𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
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The announcement for the basketball championship blared through the speakers, filling the air with excitement. Evyaan stood off to the side, lost in thought, his expression hinting at some sort of plan brewing in his mind.
"Dumbo, you're in, right?" Aakib called out, pulling Evyaan towards the court. Evyaan followed, but his sharp gaze lingered elsewhere.
Nearby, a group of boys burst into loud laughter, led by Laksh. His mocking voice carried across the court, slicing through the ambient noise.
"Bro, she gets all shaken up and fragile the moment the crowd arrives, as if it's not a crowd but a shark attacking her. She looks so funny," Laksh sneered.
Evyaan's head snapped toward him, his jaw tightening. His glare burned with unrestrained fury, a storm brewing in his eyes.
Unnoticed, Samayara stood with her friends nearby, visibly hearing every word. She didn't say a thing, but her presence seemed to amplify Evyaan's anger.
Laksh's laughter only grew louder until a sudden, loud gasp silenced the group. It was followed by a groan of pain as Laksh collapsed to the ground, clutching his face. Blood streamed from his nose.
Crap.
Evyaan had nailed him square in the face with the basketball.
Kiaan watched as Evyaan strode forward, calm but unrelenting, retrieving the ball without even sparing Laksh another glance.
"Oh, did I just interrupt your fun time? My bad," Evyaan said coldly, a smile curling his lips. He turned and walked away, leaving Laksh stunned on the ground, while every gaze in the area followed him.
"Shit," Kiaan muttered under his breath as he followed Evyaan.
Evyaan strode ahead with an infuriating swagger, as if the entire ten batches hadn't just witnessed him deliberately take down Laksh. Aakib stood near the court, his eyes blazing with fury, his body rigid, ready to confront him.
"You know you can get rusticated for this," Aakib said sharply, his voice taut with anger as he approached.
"It was a mistake," Evyaan replied with a nonchalant shrug, his tone dismissive and deliberately provoking. The other teammates exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the tension thickening between the two.
"Aakib, my boy, he was passing it to me. I was right next to Laksh. Not our fault he jumped in the middle, laughing his ass off," Kiaan interjected smoothly, his tone calm and calculated. "And Dumbo, you might want to spend more time on the court if you're aiming for perfection. That was a pretty sloppy shot."
Kiaan gave a subtle signal to the other teammates, who hesitantly echoed his defense.
"Right, Evyaan, it was just a slight miss," one of them offered, but Aakib's glare silenced them immediately.
