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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Ara's POV: Kabir is my bully. I really, really hate him! He is the famous guy in our college. I am so not his girlfriend, and I would never ever in my life even think of it! He has something against us on his phone, and I have to tolerate him until I can get it. Once I do, I will punch him hard on his nose! I dream about it every time I see him. After Vicky left, I stood there facing Kabir, my frustration boiling over. "What do you really want, Kabir?" I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anger bubbling inside me. Kabir smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "I told you, baby. We have a project to finish. And I missed you." "Stop calling me that," I said through gritted teeth. "And get to the point."
He chuckled, clearly enjoying my irritation. "Fine. I need your help with some assignments. You're the best student in our class, and I need good grades." I clenched my fists, trying to keep my cool. "I'll help you with your assignments, but you have to delete those videos from your phone. Now." Kabir's smirk faded slightly, and he looked at me with a calculating expression. "I'll delete them once you finish my assignments." "How do I know you'll keep your word?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "You don't," he said with a shrug. "But you don't really have a choice, do you?"
I hated that he was right. I felt trapped. "Fine," I muttered. "I'll do it. But this is the last time." "Of course, baby," he said, his smirk returning. "I'll see you in class tomorrow." With that, he turned and walked away. I slammed the door shut, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. I leaned against the door, trying to calm down. After a few minutes, I took a deep breath and headed to Vicky's room. I needed to explain everything to him. I couldn't bear the thought of him believing Kabir's lies.
I knocked softly on his door, but I didn't get any reply. "Maybe he's sleeping?" I let out a loud sigh. I hated the look on Vicky's face when that jerk told him he was my boyfriend. I knew I needed to clear things up, but it seemed like it would have to wait. I turned away from Vicky's door, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness.
As the day turned into night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind kept replaying the events of the day, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the image of Kabir's smug face or the sadness in Vicky's eyes!
The next morning, I woke up early and made breakfast for both of us, but I had to rush to Shreya's house. She messaged me an SOS, so I had to!
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I reached home at 12:00 p.m., and as soon as I walked in, I saw Vicky heading back to his room. Did he wait for me?
"Vicky? Can we talk—" I was brutally cut off by the loud slam of his door. I breathed out heavily and went to the kitchen, only to see the breakfast I made lying on the table just as I had left it.
My heart sank as I stared at the untouched food. I knew I needed to find a way to get through to Vicky, to make him understand what was really happening. But for now, all I could do was clean up and hope that we'd find a way to talk later.
I cleaned up the breakfast dishes slowly, my mind racing with thoughts of Vicky. The guilt weighed heavily on me—he didn't deserve to be caught up in this mess, and I couldn't stand the thought of him thinking I'd betrayed him somehow. I needed to explain everything, but I wasn't sure how to even start.
After putting the last plate away, I stood in the kitchen, staring blankly at the counter. I knew I couldn't leave things as they were. I had to talk to him, even if he didn't want to listen.
I walked over to Vicky's door and knocked softly. "Vicky? Please, can we talk?" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. There was no answer, just the silence that felt louder than anything. I sighed, leaning my forehead against the door. "Please, just hear me out. It's not what you think."
Nothing.
I walked back to my room, tears finally finding their way out.
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Hello people!!
I'm sooo sorry for not posting last week! Let me know if u like this chapter! Any improvements, suggestions?
