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...
"Truth, Dare, Spin bottles, You know how to ball, I know Aristotle"
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"So, when are you going to ask me?" Evyaan asked, and I wasn't the only one who perked up—the people behind us clearly tuned in.
I shot him a questioning look, but he didn't budge. My heartbeat kicked into overdrive just thinking about asking him—and seeing him like that.
To make it worse, his shirt had only five buttons.
God. Why is he doing this?
Isha furrowed her brows. "What do you mean, Evyaan? We're not supposed to ask within the group, are we?" she asked, her voice laced with amused confusion.
"There's no rule like that, Samayara. Ask me," he said firmly, eyes locked on mine—and something about that gaze sent a chill right through me.
"Evyaan—"
"Heyy, Evyaan, long time no see," the guy Isha had wanted to approach suddenly stepped in.
"Hey, Rohan," Evyaan replied, voice calm but unmistakably irritated.
"Sorry, not sorry for eavesdropping," Rohan said with a smirk, "but why are you asking her to ask you? What's this about?" He offered me a polite smile. I mirrored it politely.
"It's a dare," Evyaan said coolly, removing his arms from his shoulders.
"Interesting," Rohan muttered, his interest piqued. A few of his friends had joined now, tall and confident.
Even with Isha next to me, I felt my nerves rise again. I took a deep breath, trying to shake it off, and Evyaan must've sensed it—he stepped closer.
"Ask me, Samayara," he said again, bold and confident, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I froze.
My cheeks heated as his words echoed in my ears. He stood there, unbothered, effortlessly perfect. Meanwhile, I was barely holding it together.
Why did he have to look like that while I was falling apart?
"Bro, at least tell me what's going on," Rohan interrupted again, sounding less curious and more nosy.
Evyaan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, grabbed Rohan's shirt, and yanked him closer.
Whatever he whispered was enough to wipe the smirk clean off Rohan's face for a second—just long enough.
Then he shoved him back.
Rohan caught himself, gave us a knowing smirk again, and walked off with his friends like nothing had happened.
"Evyaan, you don't have to do—" I began as Rohan disappeared into the crowd.
"Just ask me, Samayara. I'll do anything," he muttered, ruffling his hair in frustration.
