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Well, I was not feeling anything with his descriptions of the wonders. I know him. He is all talk. If he says sea, you are most likely to just find a pond with a frog in it, that too if you are in luck and Zee is being serious!
Rolling my eyes, I had smirked at him,
“Is this your treat for not giving me a present on my birthday?”
Zee became a little uncomfortable, as he fumbled in obvious tones,
“Uh...Yeah, think of it as a gift...An entire day of fun.”
I added,
“Sponsored by you. All right then! I'm in. I’ll remember not to bring my wallet along.” Winking, I left him to grumble in annoyance.
“I’ll forget to bring my wallet as well. Yay!” giggled Umber, who had just entered my house.
She was always a great friend along with being my cousin and a real fun person. Best part was, she hated Zee with passion and was always ready for a good bitching session.
So next day, early in the morning we all jumbled in a few cars and began our journey. Not to sound like a prat, but man, was Zee right in his boastings! The place looked superb with light rains falling and turning the atmosphere all cosy and stuff they brag about in novels, which makes everything oh so romantic.
After halting at a food court for delicious oily fatty breakfast, we made our way to, you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me-with-the-beautiful-sand-and-the lighthouse-beach. The place was simply mesmerising with the clearest blue water you can find.
After cooing wide eyed at my surroundings, I joined the others to get all wet and dirty in the rains and sea waves as we played volleyball on the beach.
And just as I threw the ball at my opponents, I wished to have hit it right on the head of the guy who got off his bike and came jogging towards Zee. I fantasized, had I hit the hottie, he would have maybe fallen unconscious and I could have ran towards him, rubbed his head and pulled him in my lap. He would have smiled or gotten angry on me, I would have apologized, and both the scenarios would have ended up with him falling in love with the sweet me.
As he joined Zee and a few of my cousins in a game of soccer, by rolling up his sleeves and opening another top button of his formal maroon shirt, I literally swooned. He was so much Man! There was nothing boy about him. Wow!
Pulling Umber out of the volleyball game we were playing, I rushed her as close as we could get towards the boys, without being hit on the face by a breaking ball!
‘Ohh Umber! I think I just died and I’m born again. He looks like an angel and sin all wrapped up in one.” I sighed, putting my head on her shoulder, as I stared at him unblinkingly.
“Take off your glares, and let’s ask Zidaan to introduce you.” Umber suggested encouragingly, but the smile wiped from my face seeing a girl joining him shortly.
Thinking to myself that she is probably a-pain-in-his-ass-kind of clingy friend or a sister at best, I satisfied my dear little heart by drooling over him from afar, taking Umber along in my dreamy wishful sighing of him. She supported me with full loyalty and laughed along with me at the stupid pace my thoughts were going over that guy. Everything was normal and fun like always. Keeping my glares on, I was having the time of my life. To hell with his girlfriend, I could still enjoy him!
Then at the time of departure, just before we sat in the cars, Zee came after biding goodbye to his hottie friend, and avoided to look me in the eye. He seemed thoroughly subdued. All the way back home, I tried talking to him, while he passed me a deaf ear.
Since that day for months, I cried and begged Zee to tell me, what have I done? But he refused my every attempt and left for New York, where he had bagged a job.
Staying there for over a couple of years, he came back a few months ago and was trying to get in touch with me ever since. But I denied his advances. His sudden flip had me scared. I could not do with his hot and cold behaviour.
I came out of my reverie and realized both of them were lounging in the sitting room, not attempting to leave!
“He was about to drop us, right? Is it gonna happen this year?” I asked Umber, raising my eyebrows sarcastically.
She mumbled Zee a good luck, and ran inside the kitchen to help his Mom.
While Zee gave me a serious look saying,
“Please listen to me just once. I have been trying for months and you know that.”
“When I had begged you to talk, did you ever pay heed?” I glared hard at him.
He had the sense to look ashamed.
“I haven’t said sorry, because I don't think I have made a mistake.” He chuckled, trying to be funny, but it went dry when I did not break a smile.
He continued hurriedly,
