Pretty lies ||✔

~𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗~

Shivaay wasn't ludicrous. He did have some theories about Annika's actions. However who was he to judge whether she was wrong or not. Ignoring the thoughts he dialled Siddharth to enquire about the same; regarding his mobile phone. When he heard his response he was stunned by actuality.

"My phone broke not soggy by water. Anyway, I need to call my Pooh. I haven't spoken to her for a week. You see my sister is a bookworm." Sid spoke proudly about Annika. Shivaay rolled his eyes but didn't speak anything.

Hanging the call with a goodbye Shivaay grabbed his shirt from the rack and passed it through his head, to look decent. He had made up his mind about tackling the issue with her.

Itself.

Minutes later he stood in front of the girls' hostel, precisely seeking permission to meet her from the
warden.

"I'm her brother's close friend. He urgently needed to talk to her."

"Ask him to call her number or the landline." The warden, a woman in her late forties sneered in thought. A boy wasn't allowed to meet a girl other than study matter, that too at odd hours.

"Ma'am, he is in line." Shivaay pointed to his phone screen. "Her grandmother died, they need her. Please be considerate."

Not inquiring further the warden allowed. Immediately one of her assistants called Annika, from her room.

"I understand. Take care of yourself." Annika nervously looked at the warden who worshipped to bully students now being nice. She hated her, for three months.

Shrugging the ideas away she concentrated on Shivaay.

"Why did you lie? I had called him, he said his phone broke not the other case." She peeked through her lashes to see his stern face.

"It was a dare." She once again lied. "I and my friends were playing truth & dare. They asked me to get a number of the hottest guy. And I found you."

"Okay." Shivaay relaxed at the end. "Go study. And drop playing such games." He advised ignoring the hottest guy part.

Something stored in him.

Meekly nodding at him she walked back to her room with a small step altogether, ignoring the sympathetic looks from the warden.

Pretty lie.