A Nostalgic scent.

'Arghaat, are you sick?, your face is pale', said the woman with face full of makeup.

Barkha my team mate from other job which is novel translation.

Barkha, in short legit loli. A girl with petite figure who is a portable cosmetic shop. Face full of makeup. Nail painted with every color that ever invented. Cloth with such sharp contrast colors that it stabs my eyes. Skill - typing speed so fast that I get cramps on my eyelids through constant twitch just by imagining it and reading speed so terrifying that it makes my eyes blood-shoted with envy. An existence which causes a huge strain to my already damaged ocular system.

'Nothing, just had a calamity inducing encounter. Damn these troubles come so often it's like I'm a lightning rod in middle of a storm whose only purpose is to get struck.' I internally shivered remembering that short Bob girl smile.

'Is there anything you can do other than complaining? ' said fake loli while rolling her eyes.

' Yeah, I can wish for your death. A brutal one.' I said with a deadpan expression.

'So how was your day? ', she asked while steering the car.

Sigh. Here was I wistfully dreaming for peace. People like you will never understand how hard it is to carry a fake persona and after whole day of hustle, I have to make small talk.

Sigh seems like I have to use the primordial skill of isolation.

I put my earphones while cursing the society for creating shit like small talk.

'Huh! Gimme one earplug too.' the car driving loli asked for permission while literally snatching one earplug out of my poor ears.

That's why I hate insensitive people. I'm using earphones in middle of a conversation.

Get a clue dammit and why asked for permission when you're gonna take it anyway.

'Why are you giving me this look?' Barkha asked with raised brows.

'First of all, I have ear cancer.' I said while scrolling for the songs only to get an instant reply of 'I don't mind'.

'Second I hate it when someone uses my earphones and later I find that it is filled with ear pollutants. ' I said while mustering up my most disgusted face.

' Oh , I also happens to have two things to say first, I'm not gonna give it back, second only weebs use words like EAR POLLUTANTS.' said my colleague with a evil grin.

Seriously, this girl makes my head throb. Well, not like it's a bad thing to share my traumatic experience.

'I had a fateful encounter with a girl', said little me nonchalantly.

'Ohhhh.... Not like I really care but will you care to explain why you had a miserable expression then?', she said with a unreadable face.

It's true that nobody can understand what a woman is thinking.

First saying 'not that I care' and then asking for more explanation.

Indeed a paradox.

'I think she has hots for me. That girl was watching me like she was gonna eat me up.', which is I'm not exaggerating or anything but I really felt a moment of crisis.

'Dude, you're the first person who can say such things to other girl. Should I say you're utterly disgusting or highly delusional.' Barkha said while leaking out a sigh.

'After knowing me for such a long time you should be able to tell that my gut is never wrong.', I replied meanwhile remembering that impeccable smile.

'So what did your gut tell you?', said driver beside me with a quirky grin causing me to roll my eyes.

'Girl wasn't much of a beauty but she had a sort of aura which attracts other. You can say she's that kinda girl who will even greet a person like you with that kind of smile.'

'That kinda smile? Wait a sec whatcha mean by 'a person like me' huh?', said my angry female friend.

'Yeah that smile.', I Said with a terrible look.

Again voice traveled with lack of interest 'Well not that I care'

'Then don't ask in the first place! ', I replied in a sound which showed metric value of my annoyance.

All said and done but I still refused to share my thoughts even though Barkha is my only friends (legit).

What I felt then wasn't terror or anything Iike supernatural hormonal reaction but a scent.

A scent which I haven't smelt for the longest time.

A very Nostalgic one.

Scent of danger.

'Get lost'

'Huh?'

'I said get lost. we're at studio.' Barkha said.

'Woman, you're having periods? Or something you could've said that nicely. ' said a boy in concern for his friend.

'I don't know about myself but if you don't hurry up and move out then you will bleed, that for sure. ', said my beloved mate looking behind me through door windows.

