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Chapter 10.

Preet's POV
“You mean you had a crush on a random stranger for five years and he happened to be your mother's friend's son?” Trisha exclaimed as I spilled the tea to my friends. 

“Yes.” I whispered. I had ask them to come to my home and they were all here within half an hour with the dozens of Street food and coke. I was somewhat feeling guilty of calling them to my place within an hour of returning home, I don't know if they got the chance to take a rest or not. So all of us were spread on my bed comfortably. While the food was served in the center. 

“And he likes you since you were six years old?” This was Aanchal. She was more invested in my story unlike the other two who were attacking the food with all their might. 

“Yes. And I got to know it today only.”

“Bhai life toh teri hai, hum toh bass jee rahe hain kaise bhi.” I glared at Deeksha as she said this. 

There was a pause in the atmosphere until I continued with my annoyed and about-to-cry tone. “He could have reached out to me in these years, yet he chose not to do so. And when we finally met in the bus, he could have told me, or the countless time when we were with each other. He chose to stay silent everytime. And now out of nowhere he chooses to tell me that Hulk hi Ironman hai!”

“Think about it, Preet. That was five years ago! You were a minor. How could he get into a relationship with you at that time?” Deeksha reasoned. She isn't wrong though. I was indeed minor. But that doesn't justify him being silent about it all the time we spent together.

“Okay, but he could have told me when we finally met after five years. I was waiting for him for years, like a fool and he didn't even bother to tell me when we met. Isn't it wrong?” 

“It's definitely wrong. Why don't we one thing! Let's draw Hulk and then we all will stab him. What say?” Trisha finally stopped munching on the street food we had and gave an idea. It was considerable. I would definitely do this. But then a thought came into my mind. I began crying. “Par meko drawing nahi aatiiii” I kept my hand on my forehead and cried louder.

They sighed. I composed myself. 

“Ho gaya Tera?” I smiled sheepishly at Trisha as she gave me a stern look with her words. 

They drew Avenger's Hulk on a paper and gave me a pen to stab his picture. I did. And trust me, this is peace. But my inner storm was still not calmed. That's when my gaze fell on the set of black bangles. My mood turned worse. For once, I entertained the thoughts of returning the bangles. But then, why should I return these beautiful bangles to him. What's their fault?

We decided to dance to lighten my mood and have a distraction from Dev. The song started playing, and we began dance like crazy. 

“Ankhiyan Ladi ho ladi beech bazar
Dil Mera lut gya pehli baar
Ankhiyan ladi ho ladi beech bazar
Dil Mera lut gya pehli baar
Usko bulaya Maine kitni baar
Aaya nhi Chandra ekvi baar

Tote tote ho gya Dil tote tote gya
Tote tote ho gya Dil tote tote ho gya”

Dev's POV
I listened her talking to her friends, complaining about me being silent all the while regarding the events of five years ago. I saw her stabbing Hulk's picture, this was a clear sign how much pissed off she was with me. I saw her dancing her heart out with her friends. All the while I found my heart melting as she did anything. I am surely whipped!