'Stupid girl! Stupid!!!! STUPID!'
'Murderer!'
"Is there something on the floor or are you trying to burn a hole through the floor? " she questioned with her raised brows and eyes struck to the lost face of a timid lamb that couldn't react but-
"Huh? " our eyes encounter, which were gleaming in the sunlight as if a diamond under total internal reflection however, that wasn't all,
"Is this floor more gorgeous than me?!"
Excuse- excuse me?!
Flaring through the opaque depth of eternal rue in which I was drowning, those plain black aloof but somehow menacing gazes were darting at me with a questionable retort,
this was an abrupt pull for me, where I was out of breath and neither on land, moving my eyes from one core to another inside my unlocked eyelids was blunt and baffled,
Have I not had enough of the narcissistic personalities that one more has added to my bucket?
though, such a wish, that I could say the same with crease over my forehead.
"Eh... Ech...I-I was just lost in some thoughts," I said twisting my face away.
"What kind of thoughts?"
I bend my head to such an unexpected question as I had been instructed that 'No one will ask more than one question' because no one gives a damn 'Shit' about others until they 'caught someone's eyes'
Have I caught her eyes?!
"You are making me more and more curious about your silent thoughts" She faintly smiles, as if teasing me,
Wait, she, the limp depressed face smiled?!
Seriously, this was the very first time I had seen her smiling even for a second or two but surely it felt as if a miraj,
But,
Such a curiosity is a crime itself
And, I can't let her become more curious about me.
"I was thinking that even after maids are mopping the hostel twice, then how come marble tiles are still so dust and slug-ridden, and those shoe-foot prints are visible like fossils of a Mesozoic era?"
"Mnn It's an interesting point of research... So what are your hypotheses?" she questioned still surprisingly looking very much interested, Weren't nerdy talks supposed to bore people usually?!
"What hypotheses?! They are not taking their jobs seriously! And that's all! " and I hastened my feet ahead gripping my plate to my chest within which my heart was hammering like a horsepower machine was fitted inside it, overpassing her,
That's the end of the discussion!
"Watercolour eyes... Watercolour..." Abruptly, a curved pitch of non-melody rushed closer into my right ear, and my feet froze as I slapdash twisted my neck that was close to snapping off,
"What a beautiful song, isn't it?" enclosing her teeth which were as white as pearls and her skin as fresh as moist clay glimmering in another mystery smile,
but surely, it ain't any fun in my eyes...rather...it was a torture that was held around my throat.
That I couldn't escape!
*****
"Are you not planning to eat?"
"Hn?!"
A soft gust of wind broke through the blank canvas that was spread within my gaze,
I lifted my eyes stunned at how close she was to my shoulder, to me?!
Almost immediately as if a CNS signal, freaked I jerked away like magnets opposite ends, dropping my spoon into the thin white-watered porridge, spilling its drops around the corner of the command table of the mess that I had poured myself, and I had been whirling my spoon in for some time in utter stupidity but soothe somehow.
However, now it was all messed up and someone had to take some initiative.
"I--I will clean it"
"With what?! Your pants?! " she chuckled crossing her legs, without showing any concern, and this is when my body was on flames and my fist all curled up,
'What a f--- bully, is she?! '
However, what were my options?
Rebel?!
"You have to stay at the lowest, okay? No interaction no quarrels no nothing...leave rest on me " She youthful as she may look, tucked a lock of hair back my ear with those little fingers of hers in utmost maturity, a younger sibling who was more than a mother to me.
Lowest? That was my only option... Even if this burning sensation was killing me,
Nonetheless for her sake, for Purvi, who was handling the rest, my biological sister, my rest-
I had to bear myself even being killed...what was my pride anyway in this process?!
In this process of 'Honor killing! '
The bully's eyes still rested on me with her tilted skull as if expecting my response,
Lowering my skull so that the hairs at the beginning of my forehead hung in the effect of gravity looking like the antenna of a cockroach, I touched the lowest corner of my T-shirt which had some modern art on the canvas with three glittered flowers, and filled my lungs with megabucks of fresh air.
And in a moment, I did it- I did a bold step! lifting my T-shirt,
But, "Oh! ha... Ha..." the so-called bully pulled my t-shirt that I had merely lifted disclosing my waist, down?!
That also laughing like crying?!
"You--you are an eager meat...in the cage of starving lions"
Should I take it as praise after passing some sort of 'test' or joke after failing the 'test' poorly?!