𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 | 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 |

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Next day ,

Nisha stood anxiously at the football ground, waiting for Krish, who had promised they would head to the library together.

Her foot tapped incessantly on the ground, impatience growing as she couldn't spot him anywhere.

Just as she turned to look behind her, a football struck her hard in the back, sending her crashing to the ground.

A cry of pain escaped her lips."Ahhhhh," Nisha cried out, feeling a sharp pain in her knee.

The players who had been playing nearby gathered around her in a circle, concerned expressions on their faces.

She tried to get up, but the pain in her legs and hands made her wince and squeeze her eyes shut.

Suddenly, a boy stepped forward and gently held her by the arms, helping her to her feet."Are you okay?" he asked, his tone filled with worry.

Nisha opened her pain-filled eyes and found herself staring into his concerned gaze, their faces so close that her heart skipped a beat.

"I'm so sorry you got hurt because of me," he said, helping her to a nearby bench. "I was trying to make a goal, but the ball accidentally hit you."

"It's okay, I already forgive you," Nisha said, hearing his continuous apologies.

"It's not okay. Look, you're hurt badly, and your leg is bleeding heavily. Let's go to the nearby hospital," he insisted, examining her injury.

Nisha started to protest, but he was adamant, and it was too difficult for her to walk on her own.

Just then, Krish arrived, having heard from other players that Nisha was hurt and bleeding badly. He was completely clueless about what had happened.

"Nisha!" Krish shouted as he ran to her, his eyes widening at her state.

"Hey, how did this happen? How did you fall? It's bleeding so much, Nisha, oh god," he said, panicking.

Nisha tried to calm him down with a small smile.

"I'm okay, Krish. It will stop automatically, don't panic, yaar."

Krish's eyes finally moved to the boy standing beside her, and he looked at him in confusion.

"Vishaal, you? What are you doing here?" Krish asked, his tone not so friendly.

Hearing his voice, Nisha was startled. Oh, so his name is Vishaal, but why is Krish talking in this tone?

"It was all my fault. I accidentally hit the ball towards her, and she got hurt," Vishaal admitted, guilt evident in his voice.

Krish's anger flared. "Are you blind or what? Is this how you play football?" he demanded angrily.

Nisha held Krish's hand to stop him. "It's okay, Krish. He already said sorry. Please don't get angry."Krish glared at her, unable to understand how she could say it was okay. It was not okay, but he calmed his anger for the moment. His main concern was to treat her wound.

Without saying anything, he knelt down and used his handkerchief to tie her wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Yeah, looks like you're completely okay," Krish said sarcastically, and Nisha immediately closed her mouth.

"Come, let's go to the hospital. It's pretty bad," he said, getting up and completely ignoring Vishaal.

"That's what I've been telling her for a long time, Krish, but she's behaving like a stubborn girl," Vishaal added.

Krish continued to ignore him, not interested in his talk. "Hold my hand and try to get up," he said, offering his hand to Nisha.

Nisha sighed and took his hand to stand up, but before she could do that, Vishaal intervened. "Wait! You're already in pain, Nisha. You can't walk now. Let me carry you."

Before she could protest, Vishaal scooped her up in his arms."What are you doing? I can walk by myself, Vishaal. You don't have to carry me. Put me down," Nisha shrieked, fearing she might fall.

"Don't worry, I can carry you. Just hold on tight to my neck," Vishaal said reassuringly.

"Vishaal!" Krish called out, the name leaving his mouth with a hint of frustration.

"Come on, dude, I'm not that weak. I won't let her fall," Vishaal said, looking at Krish.

As Vishaal scooped Nisha into his arms, Krish felt a rush of emotions that he struggled to comprehend.

A sharp pang of jealousy surged through him, an unfamiliar and unsettling feeling. His eyes were fixed on Nisha, her face close to Vishaal's, and his heart clenched painfully at the sight.

Seeing her in Vishaal's arms ignited a fierce protectiveness within him.

She was his best friend, someone he cared deeply about, and the sight of another boy holding her so intimately made his chest tighten with anger and frustration. He hated the helplessness that washed over him, the inability to do anything but watch as someone else took care of her.

Krish's thoughts raced, filled with questions and doubts. Why did seeing Nisha in Vishaal's arms bother him so much? Why did it feel like a betrayal, even though he knew Vishaal was only trying to help?

The confusion added to his growing resentment, and he clenched his fists, his jaw set in a tight line.He felt a deep, gnawing hurt as he watched them walk away, the distance between him and Nisha growing with each step Vishaal took.

Krish didn't reply, his eyes lingering on his empty hand that Nisha had been holding just moments before. He felt a pang of hurt and jealousy seeing her in Vishaal's arms. She was his best friend, right? So why was he feeling this way?

It was as if an invisible barrier had formed between them, one that he couldn't cross at that moment.

Without wasting any more time, Krish rushed after them. A boy like Vishaal couldn't be trusted with her.

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