"And you will get paid for it!" Anya completed the sentence with enthusiasm. Dia blinked her eyes a couple of times but had a steady gaze on her cousin. She didn't move neither did she say a word, also she had a long face. On the contrary, Anya who was standing had a broad smile on her face. Dia's reaction made her sit on the chair. "What happened? You didn't like the idea? Wait, you cannot bake cakes?"

"Of course I can," Dia's ego said.

"Then?"

"I will bake it for his mother and for your friends but I don't want to do business with it."

"You don't want to do it?" She shook her head. "Why not?"

"I don't want to."

"You don't like doing that?"

"No!"

Anya could say she was being rebellious. It was evident in her behaviour. Anya failed to understand why. She didn't even know why she gave up arguing. Unlike her nature, which was to argue at anything and everything possible. Like two kids fighting, with their long faces, they sat in two different rooms. They did not say a word to each other but both felt like they fought for an hour.

She was in her room while Dia was in the living room. Dia had TV to engage herself in and Anya had four walls. After idly sitting for some time Anya pulled out her phone to keep herself entertained.

You there?

She messaged Himani. Then while waiting for her reply she checked everyone statues. She rolled her eyes when her twelve-year-old cousin posted a quote about life. She could not help but think, let your life begin!

No

Himani replied. Anya folded her legs in Indian style before she started typing.

Dia did not react the way I assumed. In fact, she was rather angry!

Why is that so? Did something happen?

No!
She is just being stubborn for no reason.

What did she say?

She doesn't want to do that.

Why?

She did not say.

Ask her.

She is being stubborn.

Hmm.
Maybe ask her later.

Anya shook her head. Like Dia, she was being stubborn, too. She did not want a solution, she wanted to complain.

No offence but she is a big mood spoiler.
I was really excited.

Aw. Let it be.
I am sure she has reasons.

Even I have reasons, Anya told herself. She looked in the living room and found Dia engrossed in the TV. Anya crossed her arms and sat quietly. She did not want to use her phone. She was showing that she was angry. Unfortunately, no one was there to see it.

Her anger increased when she saw Kabir calling her. She did not wish to answer it but after a few rings as a reflex, she answered it.

"Yeah?"

"Can I borrow some money?"

Anya rolled her eyes. "Do you have to be that formal?"

"Yes or no?"

She clenched her teeth. She wanted to say no because she was angry not because she didn't want to help. But she knew he would not ask her again nor will take the money from her after a refusal. "Of course."

"Can you come down?"

"Come up," She disconnected the call saying that. She was angry and was not going to provide him with any kind of service. She stayed in the same spot again broadcasting her anger but soon she stood up and pulled out her home bank. She had a small purse hidden in her cupboard which had quite a lot of cash that she kept at home for emergencies. She instantly realised he had not given her the amount needed. She took her purse and went into the living room. She checked through the peephole which said no one was outside. She sat on the arm of the sofa where Dia was seated. Dia narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Anya waited and waited but no one knocked on the door. Ten minutes passed and no sign of him. She started thinking maybe she overreacted. Then she started thinking he overreacted. But as he needed help which was why Anya felt she should have acted wisely. But he needed help so he should have acted kindly, her mind was puzzled. After another five minutes, she opened the door with an intention to look around. The timing of her opening the door and the life opening was the same. She came out of the house and Kabir came out of the lift.

"What happened!?" Anya exclaimed loudly. Dia heard it and could not stop herself from running towards her. Her mouth opened a little when she saw Kabir. His left hand was bleeding near the elbow and above. His palm seemed hurt, too. His shirt was ripped a little and blood could be seen on his dark green shirt, not a lot but some. Blood all over him was in small quantity but he still did not look great. He was limping and Dia later realised he looked in pain. "What the hell happened?" Anya asked again but before that, she brought him home, closed the door, made him sit on the sofa and gave him some water.

"Lost control of my bike. I didn't see the oil on the road."

"I told you so many times to be careful! You don't ride it you fly it! You are an idiot! Why didn't you go to a doctor?"

"It's not that bad. I will clean it and then I am good to go."

