"Life is full of uncertainties, but it is in embracing them that we find our true strength in form of friends."
Ahaan's POV
Darn it! I don't know who posted the clip even after I confirmed it was deleted. This surely is an oversight. I really never wanted to. Troubling and exasperating that arrogant beam is pleasantly amusing. Then who did?
10 years man..... Did she really never have friends? Maybe or maybe not but her tears won't lie man. But why in the hell I was crying.......I had them though.....
Except for Dadaa and Hania Dii I never liked friends. They are such a bore. While having them or not, who cares about that? I too am a goodscorer. Then why she doesn't have? That's why she slapped me the other day. Shall I really confront her? Cause we're gonna fight again I perceive that for sure. It's in her genetics to initiate a fight you know, nonsense................
Still I assume I must apologize. Probably that would sort everything cause she did what I asked her previous week. That's bare minimum dude. Fine I'll try.
"Oh god!!! See I can't walk properly, because I have no friends so, I fell in a manhole."
This kept reverberating in different voices within the class. Random classmates were muttering her indirectly cause they don't have guts to even talk in front of her. They simply are mocking her. An extrovert in isolation. Did I turn her into a loner? While Dhvani and Rutuja are accompany each other.
Ain't my query clear? However, I approach her whilst she hoists her palm in defense to not come nearer and leave. I loath this thing to avoid. Man, communicate. I need to talk to her. But why? Certainly, if not now then in today's extra class.
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Khwahish's POV
Why did I rant everything to Sarab? Moreover, he's not gonna tell anyone but what if he did? ....... I even believed Ahaan but he......Exhaling a long breath and sigh of exasperation, as ain't able to continue with whatsoever thoughts are ruining my mind.
The school is over and am here for extra classes. So, I need to concentrate. After studying much, I return to the classroom, being freshened up once again, just to find Mast. Ahaan Mittal accompanying me. What the fuck? I'm sitting here for about 1.5 hours and...........Was he there from the beginning? Waiting for me?? Shutup!!!
I roll my eyes trying to ignore him and proceed to my bench when a sound creaks behind. Someone locked the door from outside. Such a stupid act of his................ I glare him while his face paled, and somewhat of regret slams in me because he himself is scribbling something. Just to control myself from beating him to the pulp, I grab a book and pretend reading it.
The moment my heart tries to forgive him, change my thoughts about him cause of the astonishing looks of his, which are exceptionally exquisite. What?
His stupid acts make me realize that he cannot change. He isn't a morally gray fictional man who'll persist to be the finest as I fix him. He is an Idiot and he will remain an Idiot forever.
I strive the supreme effort to keep myself distracted as tingles of alarm cascaded down my spine but I forced myself to hold my ground even as every self-preservation instinct screamed me to run cause he came over to whisper, leaning on the bench.
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