Sid's POV
"Tune kyu bola maine vo photo kisi aur ke bheji hogi?" she asked.
She didn't knew, it wasn't her.
It was a similar act that had me stitched up too bad. A slightly similar photograph in disguise of a squall.
I look at her, bewitching eyes. Now misty.
"Gusse me bol diya.. I didn't mean it.." I answer wrapping an arm around her. She leans her head a bit back.
"Vaise vo bandi thi badi hot.. A little out of your league though.. Ab kya faida.. Tune to mana kar diya.. " she fakes a disappointed face.
Out of my league! Nice joke!
"Why are you so interested in her.. Are you.. I thought you were straight!"
I dramatically gasp saying this. Prepping for what I have invited. I take back my hand.
Outraged, she tightened her jaw, folded her sleeves.
"Mai tera muh tod dungi Sidhaarth aaj to...! " she shouts, chasing me.
We ran across the sand. She's not slowing down. This confirms, I am going to get thumped.
I gave up, how hard would those tiny palms hit me? I halted to let her catch me.
Surprisingly she pushed me down, on the sand.
"Abeeey...!" I yell. She sat on her knees beside me, throwing punches on my chest.
Ouch! I should not have underestimated her.
"Abey aye.. Hogaya na moti..." I yell yet again when she fisted my hairs. I hold her hand taking them out of my beautiful hairs.
Her phone rang, changing her expressions she received it.
"Ha Rohan"
Abhi to office me mila tha na! Fir kyu call kar raha hai ye banda? Saamne vala busy hoga. Ye bhi sochna chahiye!
"Nahi abhi mai ghar pe nahi hu.. Ya I'll call you later.." she hunged up soon.
"Kyu phone kiya tha..? " I ask getting up.
"Aisehi.." she shrugs.
Dusting the sand off. We came back to the car.
"Tu aisi raha karna.." she says.
"Kaise?"
"Hasta hua... Achha lagta hai.. " she compliments. I smile.
"Sirf hasta hua?" I ask.
"To tu kya Kartik Aryan hai...jo tujhe sare look suit karenge?" she taunts.
"Vo actor? Aur mai... Ye koi comparison hai? I'm better! " I state. Though I know how much she's crazy about him.
"Haha... Joke of the day! Tere abs hai?" she smirks.
"Ha..."
"Kitne?" she narrows her eyes.
"six packs.."
"Chal oye! Fukri na maar.. " she rolls her eyes over me.
"Whoa.. I actually have 6 pack abs!" I earnestly say. She looks at me.
"Dikha!" she demands.
"Abhi?"
"Han.. Hai to dikhane me kya problem hai?"
She still doubts. Girl you are challenging me!
"Okay.. Ghar chalke dikhata hu.. " I answer.
We've almost reached her apartment.
"Remember... You asked for it... " I casually snigger. She rolls her eyes again.
Once we were in, she kept her handbag on table. I shut the door.
"Chai ban... " She had just turned to ask me something. But her words died on the way.
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