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Collywobbles

The afternoon sun escaped between the curtains into the kitchen as Khushi stood hovering over a huge pile of jalebis.
She was ill, she knew it. She had been sure when her acidity spikes made her uneasy. Once she felt her palpitations, she had spent hours with Payal's encyclopaedias to figure out heart conditions affecting young girls. Only for Payal to slam it shut when she refused to sleep after searching every nook and cranny of that poor, worn out book.

She was almost in tears now. She was going to die now, wasn't she?
"Illnesses which plague the young don't take much time to act" her buaji's voice echoed in her head. She had ignored buaji's words as an old wives tale, but look where it has brought her. Dead at eighteen!

But why? Is it the Delhi air, she wondered. She chewed her lips mercilessly as she thought of her 'symptoms'. Her eyes fell on the pile of jalebis and she froze. On top was a jalebi made in beautiful Devanagari script.
One word- Arnav.

Her acidity spiked as if on cue and her heart felt as if it would give it.

"He Devi maya!" she closed her eyes as the laad governors visage floated across, his eyes looking like melted chocolate, his eyebrows and their perfect arch, his lips and their perf-

She stopped short, gasping in shame as her face flooded with colour.

She was going to die indeed. He was going to be the death of her. A soft smile stole up her lips as she recalled what Payal's book had revealed to her. And the soft flutter of butterflies in her stomach made them known- 'collywobbles'.