"Good to go," Anya mocked him before going inside her room. Dia quietly stood near the door feeling bad for him. But they both refrained from acknowledging each other. It was awkward, though for different reasons, for both of them. A sudden doorbell made Dia hop in fear. She crouched on the floor and covered her face. Kabir stood up and Anya came back running. She pulled Dia up and made her go in their room. She then came back running when the doorbell rung again. She was about to open the door when she turned around and looked at Kabir.

"What? I should go in, too?"

Anya looked through the peephole to see who it was. "Watchman," She said turning around. "Thank you," She said to the watchman when he gave her the bill. She quickly closed the door startling the watchman a little.

"Sit down!" She exclaimed at Kabir.

She surprised him and went to the other room. Kabir slowly sat back on the sofa. Anya checked on Dia and after making sure she was fine came back. She brought the first aid box with her this time. "Why do you rash drive!?" Anya exclaimed while giving him the box.

"I wasn't rash driving."

"I know you, Kabir."

"And that's not going to help you."

Anya frowned. "What?"

"I will wash the blood first, " He stood up and started walking to the washroom. Anya walked with him to make he doesn't fall which made him roll his eyes. "Dia, please get the bottle of Dettol from that bathroom." Dia nodded her head and quickly left the bed. After a minute they were all gathered in the living room. "How much do you need?" Anya asked Kabir while he was treating himself.

"Three thousand."

Anya opened her purse. "You had this accident before or after calling me."

"Before."

"Why didn't you tell me then?"

"I don't know."

Anya narrowed her eyes. "Call Samar and tell him to pick you."

"No."

"Why not?" He didn't reply. "You fought with him as well?" Again no reply. Anya knew she was right. "Give me your phone."

"No."

"Don't be a kid!"

"My phone is broken, Anya."

"You called me."

"It slipped out of my hand after that."

"Idiot!"

Anya went back to her room when her phone started ringing. Kabir pulled his phone out of his pocket which was in three pieces. He kept it on the sofa. With his left-hand hurt, he tried to do everything with his right hand. He tried again and again and failed all the times. Observing all this, Dia moved forward and extended her hand. Kabir did not look up at her. His heart rate increased. He did not wish to be rude so he gave her his phone but without looking at her. She took all the pieces and put them together. She switched it on before giving it back to him. "Thank you." He said softly.

Dia nodded her head. "Is it working?" Anya asked, coming in the room.

"Looks like that."

Anya took the phone in her hand. It did not have any password so she unlocked it easily. Without permission, she called Samar. "Don't tell him!" Kabir protested so Anya left the room and went back to her room.

"Hello," Anya said.

It was quiet on the other side for some time before he said, "Anya?"

"Why do you sound scared?"

"Listening to your voice unexpectedly is scary."

"Very funny."

"Very scary."

"I will really turn this conversation scary."

"You are going to say you are coming home?"

"Coming to where you live? I said I will turn it scary for you not for me."

"Stop thinking about scaring me, worry about yourself. Your life is soon going to turn scary."

"Whatever that is supposed to mean. I called you for a reason."

"Of course you did. You took the pain of calling. There has to be a reason."

"Kabir had an accident." Anya heard a loud noise of something falling from a height.

"Where is he? Did he get hurt?"

"He is hurt but he is fine. I mean not fine but fine."

"How did it happen? Where is he?"

"My house. He was rash driving again."

"I never rash drive!" Kabir exclaimed from the living room which Anya ignored.

"I am coming," Samar said before he started running.

"That's why I called you. Don't tell your patents and worry them. He is fine."

"Ok," Samar disconnected the call saying that.

"Is he coming?" Kabir inquired when Anya came back in the room.

"Yes."

"Why did you call him!?"

"I wanted to annoy you."

"I can see that."

