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"Today, Dee isn't going to do any work, Naina proposed to me!" Aahan was shouting loudly.

"Naina?" I set aside my book.

"Yes, I want to show you a photo."

"No, just introduce me to her. Anyway, I don't have time. Who would believe that your girlfriend is my neighbor, yet I've never seen her even once?"

"I know you're the busiest person in the world, and you're also lazy to step out of the house. You're always busy with calls and messages, that's why you don't have a boyfriend."

"Aahan, when are you throwing a party?"

"Do you want pizza?"

"With extra cheese," I said, widening my eyes.

"Greedy," Aahan teased, giving me a sideways glance.

Meera started tickling Aahan.

"You're spending my money as if you earn it. You look at me as if you do. My grumpy brother," I said with a smirk.

"I may be grumpy, but I can do anything for you," Aahan replied with a smile.

"Big talker! You don't even do your own homework," I said with a suppressed laugh.

"I do not prefer writing, that's what Naina is for," Aahan responded.

"Naina?  it's shameful to get your homework done by your girlfriend. You go to school, can't do anything. Little kid," I said, lightly tapping Aahan's head.

Aahan adjusted his hair.

"Don't mess with my hair, Dee."

I continued messing with Aahan's hair, then he said, "Wait wait No Noooooo! Today's Sunday, and you're home too. Should I call Naina over?"

"Yeah, ask her to come over. There's no one at home," I replied.

"Wouldn't it be strange if she misunderstands something?"  Aahan said.

"No, that's how you have to say it," I replied with a smile. 

"Aahan made the call right in front of me. The white cat from the neighbor's house came over, and I was playing with her. Aahan brought Naina with him. I saw her for the first time; she was a shy, timid girl with brown eyes. One side of my salwar suit's dupatta had fallen, and I quickly fixed it while introducing myself with a smile. Naina seemed very nervous, and for a moment, I thought she couldn't hear me. I called out to her several times, poor thing. Maybe she got scared because I'm older. I'll have to make her comfortable as a friend.

Then Naina went to the restroom. I went to check on her and saw her staring at herself in the mirror. The door was open. What a strange girl, checking herself out in the restroom. She noticed me, and I lied, saying I also came to use the restroom. When I noticed Naina's face, it was pale. It seemed like she had an allergic reaction on her fair skin. When I asked her about it, she brushed it off as if nothing happened. I couldn't help but laugh. Kids from school, really. I don't even have any friends. I wish I had a friend like Naina."

After Naina left, I found myself saying to myself, "Naina, Naina, Naina, why do you talk so much about her?" She reminds me of that girl from my school, Heer, the most beautiful girl. Her eyes were just blue. Her dad worked for an American company and brought American chocolates every year, but she always gave them all to me. I was just in 5th grade then. I used to be so happy and would sit on my seat with joy. She always gave me her eraser because I was always losing mine. I helped Heer with her math, and she gave me chocolates. Then Heer went to America in 6th grade, and I felt a little lonely, but then my focus shifted to studying, and I didn't have time to recall her. I kinda liked Heer's wolf-cut hair, but I love my straight hair. Naina also has a bit of a wolf-cut, but hers are brown instead of black. Natural brown, wow, she is so lucky.

I kept talking to myself, tearing and throwing pages from the book. There were only paper balls in my room. The next day, I had an important call to make, but there was no network here. Maybe it's the third time this year I'm going out as Meera. I was talking to client, and then I saw Naina coming, so I got busy with the call. I wasn't paying attention to Naina; my mind was wandering. Her neck, I don't know why it looks so beautiful to me. I've always loved deer since childhood, and her neck is somewhat like that, soft and bright. Why am I thinking so much? I should stay away from this thought.

"Naina came to meet Aahan again. I thought I'd talk to her a bit; maybe she brought yummy chocolates for me like Heer used to, and we'll become good friends. I'll go shopping a lot then. But will she be friends with me? There's a 4-year age gap between us. I don't want her to start calling me 'Dee'. Sister, eww. I wish I weren't Aahan's sister. If she does call me that, it won't be right, but I want a good friend somehow, someone who will stay with me for a lifetime. Yes, I miss Shahnaz, but her story is too sad. I have to chat more with Naina, mission friendship begins.

There was so much chatter between Naina and Aahan that I went there to annoy Aahan. Aahan made plans for a movie; I didn't know Naina was allergic to romance, but Aahan scared of horror, and I don't even like movies. But if I become friends with Naina, I can spend Sundays with someone else. I don't need to spend time with boring books; I do not have friends at the office. Should I make a boyfriend or girlfriend? Girlfriend... I looked at Naina; she's so straight. My mind is messed up. She's not even looking towards me.

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