Hii, I am back with a new story.
So here is the first chapter. Guys, I don't know how this chapter came out to be or whether you guys will like it or not.

Please leave a comment at the end so that I can get an idea of whether it was good or not. And secondly, it gives the motivation to keep writing and to continue with the story.

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Ishika's pov

Finally, it was lunchtime.

We all formed a line and made our way to our school's mess.

The plates were handed into our hands by the mess wale bhaiya.

When my turn came, a smile automatically landed on my face after seeing, that today was my favorite thing for lunch.

LEMON RICE and SAMBAR

I quickly filled my plate and went to my class row where my classmates were sitting.

As soon as I sat in my place the person sitting beside me shifted a bit to create some space between us so that we don't touch each other.

Her action was too hilarious, I could not able to stop myself from giggling. And just to irritate her more I shifted towards her so that my shoulder brushes hers.

Believe me, her face was worth seeing, but who cares I started eating my food because I wanted to eat more and I don't want the bell to ring before that.

My classmates were busy teasing her while side-eyeing me.

I just showed them my teeth and refocused on my plate. The food was so damn tasty.

"She is the one whom I am talking about. " I showed him my class photograph of class 3.

"Isn't she your friend Kirti?" Ivaan
asked, I nodded, and a smile automatically appeared on my face.

"But how did she become one, if she used to behave like this with you?

Didn't you ever feel sad that she used to behave like the way she did and tried staying away from you?" A frown formed on his face.

"Hmmm. I can understand where these thoughts are coming from." I replied while making a thinking face.

"I'll tell you something. When this incident happened we were in 3rd class, you know little kids.

For me, it was just like a little game where I loved to tease her whenever I want, it was not too difficult for me to understand that she doesn't like me near her."

After a long time, I was remembering those days.

"I hate it when someone behaves like that with me," Ivaan complains.

I pecked his forehead and made him lie on my lap, 'cause I know how it feels. Memories don't fade away.

"I understood that she used to run away from me because of the way I looked.

But at that time, I considered myself better than everyone. So my mind told me she is a stupid girl. Ignore.

I did the same. And yeah I still consider myself better than others except for the appearance, you know," I kiss him on the cheeks.

"Hmmm." He nods, but I can still see the curiosity in his jade eyes.

"Okay okay, I got it. I'll tell you, what happened. We were in class 8th when our teacher made us sit together.

Within a week she realised that
how silly she was to run away from me despite me being the best person she could ever meet.

let me tell you her exact words 'you are so good Ishika I really can't understand why they don't talk to you.

And after that, we became friends well not the best ones but still, we are."

I try imitating her skipping the part that we don't talk anymore.

I stifle my laugh seeing the expressions on Ivaan's face.

"Okay okay. That's enough for today, now it's your bedtime, you'll have to get up early tomorrow." I pat his bottom while making him stand from the couch.

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After reviewing all the locks of the house I finally plopped on my bed, making sure not to disturb Ivaan.

Today was a long day.

I am trying to sleep but it feels like I won't be able to any time soon.

I didn't even realise wheny thoughts flew back to the memories of my school days.

I will never be able to deny the fact that school time was the Golden period of my life. No worries, no tensions, No judgmental comments. Just me and me mischievous deeds.

I was a loner from the very start but never by choice. Atleast in school.

It took me 9 years in that place to start having a cordial talk with my classmates, you know like a friend.

They were good no doubt but they already had friends, so definitely who is going to talk to me?

You all might be thinking why all of sudden I started this friend's topic.

Nothing is sudden, it's just, that today was one of my many so-called friend's birthday.

It might sound a bit cringey but don't mind. So like usual I wished her on my insta story and called her too.
During my free time when I was randomly checking the stories, I noticed that she reposted everyone's post but not mine.

Well I know it sounds childish but it just made me feel dejected.

I mean I try so hard to maintain a bond between us. But people just mercilessly walk over me. Leaving me alone, wondering where the hell did I go wrong, I was trying so hard.

And it hurts. It hurts like hell.
You know the feeling When you realise that you failed, once again.

I know these things are not important, but they actually are and it's importance you only realise when you receive a piece of good news or you are feeling down and you don't know with whom should you share your feelings with.

I am 24 years, I have a stable career, a family, and a house to live in. I am happy no doubt. But there is still this emptiness that I feel after they both left me, my best friend, parents of Ivaan. They were the best people you could ever come across, however they came to this world with a very short life.

Suddenly I felt a salty taste seep into my mouth, forcing me out of my mind.

I wiped my tears, hoping one day I'll meet a person who'll never leave me and accept me the way I am.

Author's pov.

Ding. Ding

The doorbell of the house rang. A groan slipped out of Ishika's mouth as soon as the voice reached her ears.

"Gosh, I told these people to either take the keys with them or just stay there. But who listens to me, at least not them...." She went to open the door while muttering things

"How much time does it take for you to come from your room." Her Chachi spoke, pushing her aside and entering inside.

"I was sleeping," Ishika mumbles silently.

"Bahane ban valo bas iss ladki se. Aalsi Kahin ki." Her dadi scolds her.

She kept mum, keeping her head low, trying her best to focus on the marble designs, which she has noticed don't know how many times.

"Now why are you standing here? Go to your room." Dadi speaks.

Ishika was about to leave for her room when her chachi stopped her.

"Listen, from tomorrow start taking regular appointments from the parlor. We met our family pandit at the wedding so we asked him to start searching rishtas for you."
she says.

"Just hope those creams suit her face. All the past treatments just caused acne on her face. Don't know how anyone will become ready to make her their daughter-in-law after seeing her height and complexion." Her cousin Riya mocked her but got scolded by Sharda.

Tears made their way out of her eyes after she heard her own cousin mocking her.

God, I don't know what is written in my fate and who will even marry me, but please please just get me out of this house. I really can't handle any more mocking.

Ishika prayed to the almighty.

Well God has its own ways to test you. But in the end, he'll always take you out of my miseries. That's the only hope which keeps us moving on.

To be continued...

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