One Of A Kind [ slow updates ]

Chapter 3 : Caught & Clean Bowled

Navi was mad. How could she say yes without my expert opinion on the matter? When she bought t-shirts online she never missed to ask me. When she tried those stupid hairstyles she came across on Instagram she never missed to ask my opinion. Now when she actually had to ask me for my opinion... she said yes. This girl was stupid, utterly foolish. God help her and me.

I let out a breath and took in another deep one. 

Before my eyes, Advay was arguing that he may have a chance with me. That I might actually secretly be pinning for him. I knew he was full of himself but so much as to think that I—that Avni Chaddha—am also interested in him, in addition to my sister of course. 

What an absolute arrogant annoying idiot my sister had said yes to!

I wish it was as easy as walking up to him, telling him I was interested but just to slap him and perhaps to try the few self defense attack strategies I had learned from YouTube videos, or use him as a punching bag or trying to experiment the effect of gravity on a man of his size and weight from the top of an at least fifteen floor building.

Aman looked judt as pissed as I was ... actually, I was way more, like way more pissed on Advay Singh Gulati. This man was getting on my nerves.

People said MSG changed your blood pressure they hadn't met ASG, he freaking got blood to feel like it was in a pressure cooker, like mine was right now.

"Bro, go home and wrap your head around this. You need to stop thinking about both sisters or the elder one. Anyway she sounds like bad news. Don't mess around." Aman's advice was good for the moment. At least good for Advay, because sooner he left the place, sooner I would be able to calm my self and decide on a plan on how to deal with this idiot. 

Or plot the perfect murder.

I need to get home and convince my sister that this guy was not her Mr. Right. He was a perv! I turned around while Advay walked away to his bike. I was about to turn around the corner and walk down to the mall where I had parked my vehicle, when I felt a hand tap on my shoulder.

Please don't tell me I was caught. ASG couldn't be that smart. 

I took a deep breath and decided to react. "Hey!" I said sharply stepping forward and turning, making a good gap between me and the stranger.

Not so much of a stranger though.

The guy raised his hands up in the air, implying he meant no harm. Before me stood Aman Mehrotra, the useless best friend of Advay Singh Gulati, who occasionally spat in some words of good advice, or at least average sane advice.

Siyappa!

"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked loudly, making sure I had the attention of the passers-bys. Self defense tactic done right. 

Draw attention of people around you, check.

Aman glanced around and didn't quite look happy. If anything, he looked uncomfortable. I took that as my win.

"Cat caught your tongue? Stupid man!" I said and turned around not giving him the chance to talk to me.

Avoidance, check.

"Hey, wait!" He said jogging up to my side.

"Stay away," I said loudly again. He looked embarrassed, looking around and then at me.

"Do you want me to call the police?" I snapped, glaring at him.

"Hey, miss. Mind it." He snapped. "And I know you've been stalking me. What are you up to? Who do you work for?"