𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
If any of you remember, today, 1st September is Kairav's birthday!
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“ What if I can't have him ”
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"Why are you here?" Mishka asked, her voice stern, low, she twisted his hands under her grip, "Who allowed you?"
"Mishka?" Kairav whispered, taking out his phone, he quickly dialed Nishant.
Mishka stares at man's eyes, a blank stare, clear warning, "Get out before I make you do so." She says, standing up, clutching the collar of the man, she dragged him up, "If I see you in Goa, you know what I can do." She warned, keeping her voice low, only for the man to hear.
Nishant and Ashish came there, "What the hell!?" Nishant shouted, calling security.
Less than a minute later, two guards take the man out of her grip, and she glares at him. "Make sure he leaves this place instantly." Ashish ordered the guards, they nodded before dragging him away.
"Mishka, are you fine?" Nishant asked.
She nodded, "Tight the security more. He was an imposter and we've got many people here." She assists.
Nishant nods, "Security is tight, I don't know how someone got a way to enter our hotel." He mumbled to himself.
Mishka stared at the space where she just had the man under him, all she wanted was to choke that man to death.
"Forget this. We'll see what has to be done. You both come and have lunch." Ashish instructed, patting Kairav's shoulder, "Don't worry boy, everything is fine." He assured him as it's not hidden from anyone, how Kairav is soft and fragile who stays away from violence.
He nodded, still trying to wrap his around the scene that just unfolds in front of him.
Mishka breathed out, holding his hand, she shot a smile at him, "Shall we go?"
He blinked, "Yeah...sure"
Once they reached the dining hall, Kairav narrated the whole incident to his friends.
"The question is...how did you throw that man on the floor? You look so fragile." Samuel inquired.
Mishka pauses the spoon she was going to put in her mouth, "I don't know, it happened itself. I guess my instincts worked faster than I thought."
"I kinda agree." Sonakshi says slowly, diverting attention towards her, "I mean, we girls sometimes do unexpected things when we feel danger around us. I've never slapped anyone in my life but once I was coming back from the tuition in twelfth class, I had this crazy boy following me behind. One evening he was trying to enter my space so I kicked him really badly and threw a stone– which I can't really lift if I think now– at him. I'm now surprised about where I got that courage and strength to beat him." she added.
