Lovers but situationally❣️☠️

The feel of him *&^%

❣️..TARUN..❣️

My head was throbbing with pain. My senses were trying to return, but they couldn’t. My body wanted to get up, but it just… couldn’t.
I was like a dead body on the bed.

This—was the name and legacy of the hangover.

A cold shower and a nice vomiting session could’ve helped with the spinning in my head, but I didn’t even have the energy for that.

I felt surreal about the things I did yesterday.
As a normal teenager, I probably wouldn’t have experienced any of it—but who said I was normal?

It’s been ages since I felt this good.
Going out. Hanging with my new bestie.
It felt amazing.

Bestie.
That word brought someone to mind instantly.
Solani.
I had to call her. I needed to talk about this guy—Tanishq. Not only would it recharge me, it would reset my entire mood.

It only took me a second to call.
And it took her only a millisecond to pick up.

“Hi gurrrllll! How was the GET-TOGETHER MEETING? How many people did you meet? Did you have sex? Did you find your husband?”
She fired off the questions like bullets.

“Calm down,” I laughed, dodging them like Neo from The Matrix—but it was a lost cause.

“I will—once you spill. I want every ounce of detail,” she demanded.

“Okay, okay! So, it was fun and dramatic. Like a full-on Netflix teen party vibe. And… I met someone.”

“OMG. Oh. My. GOD. Who?!”

“Remember I told you about that crazy brother and sister who crashed into me?
Well… I met that guy at the party. Shivansh arranged it. Then we went for a walk and watched the sunset together.
THAT’S ALL.” I said dramatically.

“What?! That’s all?! Tarun, that’s a sign. You’re supposed to marry him. This is the sign you always talk about. Come on!”

“Come on, shut up. It was just a coincidence. That’s all. Nothing more.”

“Nah, it was not. He wouldn’t have been there if the universe didn’t want him to be. He is your soulmate. And I need to know everything—from his head hair to his pubic hair. EVERYTHING.”
She said it like a general giving orders.

“Okay, okay! His name’s Tanishq. He’s a second-year dropper. He’s taller than me—hehe. He’s dusky, smells so good, and has those masculine, titan-like shoulders. He wasn’t just masculine—he smelled masculine. If that’s even a thing. He’s so sweet, gentle, and he actually listens to my gibberish. He’s kind of perfect—but I mean, it was only the first meet.”

“Damn. You are drooling for him. You need to calm down.”

“I am calm!” I screamed… blushing.

“Tell that lie to the butterflies in your stomach. I can feel them through the phone! But listen—don’t let him in too easily, mentally or physically. Make him suffer a little, babe.”

“I know. I’ll try. But he’s just... perfect. His skin, his scent, his voice, his thoughts, his aura... he’s so my type.”
I giggled after every sentence.

“AND he's the calm one?” Solani teased.

We ended up talking for another hour—nonstop.
It was basically a lite version of KBC, where every question was about him, and I answered like a contestant fighting for 7 crores.

Eventually, it was getting late.

“Girl, I need to go. I haven’t even brushed or showered. I was just too excited to tell you everything,” I said reluctantly.

“You are disgusting. But anyway, go. One last thing though—don’t get too attached too quickly. And don’t let him play with your feelings. If he turns out to be a jerk, call me. I’ll thrash him.”

“From Kolkata?” I laughed.

“Virtually if I have to. But if that’s not enough—I’ll travel to Kota.”

“Got you, babe. Thank you. I’ll remember your words... but—”

I was about to start my "but-he's-different" rant when someone knocked at the door.

My heart started beating fast.

Could it be him?

I mean... he didn’t know where I lived. That would be creepy—yet kinda romantic too.
Maybe Shivansh told him. Maybe he came to surprise me...

Maybe I was just being a delusional dumbass.

I opened the door—

Only to see Vikas standing there.

He had my chemistry notes, which he’d borrowed to catch up after missing some classes. We’d become good friends lately. I did like him, but there was always this eerie air around him.

Except today.
Today, it was... different.
His presence didn’t feel eerie—it felt off. Something had shifted.

He looked thinner—but in Kota, drastic weight loss is normal.
Still, something was just... not right.

“Hijii. Good morning,” I greeted, noticing his silence.

He didn’t say a word. Just handed over my notebook and turned to leave.
I was about to say something when he slammed the door of his room shut.

If it had been anyone else, I would’ve been angry.
But this was Vikas—one of the sweetest guys I know. He doesn’t even raise his voice, let alone slam doors.

Something was definitely wrong.
But I didn’t ask. In Kota, we all go through our ups and downs. Emotions crash and swell like waves.
In just a month, I’d already had four emotional breakdowns.
So I gave him space, hoping he’d come out stronger.

I finally dragged myself into the shower.
My head was still heavy—but better.

A cold, refreshing shower helped.
Then, I did a two-hour study session, called my parents, and got back to my monotonous routine of classes.

I HATE MONDAYS.

But today was different.
Because someone’s presence had changed everything.

After class, I couldn’t contain the butterflies anymore.
I jumped in the air when I got back to my room.

Because I saw him.
The boy I met just yesterday.
The boy I hadn’t seen in class ever before.

And now, after our cute walk…

I saw him in my coaching class.

IS THIS REALLY A SIGN??!!