Annika Mehra has a hundred things she needs to take care of: her business, her sister, her familial responsibilities and quite a few things she would rather forget.
The unfortunate circumstances which entangle the lives of an unorganised and energe...
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I watched as Khushi and Arnav bickered over who had played worse, leading to them being behind Annika and I in the competition.
"You know," Daksh said from beside me, munching on the honey nuts he'd purchased a few minutes ago, "If you don't like your girlfriend talking to other men, and consider it cheating, then tell her."
My eyes narrowed, "I don't care about who she talks to, Daksh. And I'm not insecure freak to think that talking to someone of the opposite sex is cheating," I rolled my eyes.
"Your earlier reaction to meeting up with her boyfriend," he halted as I glared at him coldly, "Sorry," he held his hands in the air in surrender. "Her male friend, indicated otherwise."
"I'm not a big fan of someone who eyes a woman like she's some meat at a market," I replied coldly.
"To be fair," Daksh started, "Your girlfriend's pretty hot."
My jaw tightened in anger, as I stared at him coldly, "Be mindful of how you speak about my girlfriend, Khurana."
Daksh's eyes widened, as his lips parted in surprise, "Chill, bro. I didn't mean to offend you."
Rolling my eyes, I stood up and walked towards where Annika stood, her arms crossed in front of her chest, as she grinned at Arnav and Khushi—— still bickering with one another.
"It's our turn," I cleared my throat.
Annika turned back to glance at me, and her smile faltered. Her forehead creased as she pursed her lips, before muttering under her breath and walking forward to grab a bowling ball.
What was up with her?—— I frowned.
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I tugged her backwards, placing a hand on her cheek.
"Hey," I whispered softly, "What's wrong?"
Annika's lips parted slightly as she debated on whether or not to say something. "Nothing," she mumbled, turning her face away, and walking towards the alley, before swinging the ball which knocked off a few pins.
Something was clearly wrong.
Exhaling a breath, I walked towards Annika who stood beside the bowling balls, and grabbed a second ball, leaning towards her.
Her palms rested on my chest as she blinked, surprised, "What are you doing?" She whispered.
I placed my left hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer, while I picked a reasonably weighted ball in my right hand.
