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Ankit had known Poonam for a long time. They were the best of friends and were there for each other. They were both introverts but could spend hours in each other's company. They understood one another and enjoyed the peace it got.
Their lives were poles apart, with Ankit having a lavish lifestyle, being the son of a successful businessman. He had everything a person could wish for, but his parents never had the time for him. He wasn't a materialistic guy. When he drove around in his Mercedes or used the latest iPhone, people called him a show-off, but it was just his means to an end. His friends were intimidated by him and termed his self-esteem as rudeness.
Poonam, on the other end, lived with her mom in a small flat. Her father had run away with their neighbour when she was 15 and they just had each other to support. After years of legal battle, they had been able to acquire a house, along with some investments in shares and gold. But emotionally, they were shattered. Her mother struggled to raise a child on her own and protecting herself and her young daughter from prying eyes.
Their loneliness and sadness somehow became a bonding agent in their friendship. But lately, Ankit sensed romantic feelings developing in Poonam towards him. There was a constant effort to get his attention through expensive gifts, physical intimacy, and long outings. Ankit tried his best to balance the relationship and not hurt her.
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Every time Ankit had a day off, Poonam would make plans to hang out together. But today, her actions were suspicious. She looked nervous, like she was debating on whether she should do something or not, she took him for a movie with recliner seats, spending a lot more than was needed. And to top it all, the movie wasn't a hit, plus owing to the weekday, the theatre was scarcely occupied. Ankit wanted to object but waited to see what lay ahead. He didn't have to wait long.
Half an hour into the movie, Poonam asked him out of the blue: "Do you think my breasts are too big?"
Poonam had the habit of interfering during the movies, so Ankit had developed a habit of ignoring her.
Calling out again, she said, "Anki-i-i-it!"
Whenever she stretched out his name, he knew he was needed. "Yeah Poonam, what is it," he asked, looking her way.
"Do you think my breasts are too big?"
She always said stupid things, wanting to feel appreciated for her looks, but this was different.
"You are beautiful Pooh, you know that. As for your breasts, how shall I know?. I've never seen them, right?" He tried to brush it off.
He went back to seeing the movie as she continued to fidget in her seat. He held her hand and indicated her to watch the movie.
She pulled at his hand in some time, diverting his attention. He noticed that she had reclined her seat and the top two buttons of her shirt were undone.
"What would you say now," was all she said.
Ankit was dumbstruck at the sight in front of him. He kept looking at the rise and fall of her swelled-up breast, encased in a pretty blue bra. They looked beautiful and inviting. He had never looked at his best friend in this way. He was about to reach out when someone coughed, bringing him back to his senses.
Ankit felt disoriented and immediately regretted his move. He felt uncomfortable sitting in the hall beside her and decided to leave. He hardly sought her permission or opinion when it came to his emotion. Poonam had never complained or shown it bothered her, today, being no different. She followed him along, her heart in her throat. She felt that maybe if she offered herself physically to him, he might finally notice her love, but that, too, had failed. She felt defeated.
"I'm sorry Poonam. But you know I don't see you that way," he said, trying to pacify her.
"Why not? Am I not attractive? Do you not enjoy my company?"
"It's not that. You are beautiful and have a wonderful heart. Any guy would be lucky to have you." Pausing, he continued, 'I just don't have romantic feelings for you. I only see you as a friend, and I don't want to lose that." He was thinking hard, not wanting to say something inappropriate.
"I think we should just forget this ever happened," Ankit said gently, trying not to hurt her feelings.
Poonam felt her heart break. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks in fat droplets. Ankit wasn't prepared to deal with the situation. She had never created a scene in public. Unsure of how to handle her, he decided to take her home. Her mother worked as a secretary and he knew the house would be empty, giving him a chance to set things right.
He quickly flagged down a rickshaw and helped her into the carriage. The journey was in silence. She lay on his shoulders and continued to cry. Ankit sat quietly, letting her vent out the pain. On reaching home, he made her sit on the sofa while he got her some water. Wiping off the tears from her face, he hugged her. He knew he was at fault, as he had given her false hope trying to touch her. She wasn't the type of girl who would go around with anybody. It had taken a lot of courage for her to offer herself to him.
Hugging wasn't new to them, but today felt different. He could make out her bra straps as his hands were on her back, and a picture of her chocolate-colour cleavage tucked in a blue bra ran through his mind. Poonam was the 1st girl he had opened up to, discussing about love, innerwear to attraction with the opposite sex. They were both naive, exploring new territories in the bounds of their friendship.
