The first pill _ 3

Sheeny and I completed three months. The whole contraceptive episode was behind us

primarily because she didn’t want to talk about it. We were still making love (and it was

unreal!) whenever her mother wasn’t around, and we took care she didn’t have to take a pill

again.

Though the relationship was nothing extraordinary—and I know it’s a terrible thing to say —but that was how it was. If I think about it, it went on because neither one of us had been in a real relationship before to know what to expect out of it. She was pretty and smart and funny, but we would run out of things to talk about. We would spend hours on the phone, and only she would talk, about her friends, about the homework she couldn’t complete, about the teacher who was constantly after her life, the boys of her school who would constantly flirt with her, and I would listen to her talk, not because it interested me, but because that’s what good boyfriends do. I always felt that I had been insanely lucky to be with someone as incredible as Sheeny, and it led me to believe that I should have no reasons to complain.

Sheeny often told me that I was good-looking, something that I found ridiculous, but I never complained; she was good for my ego. I had every reason to stay in the relationship. It felt great to be seen with her .

Despite everything good in the relationship, the spark in the relationship was dying out,

and it wasn’t as if were fighting, but we just didn’t have ANYTHING to talk about. We were still into each other, groping, kissing and biting whenever we had a chance (because, well, I am a guy), but that was the only real motive I had left to meet her. Other than that, our dates were really monotonous.

‘The pasta is great, isn’t it?’she asked. ‘You know what? The girl in my class whose

boyfriend went to the army? He is getting married now and he didn’t even bother to tell this girl. Isn’t that so unfair? I mean, what harm would it have done to that guy if he had just told her beforehand … it’s silly, isn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ I said, as I continued eating.

‘You seem a little off today. What’s the problem?’ Sheeny asked.

How could I have told her that I wasn’t interested in her stories about her girlfriends? It was either that or how a cute boy in her class approached her. I always wondered why she never noticed that I wasn’t interested in her stories. I know now that she might have, but she.was in love with me; just the thought of someone being in love with me was ridiculous.

‘No, I am just a little tired,’ I said.

‘Okay … then just listen. My parents went to our old house in Patparganj yesterday and

found that …’she resumed her stories and I resumed eating.

Things kept getting worse. I couldn’t talk in the same language or couldn’t take part in the

conversations she wanted to have. It was strange because just a few months back, I would have killed to get her to talk to me, but things had changed. There were times when I just.didn’t want to be with her. I preferred being alone. But then again, she was cute and good in bed and I was still a nerd, unloved by anyone else, and that’s what made it very hard to stay away from her.

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