Third Time's the Charm

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Rahi's POV

It really was unexpected, and very surprising for me.

That boy from earlier? Yes, I met him again. Actually, he came to me, and asked sorry for pushing me then.

And I was stupidly staring at his face. His eyes under his spectacles.

Yes. I was....staring. Will you please forgive me, Krishna? I swear I did not know what came over me. Isshhh....what would he think? That I was super mad. Right?

Anyways, I shook my head and tried to shift my focus elsewhere, anywhere else from the memory of his brown eyes.

Tch, I was hopeless. Sorry, Krishna, I am so sorry for looking at another man like this.

Aarshi came soon, and told me that her father was waiting for us at the bus stop, and told us to get into the bus together. I nodded, and left holding her hand, while shooting my mother a text about my whereabouts. Saving myself a yelling at least.

I left Aarshi's hand. She wasn't comfortable with being very touchy. Unlike me. I always craved for someone to hold my hand while walking, I don't know why. But I respected her wishes, although she would not speak a word.

We crossed the road and walked to the bus stop. Just then, my eyes fell on--

No, no, no. Not again. Kanhaa yaar!!! Ho kya raha hai mere saath? !!!

How could he be here again?!

I was pretty sure I had forgotten everything, every lesson I learned today, by this time. No, why, Krishna? Why do you love to play football with my already weak heart? This was too much now. Three times in the same day? Are you kidding me?!

Aarshi looked at my stricken face, and even if she thought something, she didn't comment on it. She gave my arm a light squeeze and guided us to where her father was standing.

Standing silently, I stole a glance at that boy. And immediately looked away. Fck! He caught me staring. Could my day get any worse, Kanha? Thankfully it was dark at the bus stop, otherwise, I was sure my face was burning up.

To my heart's incessant jumping, he got into the same bus with us.

Kyun, Kanha, kyuuuuun??!!!!!

The bus was too crowded, and I lost Aarshi and uncle in the midst of it. Somehow, I stood towards the end of the bus, getting trampled between the crowd. I was already feeling a headache from staying the whole day in the cold, air-conditioned room, and now this. It was making my sinuses throb.

About half an hour later, I got enough space to STAND properly. The seats were still full, with no ounce of space, but at least now there was space to stand properly. I could barely figure out Aarshi's figure at the very front of the bus. She had got a seat, and was busy talking to her father. A melancholic smile graced my lips. I never felt this connection with my father, or my mother. I was alone. Like always.

Sighing deeply, I tightened my grip on the handle of the bus. My legs were going to give out now. And even the bag on my shoulder seemed heavy to me.

For once, Kanha listened to my plea. Someone got up from a seat on the back, and I instantly sat down unceremoniously on the vacated seat and heaved a sigh of relief audibly.

NOOOOOOOO. NOT FVCKING AGAINNNN!!!!!!

Just as I took out my bottle to drink water, I looked sideways to find that same boy from earlier sitting beside me. I was so unbothered and relieved to finally get a seat at the back end of the bus, that I didn't notice that he was just on the seat beside. I was just embarrassing myself more at this point.

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