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The sound of smashing of lips made abhishek snap out from his slumber, he rubbed his eyes, started finding the direction of the noise, trying to wake up Full from his dreamland , his eyes landed besides him, upon the boy who was trapped in the world of unpleasant thoughts, his face showing a glimpse of anxiety.
Abhishek softly hugged him from the side, exclaiming in an dramatic expression of relief
"𝘞𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘫𝘪 𝘬𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘬𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪 , 𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 "
Mayank tilted his head towards him, forgetting about the feeling of uneasiness for a moment, a little lost in how soft the latter's behaviour and voice is, completely contrasting to his well builded body, but soon he snapped out of the unwanted feels, he gripped abhishek's hand to yank him away , to free himself from the hug but some murmuring sound coming from the pavilion stopped him from taking the step
They both turned their heads in that direction,
"𝘐𝘴𝘩, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘦."
"𝘏𝘢, 𝘩𝘢, 𝘢𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 "
"𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢"
"𝘛𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘩𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪 "
"𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 "
"𝘚𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 "
"𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘢 "
"𝘈𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘬𝘪 𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 "
The voices becoming more clear, indicating that the owners of that are coming near
"𝘑𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘯𝘢, 𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 "
"𝘞𝘰𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘵𝘶 𝘫𝘰 𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘬 𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘯𝘢, 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘬𝘢 𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘧 𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘺𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘫𝘢𝘣 𝘫𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘬𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘢𝘦, 𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 "
"𝘋𝘢𝘮 ! 𝘛𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪 "
"𝘛𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦 𝘻𝘺𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 "