Anya narrowed her eyes before going to the kitchen. Like an elder sister, she wanted to feed him before letting him go. There was nothing prepared that he liked so opening the fridge she quickly went thought all that was available. While she was thinking of what to cook for her brother, he was feeling nervous and anxious. He had never been alone with Dia in a room. His feelings and the unfortunate tale around it made him feel uneasy. And Dia's constant stare did not make him feel any better. Dia was observing his left leg. When he had first entered the house his jeans had very little blood on it. But slowly as the time passed the stain kept increasing. She had a frown on her face and her heart was uneasy like her observee. When the stain reached his knees Dia thought it was wrong to keep him deprived of it. She at a quick pace moved towards Kabir. Kabir as a reaction to that moved farther away and almost fell on the sofa. Dia's eyes widened and she was startled. "Wh-what?" He asked.

Dia nodded her head," you are bleeding." She said confidently shocking both herself and him. When he kept looking at her pointed at his knee. He looked at it instantly while Dia turned around to stop herself from smiling. She found his's reaction funny. "Everything is bleeding," Kabir said to no one in particular. Dia turned around and said, "your knee." He looked at his right knee and found it spotless. "Not that one." She said before taking two steps towards him. He quickly looked up at her in horror and moved backwards. Though the reaction was milder than his first reaction Dia could not stop herself from smiling. "I-I am sorry," he said which made Dia chuckled. A doorbell saved Kabir from embarrassment as Dia quickly went to open the door. She cheerfully opened it and smiled widely when she saw Samar. "Quick," She whispered though it was not the intention. She opened the safety door and went to the kitchen to make way for him. He was at first surprised and forgot about his brother for a moment but he soon saw his brother and could not think of anything else. "Who is it?" Anya asked her. "Samar." She replied. "Did he fly here?"

"Samar, did you fly here?" Anya's sudden question embarrassed Dia more than their guest was a few minutes ago. Anya stayed in the kitchen for some time working on the food before she came to the living room. "What the hell were you doing?" Samar asked his brother.

"Nothing."

"Let's go to the doctor."

"I am fine."

"Kabir!"

"Don't start fighting," Anya said, "and close the door!" She quickly closed the door and looked at her friends.

"Tell him to go to the doctor, " Samar said Anya.

"I am fine."

"You are bleeding."

"No. Just got a few scratches here and there."

"Let it go for tonight and go tomorrow morning. Just get the first aid done for now."

"I like that idea," Kabir immediately said.

"You always like her ideas."

"Not anymore." Anya taunted.

"You no more make sense, " Kabir complained.

"When did she ever make sense?" His brother asked.

Anya rolled her eyes and cross her arms. "He is talking about me not you!" She said.

"I know."

They kept their silly fight on while helping Kabir. Dia from inside was listening to them. She was enjoying how they kept pulling each other down but still kept each other up. Their taunts and criticism though offensive was received very well by the others. Dia smiled at their friendship. But that did not stop her from feeling bad for herself. She had been in friendships like that before. She had many friends. There was a time her life revolved around her friends and no one else. But nothing lasted. Sooner or later they all moved on to new friends or new life. Nothing was constant which made life exciting but after life happened Dia wished she was lucky to still have them.

After half an hour of insulting each other and arguing whether to go to the doctor or not and then if Kabir should eat or not, they came to a conclusion. Almost an hour later, after Kabir had his dinner, the boys left. Anya did not keep the door open for long. She saw Dia sitting on the chair while walking towards the kitchen. She looked upset, unlike the last time she paid attention to her. She walked to her. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"OK." She ignored her answer. "Do you want to have dinner?"

"Yes," Dia said before standing up. She was walking towards the kitchen when something occurred to Anya. "Dia." Her cousin stopped in her tracks on the mention of her name. "Who opened the door when Samar came?"

"I did." She turned around while saying that.

Anya nodded her head but something did not add up. They both were unmoved for few seconds before finally realisation hit them. They slowly looked up at each other. Anya was the first one to softly gasp. "You opened the door yourself!"

"And I did not get scared!"

"You did not!"

"I opened it with confidence and not with fear! I did it!"

Anya laughed hysterically and clapped her hands together. Before they could think something they hugged each other, still laughing and celebrating. This was the very first time they hugged each other with such big smiles on their faces. They had been wounded by big things for so long that a small band-aid made them happier than ever. Something they did not expect. Something no one expects. After looking for happiness in every corner of the world they finally found it in a door. A closed door.