𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒

11. 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

Short chapter and too much pov chnages and time skips (sorry)

Happy reading 🤍

Siddharth's POV

"Mumma, aur ek roti," I ordered while my mouth was still full.
("One more.")

"Basssss! Kitna khata hai, mota ho jayega," Mom said while bringing one more roti.
("That's it! You'll get fat.")

"Ummm, you're the best chef, Mumma. I love you," I said, blowing her a kiss.

"Hmm, eat fast. Yasha and your dad have already left. We'll have to walk."

. . .

I entered my class, but Sagar and Devesh weren't there, so I sat at my bench. Unfortunately, I'd have to sit with Miss Chilli all year. Damn, God, why are you so unfair to me?

I sat by the window, my head down on the bench.

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Tanvi's POV

I entered class and saw Blind Uncle with his head down. Why did he come so early? Is he sleeping? Didn't he sleep last night? Did I stress him out too much?

I didn't realize I was staring at him, lost in my thoughts.

"Do I look that cute that you got lost staring at me?" He snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I stammered. "No, I was just wondering how someone can look so ugly while sleeping," I taunted.

"Hawwwww, you called me ugly! How can anyone call this cute, handsome face ugly? You don't have good taste or vision, Miss Chilli."

"Hi tannzzzz!" I was about to respond when Isha's voice cut me off.

I turned toward her, and she hugged me.

"Ewwww."

I pushed her away and sat on my bench next to Mr. Blind Uncle.

. . .

History period was going on, but Mr. Blind Uncle was busy drawing in his textbook. Wow, he's definitely going to get in trouble for that.

"I know, my drawings are as good as I am," he said.

"No, no, your drawings are as ugly as you," I replied coldly, keeping my eyes on the teacher so they wouldn't think I wasn't paying attention.

"Huh, jealous!"

"Jealous? Me? In your dreams!"

"Bold of you to assume that a ghost like you would ever show up in my dreams," he chuckled lightly.

"Blah, blah, blah," I mimicked.

"You're talking too much, Miss Chilli. Don't forget I'm going to get my revenge for when my mom made me apologize to YOU," he said, snapping his fingers at me.

"Listen, y-" I was cut off by a loud voice.

"Is your conversation more important than the lecture?"

"Sorry, ma'am," I apologized, standing up.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke. "And you," she pointed a finger at him.

"Um... w-what, ma'am?" He stuttered.

"Don't you have the manners to apologize when you've made a mistake?" the teacher asked sternly.

"S-sorry, ma'am," he apologized.

"Sit down, and meet me in the library after recess," she said, and we sat down.

One day, I swear I'm going to kill this guy!