This is a story of a girl who loves cricket and a guy who is a budding cricketer.
Akshara Sharma is a diehard fan of cricket. and Vikram Krishna is a budding cricketer.
what will happen when they cross paths? will they start a like or hate relati...
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I was sitting on the couch, trying to focus on the TV, but my mind kept wandering. I couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she smiles, the way she moves, the way she scrunches her nose and furrows her brows when she's concentrating. And then there's her reaction when I flirt with her. The way she tugs her lips when she's nervous, the way she smirks, trying to come up with a clever comeback. I let out a sigh and slouch further into the couch, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing.
My thoughts are interrupted when Ara walks in and takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch. She looks pensive, lost in her own thoughts. Just as she opens her mouth to say something, the doorbell rings, cutting her off.
She gets up with a look of mild irritation and heads to the door. I watch her, feeling a pang of curiosity. Who could be visiting us at this time?
Ara opens the door, and my curiosity turns to concern when I hear the smooth, yet unsettling, voice from the other side. "Hello, Baby..."
Did he just call her "Baby"?
I sit up, my attention fully captured by the scene unfolding at the door. I can't really see Ara's face, but I can tell she's tense.
"What are you doing here?" her voice comes out shaky and irritated.
"Oh come on, baby! I know you missed me!" he says, leaning on the doorframe.
"What do you want, Kabir?" she asks, her frustration clearly growing.
Maybe I should step in.
"Come on, baby! Let me in. We have a project to finish. Together!"Project? Is he from her college?I decide to step in. I move behind her and ask, "Is everything alright, Ara?"
Before she can answer, Kabir speaks up. "Hi! I'm Kabir, Akshara's boyfriend!" he says with a smirk.
Boyfriend? I didn't know she had a boyfriend. I look at Ara, expecting an explanation, but she remains silent. Why is she quiet?
I'm frustrated and hurt. I feel like a fool for letting myself fall for her, only to be made a fool of again. I stand there waiting, hoping she'll speak, but when it becomes clear she won't say anything, I sigh and retreat to my room, trying to process the knot of emotions twisting inside me.
I shut the door to my room and sit on the edge of my bed, running a hand through my hair. The silence of the room is heavy, and my mind races with confusion and hurt. How could she keep something like this from me? And why did I let myself get so attached?
I try to focus on something else, anything to distract myself from the ache in my chest, but nothing seems to work. The image of Kabir smirking at me, coupled with Ara's silence, keeps replaying in my mind. I feel like an idiot for letting my feelings get so tangled up in this mess.
I hear muffled voices through the walls but can't make out what they're saying. I'm torn between confronting her and giving her space. I don't even know what I'd say if I did confront her. I'm angry, but I'm also hurt and confused.After what feels like hours, I hear the door to Ara's room close. I don't know if Kabir is still here or if he's left, but I decide not to come out of my room. I don't want to talk to her or even see her right now.
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Hello people!! I'm soo sorry for not posting last week!! Let me know if u like the story and comment any improvements I have got other than my lousy timing! I'm soo sorry abt that again!
