Love is confusing

My life

Male leader POV:

Hello, I am Subodh GC. Not trying to flex, but I am the son of the richest person in Nepal. My parents are always busy, y'know like they control the biggest company in Nepal. Since I was born, I have never received any parental love or anything. They used to leave me with maids and housekeepers. When the paparazzi needed a family picture, I got to see them, but they didn't seem to look at me. The only feeling I felt from my childhood was "loneliness, sadness and jealousy". I got everything other kids could ask for, but I didn't experience any love or care, and that is what I needed the most at that time.

Slowly, I started to become more and more cold to people. I really didn't care about anyone else till they owned me anything. I lived in a huge mansion but I got out of it, because even if I was not there, who would notice it? The mansion was dead empty, without laughter, chaos, nothing. I had a talk with my father, stating that I am a grown man now. I need to take charge of my own life alone. My father thought for a while and came up with a suitable concussion. He said I would do whatever I like, but I live in an apartment of his choice, study in a school of his choice and I don't make any trouble for my family or the rest of my family while I am out of his cage. It was- as I imagined - a very luxurious and large house, My room was on the second floor, and I was accepted to Nepal's biggest school. In the name of "The Himalayan Nepal Academic High School and College".I accepted the offer and moved in. I immediately made friends with the other students and soon felt like I belonged. It was the start of a new chapter in my life, and I was determined to make the most of it.

Right now, I'm in school reflecting on all this shit. Yea, that's my life I guess. I am in my third year right now. School is like my escape from life. I love it here not that I enjoy teachers and studying or anything, it is just my friends that make me happy about school.

"Yes," I said as I finished my notes. It was social and I HATE it! Not gonna lie, I don't really like any subjects except basketball. It's my comfort zone, when I play it, all the stress, life and everything else that goes wrong comes to mind. The basketball tournament is coming very soon and I have to pass my exams to be able to participate in it. I'm determined to do well on the exams. I'm going to put in the extra effort and use basketball as motivation to get better grades. I'm confident that if I keep working hard, I'll be able to achieve my goal and participate in the tournament. Well, first I need to get my ass up for reading.

 My ordinary school books don't have the necessary information in them, so I and my friends headed to the library to get some books. My eyes searched the shelves for the best one I could find. I also grabbed some of the business books. I took a seat beside the window. The table was very wide so all of my friends could surround me. The library smelled sweet and soft. I opened the book and began to read. My friends asked me questions as I read, and I answered them as best as I could. Soon, we had all the information we needed to complete our project.

Soon I got tired. I closed my book and blinked a few times. I looked at my friends and remembered all the pleasant things. Starting with Samir, Samir Baral, I met him when I lost my key one day. He was a nice guy who accidentally entered my life. He agreed to help me find my key. After a brief search, he found the key under a mattress. I may have dropped it and the generator must have put it under the mattress. I then asked him for his number so we could hang out sometimes. We became close friends and he was always there when I needed someone to talk to. We started going out for coffee and hanging out every week. He made me realize that life was still worth living.

Then, Elove Bhhattrai, he is a basketball player too. To be honest, he plays very well and puts effort into his work and this effort leads him to be this popular. I swear to God people know him more than they do me. I mean he is a charm. A very handsome guy who can pull anyone he likes but has no one special in his heart. At least for now.

Now, the cute, soft-looking one wearing glasses. He often doesn't talk too much and that's one of the reasons why I like him. If I need a shoulder to cry on he is always there for me. He is my best friend. He always complains about his 'annoying' sister but I don't know her. I don't care, I have never seen her face or her name and I don't really want to bother to ask Vishal. Yes, his name is Vishal, Vishal Aacharya. He always supports me, no matter what I do. He is the kind of friend who never judges and always listens. I'm so glad to have him in my life.

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