Heartstring

Chapter 5

Amira's POV

I don't understand what is wrong with my friends. They literally told Agastya what's been bothering me. Now he's going to annoy me even more. But seriously, how will I find a date?Only two weeks are left. Bhagwaan ji, help me!
And all the boys I asked were already someone's partner or others were creepy af.
"Ab main kya karu"

Only one week is left for the competition—how will I find a partner? I don't want to lose to Shanaya. I was tense, and my friends suggested talking to Agastya or else I would lose.
I was heading to my class when Shanaya appeared out of nowhere, smirking.
"Looks like someone is unable to find a date. Haha, didn't I tell you I wouldn't let you win?"
"Lose and me? I never lose. Just wait and watch," I replied, trying to sound confident.

As Shanaya walked away, still smirking, I realized I had no other choice. I had to ask Agastya for help. Reluctantly, I made my way to his department to find him. When I saw his class empty, I sighed and turned to leave. Just then, I bumped into him.

We were so close, our faces inches apart. Neither of us broke eye contact. The wind was blowing, and my hair got in my face. Gently, he reached out and moved it aside. The touch sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly broke eye contact and cleared my throat.

"Agastya, I need to talk to you," I said, trying to sound composed.
He raised an eyebrow, the smirk already forming on his lips. "Oh? What about?"
I took a deep breath, hating every second of this. "I need a partner for the competition. Will you help me?"
He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. "I thought you'd rather die than take my help."

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check. "I don't have any other choice. Will you help me or not?"

He tilted his head, considering. "Well, well. Amaira needs my help. Who would've thought?" He paused for dramatic effect, then added, I know he is going to make fun of me and will deny.............
"Alright, I'll be your partner. But only because watching you lose to Shanaya would be too boring." I was shocked I glared at him, but a small part of me felt relieved. "Fine. We'll start practicing tomorrow."

As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and anticipation. This was going to be interesting.

Agastya's POV

I saw Amira standing in my class, ready to leave. But just as she turned, I entered, and we bumped into each other. She was so close, and for a moment, I almost forgot she hated me. The urge to grab her face and kiss her was strong, but I pushed it aside. Instead, I gently removed the strands of hair that the wind had blown onto her face. She quickly cleared her throat and distanced herself from me. I knew she would come back, and sure enough, she did, asking me for help.

I wanted to help her, but I couldn't let her know that. So, the next day, I intentionally arrived half an hour late to the auditorium where her friends were gathered. Seeing her annoyed was satisfying in a strange way.
When it was time to decide on a song for the competition, everyone gave their suggestions. Zoi, in her usual excitement, yelled out, "I have a song in mind!" As she mentioned "Delhi wali girlfriend," the look on Amira's face was priceless. I smirked making Amira more scare, I couldn't help but enjoy the moment. Zoi insisted it would be super fun, with the most popular girl and boy of the college, who hated each other, dancing to a fun song like that.

But Amira interrupted, questioning how they could dance to such a song when everyone else had picked classical songs. Zoi argued that there were no rules stating they had to dance to classical music, and I chimed in, teasingly asking if she was afraid of dancing with me. Amira stumbled over her words before finally agreeing.

As we began practicing, I found myself enjoying our time together more and more. I got to know her better, discovering her kind nature and seeing her help others countless times. She was so different from Shanaya. I found myself smiling more than I had in a long time. I started stalking her on social media, her silly jokes never leave my mind, who would've thought I will start eating dosa because she likes it? What was this girl doing to me?

Amira's POV

Somehow, I agreed to dance to the song, though I knew he would enjoy it more than me. He was late on the first day, which only fueled my apprehension. But over the past week, I got to know more about him. I liked his smiling face. Despite his reputation, he never did anything without reason. He even treated my friends like his own, hanging out with us as if we were his equals. We exchanged numbers, but we never really spoke much over chat or calls. I found him less annoying and scary, and I even liked seeing him smile. I make jokes around him, tells him about my future, my dreams, my plans, he knows my favourite song, food. What was wrong with me? I shouldn't trust him this much.