Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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How long does it take to fall for someone? One day? Ten days? One week? Ten weeks? One month?
Six. Six months. That's how long I've been with Zeeshan. Time flies when you actually want it to move slower, to live your days rather than pass by them.
I've spent the last six months of my life sneaking glances at the guy I thought I would hate forever. He hurt me, every single day. But only so others don't hurt me more. Is that reason justified? I don't know. I would never know. You don't think logically in love. I don't either. My logic jumped off the roof to its death the day I let him kiss me.
It-
A hand bangs on the locker beside my head. Everyday. This didn't change. This didn't stop. I turn around to face him and press my back against the locker. He screams. Louder so people hear and enjoy. I'm not afraid of him anymore. I know he still does this for me. Doesn't mean I don't hate it.
I love that he wants to keep me safe, I hate that he has to do this for it. I love that he comes to my room every night to be with me, I hate that he has to sneak in. I love being with him but I hate that I'm a secret that he can't share.
He leaves me after giving me a light shove. My shoulder doesn't hurt. The same thing can't be said for my heart. How long will this go for? He is a senior. His course is about to end. I barely have a month with him here and then he will be gone.
Would he be with me openly then? My heart drums against my ribcage at the thought before my brain takes over. What difference does it make? While we were in university, I was a secret. I feel like a criminal. We are both committing crimes by being together it seems.
The sky turns shades as the sun sets and the night falls. I don't go back to my room like I usually do. Instead I take the opposite turn and move towards the bar most of the people from Phantom go to. It's buzzing with people. It is the start of the weekend now, everyone is here to enjoy and lay off some steam while I'm here to drown.
