𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 | 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 |

✷ 6 ✷

Next day in college,

The break time chatter filled the room, but Krish was silently copying today's notes from Nisha's copy. The professor had given them out earlier, but Krish had been busy with a football match.

Nisha noticed the change in his demeanor. He had been fine this morning, but now he was unusually quiet.

Concerned, she asked, "Anything happened, Krish?"

He glanced at her, his eyes briefly meeting hers before he looked away. "What will happen to me? It's nothing," he replied, his tone dismissive."

Then why are you silent? You're not talking much," Nisha pressed, her brows furrowing with worry.

Krish remained silent, his focus on the notes in front of him. Frustrated, Nisha shook him by his shoulder. "I know something has happened, and you're not telling me. Did I do something wrong? I can feel you're angry with me. If you don't tell, how would I know?" she asked sadly.

He sighed, the weight of his frustration showing. "If you know that I'm angry with you, then you should also know what the reason is," he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Nisha was puzzled. "Can you once tell me what has happened? I'm not understanding anything," she pleaded.

Krish's eyes darkened as he asked, "Did you by any chance accept a friend request from Vishal?"Nisha looked at him, confused, as he continued, "Today during the match, Vishal told me how you accepted his friend request and you both had a really nice conversation last night."

"Krish, I-" she began, but he cut her off."Yes or no?" he demanded, his voice tense.

She closed her eyes, feeling a pang of guilt. "Yes.""And you didn't even bother to tell me about this?" he asked, his voice rising slightly.

She shook her head, "Krish, I was about to tell you about it..."

"But what, Nisha? What? I already warned you not to talk to that boy. He is not a..." Krish's voice trailed off in frustration.

Nisha, now equally frustrated, got up from her seat angrily. "Stop it, Krish. Just stop it! I don't know why you're behaving this way. It's just a friend request, Krish. Why are you overreacting? Okay, I talked with him. What's the big deal? Since yesterday, I've been tolerating this behavior of yours..." she exclaimed, her voice rising with each word.

Krish stood up, his anger evident. "Because you don't know what type of person he is, Nisha. He is a fucking-"

She cut him off sharply, "I don't want to know what type of person he is. Let me remind you, Krish, I'm an adult."

Krish looked at her, hurt evident in his eyes as he murmured, "Nisha..."

She continued, her voice firm, "And I can take care of myself. You don't have to think about me." With that, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the room.

Krish banged the table in anger, glaring at her retreating figure. "Okay, as you wish. But if you land in any kind of trouble, don't expect me to save you then," he muttered under his breath, his frustration boiling over.

The tension between them was palpable, and as Nisha stormed out of the room, Krish's anger simmered just beneath the surface.

He watched her leave, his heart a mix of frustration and concern.Nisha walked down the corridor, her mind racing.

She couldn't believe how possessive Krish was being. Sure, Vishal was just a guy she accepted a friend request from and had a conversation with.

Did that really warrant such an intense reaction?As she reached the end of the hallway, she leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

She couldn't understand why Krish was so adamant about Vishal. Was there something about him that she didn't know? But more importantly, did Krish really think so little of her judgment?

He looked at Nisha's empty chair, his mind replaying the argument. He hated fighting with her, but he also hated the idea of her being hurt by someone like Vishal. His protective instincts were at war with his need to trust her judgment.

Their next class started, and Krish couldn't help but stare at Nisha, who was now sitting with Vani. Nisha didn't spare him a single glance, her focus entirely on her friend and the lesson. Guilt weighed heavily on Krish's heart.

His previous behavior had been out of line, and he regretted it deeply.Throughout the class, he kept stealing glances at Nisha, hoping for some sign that she might be willing to hear him out. But she remained resolutely indifferent, making it clear she hadn't forgiven him.

The teacher's presence prevented Krish from approaching her, forcing him to stay put and wait. Determined to make things right, Krish decided he would apologize as soon as the class ended, hoping for a chance to mend what he had broken.

As the class ended , to his bad luck the teacher ask him to meet her in staffroom for something urgent.

He couldn't help but curse at the timing.But when he came back he couldn't find Nisha in the class. He thought that she would be waiting for him at the entrance..

But neither he could find there. He could their friends were talking with each other in the corner..

'Hey Ankit ?? Did you see Nisha anywhere??' he ask with a hope ..

'Nisha, yeah ,she was there a moment ago talking with one boy.' Vani says as she couldn't remember his name

'Boy?? Which boy are you talking about?' Krish frowns.

'Aree that boy with whom you play football...'vani continues

'Aree she is telling about Vishal ' Ankit adds ..

'Yes yes that boy Vishal, she had gone with him in his bike' Vani replied..

Krish stepped back, feeling hurt.Something crumbled in his heart. It was the first time Nisha had gone home with someone else.

With only a few conversations, she had become so comfortable with Vishal that she chose to go with him today, just because she was angry with Krish. The realization hit Krish hard, adding a sting of bitterness to his already aching heart.

Both Ankit and Vani exchanged knowing looks. It was clear to them that Krish's feelings for Nisha ran deeper than just friendship. The pain in his eyes when he learned that Vishal had picked her up revealed the depth of his emotions, even if Krish himself hadn't yet realized it. To him, Nisha was not just his best friend-she was something more.

Ankit patted his shoulder gently. "Hey Krish, don't worry, yaar. He'll drop her safely."

Vani added reassuringly, "Just go home and talk to her. She's not the type of girl to hold onto anger for long."

Krish only nodded his head sadly. Their words were well-meaning, but they couldn't soothe his already anxious heart. The unease and jealousy gnawed at him, refusing to be calmed by simple reassurances.

___________________________