"When love strikes, nothing matters anymore."
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Four Families. Eight individuas. Four couples.
As individuals, they have their own identities. But as a couple, they are yet to find the way of life. And it can't be done without the involve...
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Sometimes, you don't understand how some people come into your life and fill that with hope. Sometimes, you don't want to find out.
It's the same for me with my ex senior and current professor. He is an amazing man. And he's so caring for me. And the proof is how I'm sitting on his dinning table right now, having a plate of fried rice.
"How is it?" He asked me, looking at me with hopeful expressions. As if my one compliment is going to make him the MasterChef of the year. I chuckled at that and took the first bite, surprisingly enough the food was amazing.
"It's is so good. So delicious, Neel boss." I said with a smile and took another bite. Signalling him to sit as well and eat. He was smiling like a cheshire cat at the compliment.
"Thank you. Are you okay now?" He asked as he sat down and started to eat as well. I smiled at his concern.
His care, his actions, his words were making me feel so cared for. It was good and it was frightening at the same time. "This is wrong." I mumbled out a few minutes later.
"What is wrong?" He asked me, getting alerted.
"Whatever....we are doing here. We are at your home, you are my professor. It's.... unethical." I say, looking down at the food. When I didn't hear him reply me anything for a next few seconds, I sighed and thought he had ignored me.
But then, his reply came- "Right now, the person sitting in front of me is not my student Aadrika Mahajan, but my junior who was also a friend of mine, Eka. I don't think there's anything wrong in calling my friend at my home for a dinner and chat." His words made me chuckle.
It's true, we used to be close for those two years. Though I never really opened up, at least we were close.
"You are....just wow." Was all I said and continued to eat. He chuckled and went back to eating as well. The next moment, my phone spasmed with a series of notifications.
I frowned and saw the notification bar, which was full of reviews on my last book, which I wrote. People were spreading fake and negetive reviews on it. I couldn't quite believe why they'd do this, but it was all in front of my eyes.
"What is it. Any problem?" Neel asked me, and I looked at him to see him in worry. He doesn't know I wrote, only my parents does. And my buaand her husband, apart from them no one else knows about this. What am I suppose to answer him? (Aunt)
"I...it's nothing." I replied keeping my phone down. He narrowed his eyes at me and then he snatched my phone from me. "Hey! Give back my phone." I stood up from my seat but it was too late, he had already opened and read a few reviews from the lock screen notification bar.
"The Chronicles of regret. If I am not wrong, it's an old English society, romance novel. Isn't it?" He asked me, making my face go red. Of course he knew about the book! He reads.
