𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ♥️

| CHAPTER 31 |

The bell rang, and she quickly packed her bag, casting a final glance around the room before heading out. I watched her wave goodbye, feeling a mix of emotions as she walked away.

My heart raced as I observed her figure disappearing down the hallway.

The thought of her meeting someone else made me feel restless and uneasy.

I couldn't shake off the discomfort inside my heart.

A sudden wave of frustration wash over me. In a moment of irritation, I banged my head on the library table, causing a sharp pain to shoot through me.

"Ouch" I exclaimed, quickly gathering my things and leaving for home, my mind still occupied by thoughts of her.

I didn't understand why the thought of her with someone else affected me so deeply.

When she told me that this guy was very special, I felt a tight knot forming in my chest. Each moment felt like suffocating as I lost myself in these troubling thoughts.

Is this how it feels for everyone who likes someone? Does the thought of them being with someone else really stir such insecurity? If I admitted that I was feeling insecure, it would be true. Perhaps that guy really was special in her life, and the thought made me feel like I was losing my mind.

Before I knew it, I was home. My mom usually came back from school in the evening, so the house was empty.

I dashed to my room, tossing my bag onto the couch before jumping onto my bed. My mind was in turmoil, filled with confusing thoughts. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, loosening my tie and feeling a sense of suffocation.

I walked to the balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

But her window was closed. Where was she? She should have been back by now. I waited for what felt like an eternity until I finally spotted her.

A wave of relief washed over me, only to be replaced by a sharp pang of jealousy when I noticed she was with another guy. I squinted to see better, and my heart sank as I recognized him-Varun....means he is her childhood friend.

They seemed to fit well together.

I closed my eyes tightly and rushed back to my room, changing out of my uniform and collapsing onto my bed. I felt a mixture of frustration and anger boiling inside me. My fingers tangled in my hair as I tried to calm myself down.

And didn't realise when my eyelids felt like closing, I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew, my mom was entering my room.

"Kya karu is nikamme ladke ka? Sara saman bikher ke rakha hai. Vihu, ye koi jagah hai uniform phekne ki? Utho abhi aur sab washing machine me daalo" she scolded.

(What should I do with this useless boy? He's scattered everything! Vihu, is this any place to throw your uniform? Get up and put it all in the washing machine)