'Fuck my gut is telling me to run like a mad dog which is what I'm gonna do 'I slithered out from car like a snake who saw eagle.

'Don't worry I'll prepare some cold water and pedigree for you.' , replied the she-devil. While throwing a 'Muummuaah!!!' to the coming hunk.

Yes, I hate to admit it but my friend has a boyfriend not a boy who is a friend I.e, me but the other kind which I could never be.

Sigh gotta run before he sees me.

'Pant pant I don't understand why he hates me so much. Is he under the impression that I have Interest in that woman. Well not that I don't had any interest till I found the horrifying truth.

Barkha is not a girl.

I deluded myself 10 years ago thinking that I could finally talk to a girl and become friend with her and started the fantasy of childhood friendship upgrading to romance novel till I saw that bulge between those beautiful legs.

Yes, a shemale or may be a trap.

To be honest, a girl with sane mind definitely wouldn't become chummy with me.

Still, I'm friend with the legendary species called trap is a achievement in itself.

Reaching the entrance I finally met with the couple who caused me to run is a stray dog.

'Yo Bro, you didn't come with Barkha today?' said the hunk.

'Naah!, I had some work and wanted some peace of mind' , I replied and observing this piece of art made by God in their free time.

Hell, How can someone be so beautiful yet manly. Perfect body reflecting in that tight full sleeve t-shirt. A height towering enough to cause me neck strain and that face, to simply calling it face would be blasphemy to such piece of art. Damn even anime characters aren't that beautiful.

A perfect guy who is so caring and budding model. What more can you ask for? Even I'm tempted enough to become gay if he show some interest in me.

'Ohh, by the way I just got a contract for my new project and thought of celebrating it with barkha and you're almost like his little brother. So, I was hoping if you'd come as well.' a masculine voice asked a question.

I see what you just did. Establishing a boundary between barkha and my relation. I hope you can show such enthusiasm after knowing the truth.

'Little brother? Him? An un-cute thing like this will not be accepted as my brother' said a bitchy friend of mine.

'Same here, a species like yours cannot ever be sister especially not for me.'

'You guys are really close' said a 6 feet looming figure with a bitter smile.

Why is this idiot worrying so much? What I said a universal truth. Only thing barkha can be is brother not the sister. Woops seems like someone doesn't know the truth.

Security uncle destroyed the K-drama setting that just started developing by saying 'Instead of crowding the entrance why don't you zygotes go inside.'

'Hey you four eyed kid why are you still standing there?' traveled the voice of an annoyed old man.

'Ah nothing just saw something unnatural or may be I am hallucinating again.' were the words that leaked out from my mouth.

'Arghaat, what's the matter are you alright?'

'I'm not porcelain-made. No need to worry girl' I couldn't help but rub her head when I saw the genuine concern in her eyes.

But let's be honest.

No way in hell I'm gonna tell you that I just saw a dog who was watching us, whose eyes showed such humanistic disdain that for a second I got scared shitless.

' Yeah he is a guy after all. He needs to learn to be independent. You won't be there all the time.' said a jealous boyfriend with repeated nod like some panicked hen who saw a butcher.

'Yeah you're right.' I needed to replicate the nodding motion in sympathy for this paranoid guy.

'So how about it? Are you coming to the party? It will be us only. 'Said Mr boyfriend who shadowed his Paranoia with his over enthusiasm.

Brother you don't have to deliberately say "only be us" and calling me the third wheel who needs to get lost.

' Yeah it will only be the family members' chimed the loli.

Here it goes, my childhood friend spray water in his boyfriend's efforts unknowingly.

'Sigh, OK if you don't mind' I replied

'He won't' bark the loli with unnecessary burst of energy

'But dude can I ask you something' I tilted my neck, thinking it a cool enough pose.

'Yeah whatever you need to you can ask' is what he said straightforwardly

'So, What was your name again?, I said feeling the expanding grin at the corner of my mouth.

'Arghaat you-'

Mr. boyfriend : @#&%@#