°• Book 1 in the unexpected marriage series •°
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"They tried to hide their feelings with silence but they forgot that their eyes spoke too..."
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"I'm a mess at times, and there are days when I am a lot to handle", she cried...
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M O K S H
flashback~
Along with Nevan, I walked down the hallway of our school. Today was the interschool football competition and our school was competing. Since it was our final year in this school, we needed to win this match at any cost.
I could not afford to lose this match, not just because it was the last one but because we were playing against our rival school, and when I say rivals I mean enemies.
Our high school has a record for never losing the championship and I am going to make sure that the record stays.
"What do you think? Vho aayegi?", Nevan questioned nervously as he bit his lips. "Mujhe kya pata, usse aana hoga toh aayegi", I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.
[Translation: What do you think? Will she come?
What do I know, she will come if she has to.]
Unfortunately, Nevan's crush goes to the same rival school, and that's what stops him every time to kick some asses of the boys of her school even if they start a fight.
But this time I am not going to hold back, if they threw a punch I am going to punch them twice.
"Vaise tune usse aane ko bola toh tha na?", I questioned, arching my brow. "Kaha toh tha maine, abhi pata nhi aayegi bhi ya nhi", he replied, his shoulders slumped and a swallow expression on his face.
[Translation: By the way, you asked her to come, right?
I told her so, I still don't know whether she will come or not]
"Koi baat nhi, chal let's get changed", I patted his shoulder and he nodded. We walked down the stairs and towards the locker room.
[Translation: No problem, let's get changed]
Our high school was one of the topmost among the others in Delhi, it was known as the school of elites and everyone here was filthy rich.
We had just changed into our jerseys and were about to go towards our team when we were stopped.
"Wow, wow, wow, who do we have here, Mehrotra and his minion", Varad Agarwal, our rival from the other school mocked as he blocked our way with his bunch of a-holes.
"Glad to see you, Agarwal. I thought you wouldn't show up because you got some daddy issues with daddy's belt", I smirked, and Nevan sniggered from behind me.
