That's what happened with us

1. The One with the New Start

Chapter 1: The One with the new start

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San2045

2017

"Mom! People are trying to sleep here!" I yelled flinching at the sound of the window curtains pulled harshly. The noise prickled my skin, the tiny hair on my hands stood up which is a reminder that I needed to wax my hands.

I squinted my eyes at the harsh glare of the bright sunlight. Groaning I arched my upper body and fluttered my eyes open only to see my mother standing near the window with her arms crossed and scowl on her face.

Fisting my palms I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the sleep.

"It is seven thirty in the morning and you're still sleeping like a log. What did I tell you about the routine?...."

I turned a deaf ear towards her rambling. I remember about her routine because it was ridiculous. She expected me to wake up at six which is nearly impossible considering my eternal love for sleep. I love sleep more than anything, even food. Shocking I know!

"Morning Mum. Thank you for waking me up. Now I am gonna go take a shower" I smiled while swinging my legs forward on the floor. I flinched as the cold floor touched my bare heel of feet. It had been a week since we moved here but no one attempted to put a floor mat. I have to remind my father about this. Standing on the same tile of floor for a while I moved forward.

"Be quick otherwise you'll be late on your first day." I rolled my eyes at her obvious strict tone and gave her a curt nod in return.

"Good girl" She smiled as I inched closer to her but before I could walk past her she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to which I squeaked. I cringed at her choice of words. What am I? Eight?

"I hope you'll be fine here honey. This is a new start for all of us" I tensed at her tone but nodded tentatively. The last few months have been depressing for me and her concern for me was understandable though she didn't know the reason of my behaviour. I was going into depression, at least that's what my counsellor explained me in one of the session. I had to pull my s**t after listening to her or I would have never graduated high school.

Sighing at my lack of response my mother walked out of the room. I felt like pulling her back and telling her everything but I was scared. Scared that she would understand me. She knew that I dated Zach in highschool and though she was not happy by my choice she didn't complain. She expressed her dislike towards him on many occasions and she was right all the time. I should have listened to gee but I didn't.

I sadly smiled looking at my mother's retreating form.

New Start, remember?

I sucked a heavy breath and putting on a brave smile walked towards the washroom. I was not going to dwell on my past anymore because that's plain useless. Everybody makes mistakes and Zach was my mistake.

***

Looking myself in the huge mirror of the dressing table I smiled. I had chosen a plain white blouse with denim short skirt and a jacket to go along with it. Instead of tying my hair I let my messy dark brown hair fall over my shoulder. I had paired my outfit with black ankle boots. They were my favorite and would go almost with every skirt I have.

I curled my eyelashes and applied kohl highlighting my hazel brown eyes and also I applied some foundation cream.

Giving myself one last look I picked my bag from the couch and slid it over my shoulder and walked out of the room.

I frowned looking at my father who was sitting on the dining chair with his head immerged inside the newspaper. I squinted my eyes and found that he was indeed reading the business section again. I sighed.

"Hey dad I think we should hurry up. I don't want to be late on my first day." I mumbled in a low tone while standing in front of him. I stared at him as he tilted his head and gave me a long look.

I do love my dad but we don't share close relationship unlike me and my mom. He's constantly travelling so he's barely at home and that pretty much strained our relation. Also because he's too strict and when ever he's home he talks about my future and business. Yeah much fun, right? Not.

"No honey you should get going. Take your car. I have to be somewhere at the moment." He answered and bent down and started to read the newspaper again. Yeah this is important for him more than his daughter. I directed him a glare.

"I thought you might be of some help dad" I said sarcastically. He wants me to go alone in the new city. I don't know anything about this big city. For all I could get lost.

"Watch your tone young lady. I have already showed you the college. You have GPS in your car" He narrowed his eyes at me daring me to counter. Slumping my shoulders in a defeat I nodded my head. It seemed like he read my mind, about the 'getting lost' part.

The fact is he did show me the college for fifteen long minutes. Too long I know. But he's busy most of the time so sparing me fifteen minutes was his parental duty and he keeps boasting about it.

