Bejeweled

Chpt.2

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So here is Chpt.2!

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I hate weekends!

I feel so damn jobless! God, I crave weekdays like a desert craves rain! (Knowing full well that tomorrow I'll be cursing weekdays and begging for a blissful weekend to save me.)

I'm such a hypocrite.

But who cares? Let's cut to the chase—

"Vanyaa!! Get yourself in the hall in half an hour, or I swear I'll lock you in this apartment forever!"

Shoot!!! I'm late.

Again.

Nothing new.

Shut up.

Hey! I'm Vanya Kapoor, and today, my life is being turned upside down because we're moving! And no, we're not moving cities, or even blocks away, but just to the next block—Block D. I mean, come on! I live in Block A. What's even the point?

But I don't want to move. My heart absolutely refuses.

Care to explain why?
 My inner voice taunted me.

Girl, how on earth am I supposed to leave the street where I literally crashed into my first crush? That's like leaving a part of my soul behind!

"Yeh ladki na! Kabse horn baja rahe hain! Ab kya aadhe ghante ka do ghanta karegi!"
(This girl! We've been honking for ages! Will you take two hours instead of half an hour now?)

Ouch! Mom really needs to stop hitting my head.

It's already tiny as it is.
Shut up!

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I'm standing in front of my new neighbour's apartment with this ridiculous stool in my hand. Ridiculous because I've stubbed my toe on it for the 10th time now.

"Yes?"

OH MY HEAVENLY FATHER, I MUST BE DREAMING.

Same mesmerizing green eyes, the same perfect face, and the same guy.

I don't even know his name, yet here I am, hopelessly crushing on him again.
I SWEAR, STOP.

"Aarav, who's there?" I heard a gentle voice. Turning my head, I saw the same lady who gave us the stool earlier.

"H-Hi! Aunty, I'm Vanya Kapoor. You helped us with this stool, remember?" I said, lifting the stool with one hand. Of course, an easy feat for me, being a basketball player and all.

I tried, okay? I tried my hardest not to look at him—Aarav—but his eyes were locked on me like I was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

"Oh! Yes, yes, you and your family recently moved here, right?" I nodded eagerly at her question.

"Do let me know if you need any other help?"

Your son? Yes, please.

"Thank you for your kind words, Aunty. Could you show me where to put this?" I gestured to the stool in my hand, trying to look composed and not like my heart was doing somersaults.

"Oh, yeah! Kuku, help her." Aarav scrunched his nose in the cutest way, saying, "Maa!" But before he could finish, the loud groan of the cooker drowned him out, and Aunty excused herself.

KUKU IS ADORABLE. SHUT UP!

Aarav was about to pick up the stool, but I was determined to make a good impression, so I quickly said, "Nope! Just point me in the right direction, please."

"Hey, it's fine—"

Before he could finish, I jumped back as the same scary dog came bounding in.

"Melon, stop barking at her," he said, scooping up the little beast. I moved even farther away, heart racing.

"You hold this, please, and just guide me to the room." He finally agreed, and the stool was dropped off soon enough.

I floated back home with a grin that wouldn't quit, knowing that tomorrow morning my family and I were invited for breakfast at his place.

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Don't. Don't ask me how I'm feeling!

Bro, what even is happening right now? This wasn't in the syllabus for life!

I can't believe she's my freaking neighbor. Like, damn destiny, you've really outdone yourself this time!

I got the perfect view of her today—those long legs, chubby cheeks, flowing hair, and her most captivating feature: those deep, enchanting black eyes. I'm a sucker for black eyes! Everyone else falls for different eye shades, but there's something mystical about black eyes. They sparkle every time she smiles, making them look like stars—

"Hey, Piya asked you to make some toast for the guests," Dad said, yanking me out of my daydreams.

Soon enough, I was done with the toast and setting the table when the guests arrived. My eyes immediately found her.

SHE HAD HER HAIR DOWN. IT FLOWED ALL THE WAY TO HER WAIST! HOLY MOLY!

I can't—

"Aarav, go with Vanya, show her around."

I love my dad.

.......

Thoughts?