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Akul Pov
I rush behind Oj. I have hurt him by not confiding in him, also by not trusting his love and doubting him because of someone else's manipulative words. Even though he is unaware yet.
"Forgive me, Oj." No reply. He is angry, confirmed, and distancing at this moment to cool down.
"Won't even talk?" Again, no response.
He turns around, burning in anger. I flinch.
For fuck's sake, Akul, you are elder; do not be scared. I give myself some TED talks before approaching him again.
"I am not habitual of your silence, Oj."
"You seem so bothered for someone who does not give a shit about what others go through because they keep quiet despite probing innumerable times." Guiltily, I look down.
"Fucking look into my eyes when I am talking." Younger version of Ethi bhaiya. I gulped, witnessing the fury on his expressions.
"Please." My eyes become teary. He immediately takes me in a tight hug.
"Do not you fucking dare shedding ganga jamuna here. Pehle galti karo, fir ro do. Baat khatam." He scolds me.
(do noy you fucking dare shedding rivers from your eys, first make mistake, then starts crying. So that no one can say anything to you.)
"I am delighted for you. You know math." We separate from the hug.
"Aaj toh kafi teachers were absent, so we spent many free periods in either the computer lab or the ground. Arey aaj Anushka and Rohit ki ladayi ho gayi thi kyuki rohit ne use wish nahi kiya uske birthday pr, despite he should have been the first one being her boyfriend. She cried too. I, along with our friends, laughed so hard mocking Rohit. Fir Rohit pecked her cheek in front of the entire class, not before apologizing to her on his knees."
(Many teachers were absent today, so we spent many free periods in either the computer lab or the ground. You know Anushka and Rohit got into a fight because apparently, despite being her boyfriend, who should have been the first, Rohit forgot to wish her on her birthday. She cried too. I, along with our friends, laughed so hard mocking Rohit. Then Rohit pecked her cheek in front of the entire class before apologizing to her on his knees.)
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Bonds
General FictionA person in his one eventful life goes through a lot of emotions and feels each of them with a different bond. Unconditional love for family, unwavering support with that one only friend who has been with him through thick and thin, painful heartbre...
