My emotional dustbin! Anything and everything about me, she knows! And quite similar to our Sneha, in being silly while angry! Although I am just the opposite of Sneha or Sindhu.

"Akka, I got to do something new today. Something new, special." Quite blushing she continues "Special because I am in my teenage." She comes home really happy and is in a rush to pour it down. It seems to stay a secret from our parents.

I ask "Had been to a party or DJ?" But my question gets overridden.

She excitedly shouts "I see 'Happily, ever after!' on the laptop. Oh, so you are done writing your first book. Did you give it a title? Hand it over, I have to read it. Now!"

Myself in a warning tone "Shush! Softly. Don't shout." So, she closes the door, pulls another chair to sit right beside. As if in a hurry, she pulls the laptop towards her and prepares herself to start the reading. I immediately rush my hands over to Sindhu's, so as to pause her here for a moment, so as to warn her or inform her about something serious.

Do I have this face of something like 'pitying myself'? It seems so! But I am thankful that Sindhu isn't concentrating much on me. Else, I would have got caught.

Sindhu POV

I am all into the laptop, curious to find out what's in this story, what is in Sandhya's happy daydreaming, how well this Math teacher has done the job of being an English book Author. A pause again hurdles my excitement "Hey, wait! Hey, don't get judgmental. That I am in some love or something or have some crush or something."

I reply in a suspecting tone "Is it? Oh! Now that you are mentioning this specifically, I am now getting suspicious."

"I'm saying not to get suspicious."

I giggle back "You are stupid Akka! You did dig your own grave as usual! I am really suspicious now."

She bends her head down in confusion to say "I am just warning you not to be on cloud nine for me."

I curiously ask back "Is there someone? Anyone for you to be on cloud nine?"

Irritated Sandhya says, "No. No. That's what I'm saying. There is no one."

Sandhya's POV

Yes, I'm not saying the truth. I'm nervous. I don't like the fact that I have a crush on someone who does not care about me, but only flirts with me. I know, it does not serve any practical goodness in my life.

I am again getting lost in my world, but I hear Sindhu's voice say "Trust me, if you just sit like this in front of this very laptop and that very Microsoft Word, you will spend all your romance with this same laptop and that same Microsoft Word, writing stories! At least say dad a yes, he will find you a 'man piece'!"

I shout "Shut up. If you cross limits, I won't let you read."

"Right, so what will you do with this book if you won't let me also read it? You decided to keep it a secret. And I don't understand why! And how? How can you keep your pride as a secret? Where is the pride in there? Pride has to be proudly showed off!"

"Forget about what I'll do with this. We will think about it later. At least, you read it. You are right, I definitely want you to read."

Giving a slight jerk to her hands that I am holding "Ok then, hand over my hands back to me, please."

"Again, I am saying, I've not written this with anyone in mind."

"I know you are not in love. You would have already told us. But crush??"

"Nope, just please read."

Sindhu has the laptop in front and me beside her. She is lost in every emotion written by me. I being the curious one about my very first book and its impact on readers am also all lost staring at her. To every emotion written over there, would be Sindhu's limbic system feeling it. And, some other part of her brain responding to it and making facial expressions.

As a result, Sindhu smiles; half-smiles; laughs; eyes glare; places the chin or her palm, and smiles adoring the story; hisses a 'wow' and everything. She enjoys it so much because Sneha is almost Sindhu's duplicate. She can feel herself inside the story.

An hour passes by. Sindhu is into the laptop and I am into her. This silence is also feeling this happiness between us!

After a while, Sindhu gives a jerk alerting me. And there goes my big smile out of excitement. This story is almost a demonstration of how much I love her. How much happiness I wish for her!

Sneha in the story is none other than Sindhu in my real life.

My little sister is smiling and laughing out of joy to say "Akka, I love it! I just love it. I can see myself in there. You wrote this imagining me right, wishing I would be so lucky and happy. Love you Akka! But I so very wish this comes true with you."

With a hidden disappointment, I reply, "I know right! It would be so good if it comes true for me. "

Oh no! I am not supposed to say that! I spilled those words being lost in joy. God, I should not be caught.

I turn my face down avoiding her but she continues "I taught you wrote this imagining me, not you. So, technically you must say this has to happen with me. But, you seem so excited about this story coming true with you." Tickling me "What's the matter Akka? Do you have anyone who loves you?"

No, she can't know anything about this confusing crush. I have to say something and cover it up! But, I am really bad at it. I stand up to escape looking at Sindhu.

"You are caught Akka. I know you, you can't lie to me. So, you are avoiding me, and trying to get away from me."

"Yes. Yes. Sneha is you. Can't you relate?" I argue.

"Yes, I can relate to most of it, but not to the secret picture. Now pour out the truth."

I resistantly spill these words softly "As if I am some beautiful Aishwarya Rai."

"Come on... Once more the same dialogue. I know you too have a few fans among guys. Anyway, you don't have to like him back. Just say, if there is anyone who took your picture. Who is that man who inspired you for this concept? We never had secrets, right?"

"Look, Sindhu. No one would need my picture, secretly or intentionally."

"Now stop getting onto my nerves. Just because some fool says you are ugly, you don't become ugly."

Walking towards the cupboards, I grab our blankets and shout at her "Just sleep. It's past 11 pm and dad sees lights on in our room, he will screw you up! He knows who among us is the good girl and who amongst us is the messy girl."

Both of us are angry at each other. We lie on the bed, as far as possible, facing the opposite! After a few moments, I turn towards her and I can see her in the mirror. As usual, her nails reach to her mouth and the teeth are helping her in biting them up! I am worried! It's the very first secret between us.

I don't want to say about the guy who inspired me to write the story, equally I do want to say. It's complicated! I'm worried about the consequences, and I equally believe he is not worth all that attention.

Sindhu's POV

I too had something thrilling to share with Sandhya. But, it just so happens that both our thoughts stay hidden, somewhere deep in there, inside our hearts! Also, worth a mention! Our bonding is much stronger.

Ten minutes pass by in the heated-up silence. That's our love. I am not able to fall asleep. And now my caring nature to her comes by to calm her down. I turn towards Sandhya, "It's ok Akka if you don't want to say. I am angry because you are so underconfident about yourself. I am even scared, there are one or two untold things between us." Comfortably rubbing my hair, "Hey why aren't you asleep?"

I sadly say" Of course, we fought, and..."

Smiling with assuring confidence Sandhya says "I am beautiful from the bottom of my heart. I know that. I have my confidence gone to nowhere. It's right here, with me!"

"Hold my hands Akka! It feels nice. I'll have happy dreams!"

"Yes, back to our happy sleep routine!"

We have this habit of holding hands and falling asleep together. It's our daily sleep routine. Dramatic right! Yes, we sisters are dramatic. Good night!

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