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My affection is hidden behind hatred, it fights with you on every single thing you say.
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"If I win, then you're not touching me in class." He smirked at my words, and I groaned inwardly.
Why did I have to be so specific, giving him his way? We both groaned the next second as we blinked simultaneously, resulting in a tie.
"I hate ties." He muttered, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his frustration. Just then, a boy came over and placed our order on the table. Akshnav immediately took out his phone and began checking something, while I let my gaze wander, admiring our college.
"Your mom made pancakes." Akshnav broke the silence, yelling. Before I could react, he reached over and took my bag from the table, rifling through it without a second thought.
"Mom packed those for Kuhoo and Kunal, not for you." I protested, trying to snatch the box from his grasp. But he held it high above me, out of my reach.
How could I possibly compete with him in height when he's 6'2 and I'm 5'7? Five-inch difference. Ugh!
Ignoring my protests, he started eating the pancakes while I sipped my tea, getting lost in its warmth and flavor. I was so absorbed in my own world that I didn't notice when he devoured four pancakes, leaving just one behind.
"Meer" He whined like a child when I closed the lunch box and put it back in the bag. I shot him a stern look.
"You've had enough." I said firmly. He made puppy eyes, a tactic I could never resist. To shield myself from his gaze, I covered his eyes with my hand, trying to hold on to my dwindling anger.
"Fuck you" He muttered under his breath. Without missing a beat, I shot back-
"Fuck me"
"I will" He replied. I take my hand back and started hitting on his forearm. He stopped me by grabbing my hands. A spark run though my body when he kissed the back of my hands.
"I don't remember giving you permission to touch me." I said, attempting to pull my hands away. But his grip was firm, and he held on tightly.
"Do I need your permission to touch you?" He asked, his gaze intense. In reply, I brought our joined hands to my face and bit him as hard as I could.
