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This is an Indian highschool lovestory, full of love, drama, comedy, romance and more; where two school toppers,
Aarohi: the sweet and bubbly girl who always do whatever her heart says.
Akshit: the reserved and quiet boy who likes to be in his bub...
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“I know but it's not like Ms. Govind and I are going to get married…” My rage had the best of me as my words got caught in my throat. “Today or something.” I completed my sentence.
“That implies, you do have an intention to marry her in the future?” He asked in an authoritative voice. “Can someone please tell me what's going on in here?” Amma interrupted us.
“Don't ask me, ask your son.” His voice lowered a little as he held my mother's hand and gestured his hand towards me. “He has lost his senses I suppose.” He added.
“What is the fuss all about, Akshit?” She asked, taking a step towards me. “Nothing maa! Don't you know how dominating your husband is? He has always tried to create unwanted problems in my life with his unnecessary opinions-” my yell was silenced by a slap. A slap from my mother.
“Is that how one talks to their father? Where is you manner, Akshit!?” She questioned with fuming rage and teary eyes. I explained everything to her in a go, expecting her to take a stand for me but the silence said otherwise.
My father almost gave me a victorious look as I wiped off a single tear that was on the verge of shedding down. “Again! The history is repeating itself Mr. Sandeep Choudhary.” I stated as now both my parents looked at me with blank faces.
“Even on the day when Arjun bhaiya left the house, badi maa couldn't stop him because of bade papa, as mentioned by maa. And today, my mother is willingly silent even when she knows that there must be a solution for this situation.” I added.
“Akshit, quiet down and go to your room.” She replied. I looked at her with a silent plea but it got rejected quickly. It was my cue to leave. So instead of going to my room, I dashed out of the house.
“Yeh ladka kabhi meri sunta kyun nahi!?” I could still hear my father's voice so I paced my step while my mind was totally consumed with his words.
(Why doesn't he never listen to me!?)
I went to the park near our society and as it was evening time, the area was more crowded than expected. So I found a shed where less people were present and let nature heal my worries. The slow rustling of leaves created a symphony with the breezy wind.
20 mintues had passed by, when I saw a bunch of kids running towards my direction. “Akshit bhaiya, aap humare saath kheloge?” One of them asked. “Nahi bachhon, tum sab khelo. Mera mann nahi hai.” I replied.
(Akshit bhaiya, will you play with us?
No kiddos, you play. I don't wanna play.)
“Bhaiya please na, maza aayega.” They started to force me which ultimately led me to accept their offer. So I went with them to play hide & seek. They had made me the seeker so I counted till 50 while they hid.
