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《Shrutika Pov》

"Who was that boy?" My brother asked

"A nice human." I replied

He scowled and said "Shrutika, I am serious."

I rolled my eyes and said "Owoo, then go to hospital."

"SHRUTIKA!" My brother shouted.

I lifted my left eyebrow and looked directly into his eyes.

My eyes were burning, burning in rage, anger, frustration.

"Do. Not. Spoil. My. Day. Dear. Brother." He gritted his teeth and went into his room.

I took a deep breath to calm myself up.

I fresh up and start doing study, not to show my parents but to myself.

Today, when I met Aarav, it was fully different feeling that words can't even explain.

I want to write it in my diary but was confused, what to write?

He took my side when everyone was glaring at me talking shits.

That was the first time when someone stood up for me, no one in this whole life have ever done it.

People either use to blame me or put me down.

I use to hate my name but, the moment when he said that my name is beautiful.

My whole perspective changed.

My name is beautiful.

Things right now I am feeling is new, I am unable to understand what is going on.

The sound of alarm echoed in my room. It was dinner time.

Ahh, I don't want to go but I have to.

I don't want to see fake smile, taunts, unwanted attention so-called sympathy, bla-bla shits*

I went to our dining room and sat on my chair.

Today's dinner was malai soyabeans with chapati, my bad I was allergic to soyabeans yet my parents are unaware of it. Though, I too know it when I went to picnic and ate soyabean curry. I almost lost it but thankfully one of my mates was having medicine.

"I am allergic to soyabeans." I spoke.

"Stop throwing tantrums, Shrutika. See, I have tried something new." My mother said

"I am not throwing tantrums. I am really allergic to it. I told you when last time I went to picnic, what happened." I defended myself.

"Eat it!" My dad ordered.

I took a deep breath and ate full curry in one go without any chapati and went straight outside with my phone, in search of medicine.

I heard my dad and brother were shouting my name, but I decided to ignore it.

What can I say, if they have decided not to listen.

Shit! How can I forget that there is no medical shop near this area. I am doomed.

I binkit the medicine and was waiting for delivery.

But something horrible happen. My hands and legs were itching badly. The effect of allergy had already started. Small bumpy red mark also started to appear on my skin.

I want to scratch it but can't.

"Shrutika!" Someone called my name.

To my horror, he was none other than the boy, whom I met today.

While stretching my sleeves, of my blouse, till my palm. I spoke "Go away!" My voice too changed.

It was horrible, everything was horrible.

Urh!

"Are you ok?" concerned, he asked.

Tears were filled in my eyes,

Tears of humiliation, anxiety, embarrassment, fear.

I was scared, what if he made fun of me in class if I told him about my condition?

No, no, I don't wanna be the class clown.

"Leave boy!" I once again said in order to shoo him away.

But he, he was very persistent, don't even budged.

"Hai!" He sat beside me "It's ok, you can trust me if anything is wrong. We are friends."

Friends!

But we just met today.

"I promise to help you." He said and I don't know what came in my mind, I turned.

He froze on his spot and didn't utter any word when he saw me.

It got my face too. I knew it!

"Done your so-called help." I spoke.

I shouldn't have turned.

He is also not trust worthy.

He called someone, "Can you have a little bit empathy." I spoke.

I thought that he had called to crack this news to someone but no.

Rather than mocking or cracking news to someone he said "Bring some ice and medicine for allergy to the park." And hung up.

Then he took off his jacket and put it on my shoulder "I don't know if it'll help but keep it."

I was astonished with his behaviour and now regretting about what I have said earlier.

"Sorry! I shouldn't "

"In friendship no sorry no thanks."

My heart melted with his honey talks.

Such a sweet guy!

A girl in her 30s came towards us, wearing a maid uniform came and handover icepack, medicine and a water bottle to him, and went away.

She was so professional.

I cancelled order and ate medicine which that lady brought. He put ice pack on my face and head.

Caring!

He opens his mouth to say something but closed it.

I know he want to ask how this all happen and all but I wasn't in mood to talk about those people.

After few minutes the itching stopped my voice came back to normal but my face was still looking like a swollen tomato.

"You should head back, its dark. Let me-"

"No-No, its ok I can go back." He already has helped me a lot, now I don't wanna embarrass him by walking with this face, beside him.

He nodded. I returned his ice pack, jacket and remaining pills but he denies, and said "You should keep these pills with you." And then we both head back to our home.

Huh! I don't even get chance to ask where he live.

With the brightest smile I entered into my house and saw everyone was eating dinner, have no whereabouts of their only daughter, sister.

When they saw me, my brother gets up from his chair and said "Shrutika this-" He couldn't complete his sentence.

"This is the tantrums." I said and went towards my room with medicine in my hands.

I don't want to waste time on the people who don't care about me.

I am done with these people.

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