It started elegantly.
They talked about their common love for football. And it continued. He was a silent listener while she was blabbering her mouth. They unknowingly synced faultlessly.
Every day, Shivaay found himself waiting in the library for her lecture to end. Each day their talks grew up other than football and started personally.
"By the way, who do you endorse the most? I go for Ronaldo. He is bae. Even Neymar is good, but Ronaldo is best." Annika kissed her two fingertips and blew them up in the air in a trance.
He loved Messi.
Ronaldo and Messi can be found tricky to pick among.
If he stands for truth, the conversation with her would abruptly stop. Fan debate would start. He didn't want that.
If he pretends to stan Ronaldo, his soul and mind would be guilty of this action. The option was better compared to others, he thought.
Nevertheless, he decided.
"Cristiano. I support the Portugal team." She squealed hearing about her favourite player. She jumped out of her chair and rushed to cuddle him.
"Everyone I met likes Messi most. Even bhaiya!" She pouted.
Unknowingly. Of course.
Shivaay smiled as her hands clasped around his body.
Pretty lie. And it got him a hug.
What's your pretty lie?
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