Chapter 9

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Shreyas's PoV

"So, Gol Gappe," I paused addressing her, she let out an exasperated sigh. 

"What?" 

"What's your favorite sport?" I started, she responded with a hum.

"Basketball," She decided at last. 

"Oh?" I was slightly disappointed. 

"Yeah, I was brought up in The States." She nodded, the silence between us continuing.

"The States?" I attempted to joke, "Which one? Kerala?"

"Maryland."

I blinked a few times, she dismissed me with a laugh. "It's a state in the US."

"Yeah.." My hand rose to rub the back of my neck, a sheepish smile on my face. "I knew that, I was just testing if you did."

She let out a soft chuckle, "Sure you did."

"Also, is Gol Gappe like my nickname now?" Her English had an obvious accent, her Hindi, not so much. She said "Gol Gappe" like "Gold Guppie".

"Haan." I grinned, a frown tugged at her lips. "Now that's unfair since I don't have a nickname for you."

I reached for her phone, which she handed me with a certain amount of confusion. Placing my palms on the phone, I'd made it 'disappear'. Which was just an illusion.

"What the fuck?" She started, her eyes widening with astonishment. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks turning red.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," My grin widening, I reached out and tugged the phone free from behind me.

"Please tell me you weren't sitting on it." She groaned. "I'm a germaphobe."

"Okay, I won't tell you." I shrugged, she muttered unpleasant things snatching her phone away from me.

"Go sit on something else next time." She hissed at me.

"Is that an invitation?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"In your dreams." She snorted, discarding the barbing comment I flashed her a wink. "You mean, in your dreams."

"Your so full of yourself." She rolled her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

I don't regret getting stuck in this elevator afterall

My phone lit up, it was a call and the contact name read.

"Dickhead" 

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 II Shreyas Iyer FF IIWhere stories live. Discover now