Pretty lies ||✔

~𝚎𝚔~

Two months later Shivaay found himself pacing the length of the corridor. Reason? Because he was anxious to meet Annika and hand over a few previous year's notes, her brother had asked him instead of her. Mustering out his determination and gripping the notes in his hands he travelled to her classroom.

"Annika?" He called peeking into the room. The classroom silenced glancing at him, a senior well most talked handsome guy, calling a freshman.

Not at least in a formal way.

"You didn't you tell me? There was no need to ask Sid."

Licking her chapel lips tenderly, Annika began. "Last I came you said I was flirting."

"I'm sorry for that. Have these and study well. If you have any challenges with my writing give me a call." He said handling over bunches of papers. He raised his hand patting her shoulders.

"Do well. Don't bunk the classes. Last week I saw you at the football field when an important lecture was going on." She flushed with embarrassment but decided to nod.

"Well Thank you. Lagata hai aapa ka najar mujh par tika hai." It was his turn to rub his nape abrupt.

[Trans - It seems that your eyes are set on me.]

"Nope. I was aiming for a three-pointer when I glanced at you."

"Ok."