02. 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

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I slept well last night! Sunlight shimmering through the glass windows were now on my face making me wide awake.

I quickly entered my bathroom and took a relaxing cold shower. No offense, I'm a cold shower fan as it is the only thing which makes me relaxed.

After coming out, I did my skincare routine and got dressed up in my pressed school uniform. It's quite good to look though. Taking a final look of myself in the mirror, I took my bag and rushed outside.

"Maaaaaaaa," I yelled to find mom who was, I guess in the kitchen?

Well, dad is out for a business trip so, me and mom are alone at home.

"I'm going," I said as I got no response. Frustratingly, I went inside the kitchen to find no one.

Kahan ho mummy ji aap ap? Bahar gyi hongi pakka!

I went outside and closed the door knob of our apartment. As soon as I stepped out, I saw that brat wearing his shoes making me groan loudly.

Sun liya kya usne? Chii yaar, subah subah is kutte ka mooh dekh liya maine.

I made a crying face unaware of the fact that I was staring at him. Then, I heard a laughing sound, he was laughing, dumb piece of shit.

"Done checking me out?"

"I WASN'T CHECKING YOU OUT!" I almost yelled as I was really frustrated by him and his ego or attitude. Whatever, you call that.

"I know, baby girl," He said with a mischievous smirk.

Saale, kya bola mere ko? Main batati hun is kutte ko.

"YOU-" I was interrupted by my mom's voice and my mouth hung open when she came out of their house.

"Trishu beta!"

(Trishu daughter)

"What are you doing here mom?" I asked in disappointment.

"What do you mean? Meri dost ka ghar aur ye unka beta hai," she said with a confusing look and then gestured towards that brat.

(This is my friend's house and this is her son.)

Ho gaya mera! Kitne naye naye surprises aur milenge.

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