It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
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Dated- 20-03-23 ============================
I had made up my mind to avoid Aadarsh as much as possible, but I still had to give him the books.
The bell for recess break pierced the air. Dhriti, Saara and I rose from our seats to head to the canteen, when Aadarsh blocked my way and asked for the books. I glanced at Dhriti, who gave me a reassuring nod to get it over with. They both waited for me as I handed the stack of books to him.
"Thank you," he said, flashing his dazzling smile that made my heart skip a beat.
I was about to turn away, when he called out to me again. "I need your number," he said.
I froze in shock, feeling his words like a slap on my face. He really said that in front of Dhriti? Was he trying to provoke her? I looked at Dhriti, who was trying not to react. She tried to mask her anger, but she was ready to strangle him.
I knew that if I spoke to Aadarsh in front of Dhriti, she might lose her temper and things could turn ugly with both of them. So, I turned to Dhriti and Saara and asked them to give me just five minutes - I would meet them in the canteen.
Dhriti looked at me with disbelief for a moment, but Saara seemed to understand what I was trying to do.
"We'll be waiting," Dhriti said coldly, her gaze fixed on Aadarsh as they both left.
I felt a surge of panic. I was alone with him.
"Why...why do you need it?" I asked, keeping my tone as polite as I could.
"What do you mean? I might need it in the future," Aadarsh replied, "like when I needed to ask you about the books that day."
"And that's why you acted like a jerk with Dhriti?" I snapped at him, unable to hide the anger in my voice.
"She started it first," he said firmly. "I simply asked for your number."
"You really owe her an apology," I told him. "What you did was wrong."
"I know I wasn't nice to her when she exploded at me for no reason," Aadarsh said. "But I'm not saying sorry to anyone."
"Seriously, Aadarsh?" I asked incredulously. "You two were best friends once. And it's too hard for you to apologize?"
"She could've apologized too, if she cared about that long lost friendship. And I don't know why I was expecting anything better from you," he snapped. "You know what? She can go to hell. And so can you."
With that, he threw my books down on the table and said, "Thank you, but I don't need them anymore." He stormed out of the classroom, leaving me speechless.
