After meeting Abhay, there was no looking back for Nina. He
was the one (if that meant anything at all). But could that one be the one for someone else as well?
The evidence for Nina was still a blurry image for the world.
Acknowledging the endangered devotion towards her friend, and the ever-growing
love for her boyfriend, Nina stepped up to break that slender thread of bond
between the two of them. She took Saanchi from Abhay's arms and freed him of the
responsibility, noticing his gestures in detail as if those 2 vodka shots and a
glass full of screwdriver never went inside. Abhay played it cool.
"To hell with all those who called her skinny! Come,
hold her and try saying that again." Nina screamed inside but didn’t let a
drop of her trouble show. She didn't take much time to become a pro (at handling drunk, short-skirted girls who can barely open their eyes but are
still standing somehow).
After handling Saanchi for about half an hour and being the
good, responsible friend, Nina’s conscience started to question her. Abhay didn’t
seem to take the role back, and Saanchi was comfortable in her arms. Soon, it
started mocking her but she wasn’t planning to give into it without a
one-on-one with Abhay. But that had to wait. Nina was
doubtful of asking someone else to manage Saanchi. She was apprehensive of the
thought that the kind king himself might not intrude her plan. With every
passing moment, her list of questions-to-ask-Abhay kept growing long. And when the
time for handcuffing the convict came, the roles interchanged.
Abhay’s outrage at the accusation made her whiny expressions
turn weepy. She forgave him (in her mind) in one-tenth of a nano second and apologized
(out loud) like a school kid to the teacher.
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