|Next Morning|
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__DISHA__
.Darshan--" Kunal will be released today..."
Me--" Huh? really? When? "
Darshan--" Around 4-5... Hardil called me.. they took care of it.. few paper works are there.. it will take few hours.. so you can meet him after your shift".
We are now standing infront of my new office.
Darshan drove me here. Seems like he lied about fuel last night.Last night , he ordered pasta.
After whatever he said, I couldn't talk to him till now.
He also didn't say a word.
He slept on the couch and I hid inside my bedroom.
The thing he said about Kunal, I still can't believe it.
It will take some time to process.
All I want right now is to Hug that jerk tightly. Cant wait to see him.Darshan--" Should I pick you up?"
Me--" You are coming?"
Darshan--" Ofcourse!"
Me--" Okay then."
A weird silence fell upon us. Even though Darshan is there right beside me, I can't look at him.
It's just... I feel embarrassed for some reason. Maybe because he told me that Kunal likes me...Darshan--" Good luck".
He broke the silence.
Me--" Heh?"
Darshan--" It's your first day. Good luck".
Me--" Ah.that... thank you".
He smiled and out of nowhere he touched my head. He patted actually. Gently, slowly, calmly.
Darshan--" Don't be scared and do your best... Call me if you need anything okay?"
My heart was beating rapidly. I can feel my cheeks burning. I am blushing.
I got out of the car without saying anything and almost ran inside the office.
I don't know what he might be thinking about my unprofessional behaviour but I can't see his face right now._______________________________________
Everything went well. I talked to my new manager. I met few people and their is a familiar face..Veer.
I felt good. Without Kunal, this place feels like a desert to me. But Veer is here.. atleast I have someone to talk.
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