Giving him one last look I matched towards the kitchen to pick the keys. As I entered the huge kitchen I was greeted my the fresh smell of pancakes. I smiled looking at my mother who was busy pouring the syrup on pancakes.

I walked towards the key stand that is just above the refrigerator. Picking up the key to my Porsche 911 car I smiled in glee. The Porsche I was gifted was preordered by my dad and it was yet to be launched in the city. It was the four seater car with two passenger doors and I fell in love with it as soon as I saw the sleek black colour winking at me.

"Honey!" I heard my mother's voice from behind me. Turning around I raised my eyebrows looking at her. She walked towards me while taking off her white apron. She had some flour stuck on her cheek. As soon as she stood in front of me I wiped the stain from her cheeks to which she gave me a smile.

"Wow you look ready to go. Wait for a minute. The pancakes are getting ready."

"I can't mum. I'll be late and don't worry I'll eat something from the cafeteria. Bye" I bent down and kissed her cheek and rushed out of the kitchen. I could hear her yelling from behind me but I ignored her voice and walked towards my father.

"Dad I'm leaving." I informed while my toes curled in nervousness. He grunted a response in return still not looking from the newspaper. I rolled my eyes at his obvious behaviour and walked out of the living room.

"Sanyukta?! Are you deaf?"

I gulped looking at my mother who was running towards me with anger evident in her eyes. She was scary when she was angry.

"Did you take the money for lunch? Here take this" She handed me a hundred dollar crisp note. Smiling at her I tucked the bill in my bag.

"Thanks mum." I waved her a goodbye and walked towards the garage.

***

The last time I drove the car was weeks ago for my graduation in Boston. How I miss those streets! My summer was shitty as usual because we had to move from Boston to New York and this year I couldn't even join the summer festival. It was good this year but I missed it.

Before moving here we were living in Boston. And before Boston we used to live in India. I left my birth place when I was only eight years. I loved living there, it was peaceful and relaxing to stay there and play with Parth.

A smile graced my lips thinking about Parth. Parth Kashyap was my childhood best friend and I love him. Not the romantic type of love. Though he still lives in India we are still best of the friends. The social networking sites have kept our friendship alive. He visited me several times while I was in Boston but I never went back to Rajasthan, his home place.

I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, waiting for the red light to disappear. As if on cue my phone started ringing. I clicked on the Bluetooth to answer the call.

"Hello?" My smile widened hearing the unmistakable familiar voice. I felt my insides fluttering with happiness.

"Parth! Hey" I answered excitedly.

"Hi. What are you doing? Am I disturbing you? Are you going to college?" He asked in a breath. I rolled my eyes.

"Calm down Mr Holmes. To answer your questions, Yes I'm busy because I'm driving to college in my new car."

"New car? Lucky you! But hey do not talk to me while driving. It's risky" He said firmly, the time he used at first completely gone bad replaced by his overprotective tone.

"I know that. It is red light so I picked the call. Anyways how are you? How is your family doing? Is Prajwal troubling you again?" I asked, my tone light at the end. Prajwal was his younger brother and a pain in ass. He likes to irritate Parth but he likes me which is shocking considering I'm Parth's best friend.

"Everyone is fine and Prajwal is same as always. Pain in my ass." I laughed along with him. He sounded so sour about it.

Before I could say anything the red light disappeared and the green light started to blink. I turned on the engine.

"Ah it's green signal now. I'll call you later. Bye" I hastily ended the call before I could hear his reply. Turning on the ignition I drove the car towards my new start. My college.

***

I sighed as I parked my car. The parking was almost overcrowded. I'm so glad that I could find a spot. Turning around I walked towards the campus. The parking was a bit away from the campus and the college building.

As I stepped inside the campus I roamed my eyes around the huge campus. It could easily fit thousand of people in it. What amazed me more was the number of students walking towards the cafeteria. NYU was the top best college in this city considering it offered a Bachelor's degree in Business Management followed by the MBA.

My stomach growled indicating that I was hungry. I did not anything since last night. I sighed. First I needed to pick my timetable and books from office. With that thought in mind I walked towards the office.

***