𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
"I just can't take my eyes off you,Tell me anything you wanna do"
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"You're a traitor. Why didn't you wake me up?" Samayara grumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
She looked like a child searching for her mother in her sleep—vulnerable, unguarded. A chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.
"What's so funny?" she demanded, glaring at me.
"You," I replied simply. She blinked, clearly puzzled, then curled up beside me without another word.
"Evyaan, go to sleep now," she commanded, stifling a massive yawn as she handed me the blanket.
Fatigue was catching up to her fast—I could see her eyelids drooping, the fight slowly leaving her.
"I don't want to—" I began, but she cut me off with a sleepy, half-hearted shush.
"Don't argue with me. You even gave me the blanket. Who'll be responsible if you catch a cold?" she said, her voice tinged with sleepy irritation as another yawn escaped her.
"You'd have slept if I let you take the watch. And I wasn't even cold," I pointed out. She immediately set the blanket aside.
"Oh, so you don't trust me? Fine. Sit there and guard by yourself," she snapped, her eyes flashing with hurt as she stood abruptly, her movements stiff with offense.
"It's only fair if we share," I insisted. She mumbled something under her breath but sat back down.
"Are you really not cold?" she asked drowsily, pulling the blanket over both of us. Her voice was soft, but sharp enough to cut through the quiet.
Her messy hair, sleepy eyes, and slightly swollen lips made something tighten in my chest. She was too damn close.
"Not really, but this is better," I muttered, trying to ignore the heat rising in my neck.
"Let me know if you're uncomfortable," I said, shifting closer to make sure the blanket covered us both. She gave a lazy nod, already half-asleep.
"You were cold, weren't you?" she teased, amusement slipping into her voice.
"Not really," I dodged.
"Admitting it won't ruin your popularity, Ace Evyaan," she smirked, tying her hair into a messy ponytail, her eyes glinting mischievously.
"Not that I care about it anyway," I whispered back, a small smile tugging at my lips as I met her gaze.
For a while, we attempted various activities—like zoning out, zoning out again, and, eventually, zoning out enough to drift off. The silence grew unbearable until she spoke.
"So, the mountain girl's name is Aadhisha?" she asked, still looking up at the sky. "I was scared to ask her."
"Why would you be scared to ask someone's name?" I laughed softly.
