CHAPTER 3

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ISHA-

I have no idea why I am excited seeing his name on the list. He is here. In the same University!!!!

"Woah!! What makes you blush so hard??" 

I jerk hearing at her almost screaming voice. Reality hits me and I come out of my trance. "Am not blushing Diya" I answer her back with a straight face which I manage to put up.

Well, I have not mentioned that Diya is my bestie . We knew each other since grade 1 so, we are unofficial sisters, a family. I moved to other city  for 4 years and returned back three years ago. I still remember how we cried on the day I left . Had to. It took hours to console us and we gave each other a happy goodbye at the end.  Even in the past three years, we had to stay away because of our schools being in different cities. But we kept calling each other every day and meet thrice a month , almost once in a week. And here we are , going to the same University together. 

Diya touching my cheeks "I can feel it warm and pink is still visible. Awww... My Ishu has fallen in love!!!! Oh wait is it a crush?? C'mon tell who is the guy??" with excitement in her.

I still haven't told Diya about him. I've been hiding it from her. Just scared that she would judge me. I know I know , she won't judge. It isn't her, but somewhere I have a feeling that she wouldn't want to be my friend . I feel terrible hiding it from her. Guilt.

"No one. You are just being dramatic" I roll my eyes.

Diya scoffs " You could have just told yes for my happiness. Don't you think it would be fun being a cupid between you and your love!" Her voice goes low at the end. A whisper.

" Shut up !! " I almost sing it. " Let's go to the canteen " As soon as she hears the word canteen, her face lightens up. She grabs my hand and pulls me out.


On the way to and way out, I search for the class. His class. Unfortunately, it's nowhere to be found.

 Soon , we enter the class and take our seats . My eyes widen in shock as soon as it land on a fist covered in blood. It's not too much but why is there blood on his hands? I take a look at the person. He is familiar to me.

 I think I know him. Do I?


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