Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need...
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I parked on the side of the arrival area waiting for her. I turned off the engine but left the windows open to get some air. Pushing the seat back, I laid on it and closed my eyes to get some rest.
I was a bit exhausted from the match and instead of going home to get a good sleep, I was here waiting for her. Unwillingly.
I had just shut my eyes when I heard a distant but familiar voice coming from outside that made me sit up that instant. I pushed the seat back up, bringing it to its original position. I quickly got off and turned around in the direction of the voice and there she was.
She was wearing a pair of denim shorts paired with a loose white shirt that was tucked inside from one side and left hanging from the other. Her hair, that were ending below her shoulders, was open with a pair of glasses settled on top and white sneakers completed her look. She was talking and laughing over the phone with someone and around her was an entire bazaar of bags. One, two, three, four, five, too many to even count. There was a dark brown one hanging over her shoulder too.
How much did she pay at the customs for all these bags?
Kavya often shows me her photos on Instagram, so it didn't take me much time to recognize her even after these many years. And besides she hasn't changed that much. I felt an unease in my chest seeing her after so long. Maybe it was the hate that was resurfacing again.
She tucked hair strands behind the ear laughingly, continuing talking over the phone. I was hearing her voice after so long. And I was seeing her in person after so long. All of this was feeling weird.
Stop staring.
I told myself but my eyes refused to budge away. Her eyes moved in my direction, which made me look away instantaneously. Composing myself, I walked to her. All the while she kept her eyes on me, and I let my gaze remain fixated on her face.
She straightened herself properly as I neared her and realised that I was much taller in height than hers. She might be around 5'5"- 5'6" where I was around 6'4". Her hazel orbs radiated the same attitude though, maybe slightly more now.
"I'll call you later Kavya. Your brother's here," she spoke over the phone not moving her eyes away from my face. She disconnected the call and slid it into her flap bag.
So she was talking to my sister. She might've gotten the news that she's here.
"Put my bags in the car. I just got my nails done," she ordered, checking her nails out and turned to walk towards the car.
I clenched my jaw watching her walk away stylishly without glancing back. Does she think I'm her coolie? Her chauffer?
She opened the passenger seat door, and I watched her throw my duffle bag out on the ground. Settling herself in, she slammed the door of my poor Range Rover harshly and an 'ouch' escaped my mouth.
