KL's POV
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I downed another shot, and yet another heavy sigh broke off my lips. I'd been stood up before, but it never hurt as much as this one. I closed my eyes, picturing those plump lips and confident brown eyes. If I bumped into her on the street there was a high chance I wouldn't know who she was, the alcohol I had during that gala whitewashed my brain.
"Dude quit drinking and listen to me." Hardik groaned, I responded by looking at him dead in the eye and sipping another shot. I pulled out my phone, glancing at the contact name that made me smile, "Dipti"
My fingers flew off the screen as I tapped a message, 'are you awake'.
The message had been read, a nagging voice in my head told me that I was going to be stuck on read. 'It's 10:55, why would I have any reason to sleep when I could be sleep deprived instead'.
I guffawed at her response, and Hardik's words were drowned in the tapping of a message.
"-Are you even listening to me?" He huffed, I tore my eyes away from the screen, looked at him and shook my head. My phone buzzed, 'Hey, ur okay that I stood up right?'
'No'
I hesitated, my finger hovering over the send button. At the last second, I deleted the two most honest letters in the alphabet and typed up a cheerful message instead, 'yeah, just bruised my ego a bit'. Our conversation was cut short when she seemingly disappeared off the planet. A pang of worry in my heart, as I continued asking her what was going on or if she was okay. Still no response.
"Come on, man." Hardik slapped my back, "We have to get back, we have practice tomorrow."
"Right.." I mumbled, distraught.
It was 8 fucking AM and Dipti still hasn't responded. I felt the thud of a ball hitting my chest, and Rishabh Pant winced. Virat Kohli stalked up to me with a furious look on his face, "Get your head in the game!"
"Excuse me?" I heard a female voice call out from behind me. My gaze flicked to her, in the next few seconds. I forgot how to breathe.
Her doe brown eyes widened in shock, and dark brown curls that dropped to her waist. Dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, she was a knockout. My eyes searched for a name tag, which I found pinned to her shirt. Amrita, it read. She reminded me of someone, a very special someone.
"Dipti?"
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Without A Glass Slipper II A KL Rahul Fan Fic II
Genç Kız EdebiyatıShe left him without a glass-slipper. Dipti never planned to attend the Welcome Gala, but her best friend dragged her along. She never wanted to kiss KL Rahul, but it just happened. *** A Lot Of Things Weren't Meant To Happen That Night. *** But a s...
