The Big Swap - Part 14
Why is he doing this?
Why is he being so nice?
Meera pulled the door to
the taxi and slid into the seat without a second glance at the way Vedant
watched her leave.
He looked hurt.
But why?
Even a month ago he'd walk
past her and not even spare her a glance. And now he was smiling at her,
offering to drop her to places and even behaving this...this flustered around
her. It was almost as if he liked her.
She laughed sarcastically
in her head.
Vedant Shah and liking me?
Stupid.
He probably just wants to
be friends and I'm probably just overthinking.
But she knew she wasn't
overthinking. Maybe girls were born with this inbuilt ability to be able to
sense when somebody was into them. And from the way Vedant was behaving around
her, she could tell he was into her big time.
I like him too. I mean, I
like his face. And his voice. And the way he looks at me.
MEERA STOP.
You don't know him as a
person!
But why does he like me?
And why so suddenly?
What could've been so major
about the bag swap that he was suddenly treating her so differently?
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"What are you
doing?"
Meera didn't reply, her
head still reeling with thoughts of Vedant.
"Meera I'm talking to
you-"
"-AND I'M NOT,
RISHI."
Rishi almost stumbled
back, that's how shocked he looked. His anger gave way to concern
as he took a step near her, gently placing his palm on her shoulder,
"Are you okay?"
"Rishi please."
She sighed deeply, "Leave me alone."
"Meera I'm worried
about y-"
"-you don't have to
be! Just leave me alone."
Rishi gave up, his heart
sinking, as he exited the room without a word. Meera gulped, counting to ten to
stop the warm tears she could feel ready to spill from falling.
This was a new development,
Rishi trying to be nice to her and asking her about her day.
She didn't understand all
these changes.
Guys say girls are
unpredictable right? Then why were two guys in her life who earlier wanted to
have nothing to do with her being so nice to her?
Why couldn't they just be
normal?
Pulling her hair into a
ponytail she willed herself to focus on the task at hand. There were so many
IPCC books, all of which she'd just stuffed into a corner on the last day of
the exam. It seemed like an impossible task for her to find her IT book.
"H...how do you know
my name?"
"...your bag had your
IT book!" she
recalled Vedant saying.
"Oh. I must've written
my name in it."
She searched and searched.
After a good forty-five minutes, she finally found the book
she was looking for.
Meera didn't know why, but
her heartbeat furiously at the mere sight of the book.
She didn't know why she was
not able to act like a normal girl for once and just let herself believe that
Vedant was being genuine. That maybe, just maybe, he'd started liking her in
recent times. That by being so nice to her he was just trying to know her more.
She'd crushed on this guy
long enough.
He treated her the way he
was; only made matters more convenient for her.
Why then couldn't
she get herself to let her guards down?
If my doubts are wrong, I'm
going to try to give him a chance.
She opened the IT textbook.
A chill ran down her spine
and her heartbeat quickened.
No name.
She'd never written her
name on her IT book.
Her backpack didn't have
her wallet or any other sort of identity.
But he knew her name. And
he'd recognized her by her registration number. There was no way for him to
know her registration number unless...
He read my diary.
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