𝘌𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

♡10~ 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐩.

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Arreum's pov

I came back from school 3 hours ago, and right now, I don't know what to do. I have so much to think about but I can't even focus on one.

As for now, I think it would be better if I just let it all, go.

I sat on my chair which was in my balcony. The weather is nice today, it looks like it will rain soon. But for now, I like the wind. Feels good.

Everything seems to look okay, then why do I feel so strange? Everything is fine, then why am I feeling like this? Are all my efforts going into vain? I am doing good with my studies, my father seems okay with it and ofcourse, I have a clean image in media; again my father is okay about it. He is okay. He is not disappointed, right? I am not a disappointment now, right? It's all good, then..why do I feel so unusual?

As if, I am falling apart?

You're overthinking Arreum, you're fine. Stop thinking and do something. Let's look for some information regarding our project.

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It had been about an hour since Arreum started to work on her project. She was so immensely concentrated in her work that she didn't heard her phone ringing. A ring, two rings, three rings,four rings, five rings-

"Oh shoot!" She quickly realized the sound and saw her phone ringing. She grabbed it and opened to see an unknown number, she was going to call back but then it started to buzz again.

She picked it up.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Just tell me, how many fucking rings it takes you to answer the god damn phone?" The caller asked in a calm voice.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I was..uh, kind of busy. Where'd you get my number from, nischay?"

"I've sources. But hey, you know my voice so good, huh?" He asked with cheeseness in his voice.

"Shut up and answer, idiot." Arreum annoyingly said.

"Jake."

"Okay, so..why did you call me?" She asked.

"Sending you an address, meet me there in 10."

"Hey but-" "Hello?"

Before Arreum could ask him why, he hung up. "Motherfucker" She cursed under her breath. Opening her phone, she saw his message. She closed her phone again and went to wash her face.

"What should I wear?" She asked herself, while sliding the fits one by one. No brand seemed to please her. "Wait, why the fuck should I care about my appearance? It's just Nischay. Yeah." She reminded herself. "But still, I should leave an impression. It's important to have a good impression. But, Arre, it's that fuckin' Nischay." After she was finished with the battle with herself, she finally took out something to wear.