The Classy Thirteen

Train Journey ll

Note: This chapter contains abusive words (which is only for entertainment purpose) if you don't feel comfortable with it, kindly don't read.

Prerna's POV

"Chalo guys, koi game khelte hain." Ayra suggested.

"Kya game khelen?" Reyan asked.

"Pakdam pakdai." Ayra replied, with a sarcastic smile.

"Pagal hai? Angrezo ke samne beizzati karwayegi? Train me kaun pakdam pakdai khelta hai?" Reyan grimaced.

"Abey oh gawar aurat!! Sarcasm naam ki bhi ek cheez hoti hai, khair tujhe kaise pata hoga saara dhyan toh idhar udhar ladke taadne me rehta hai." Sarthak says, after slapping his forehead lightly.

"Chup neech, yeh toh achha hua ki woh Aahaan ne college change kar diya warna toh tum dono saath milke meri jaan khaate yahan bhi, aur bhi achha hua ki Rohit buddha apni girlfriend ke saath busy hai." Reyan smirked.

"That's so mean!" Sara remarked.

Reyan sighed dramatically.

I had rested my head on the window, my eyes fixed on the outer view. Meanwhile, in my head, something else was going on. I couldn't stop thinking about the moment Vivaan and I shared a few minutes ago. And forgetting about it was getting even more difficult because he was seated right next to me and was stealing glances.

I never really thought about him in this way, but his confession now made me restless and I didn't even know what to do or say at this point.

"Itna bhi window me ghus ke mat baith, kaheen bahar hi na gir jana." Sara teased me.

"Main hoon na, main samhal loonga tension mat lo." Vivaan replied, his eyes fixed on me.

"Oye hoyee... Something something haan?" Reyan smirked mischievously at both of us.

"Ugh nothing nothing!" I replied.

"Really? Nothing nothing?" Vivaan whispered in my ear, while looking everywhere but me.

I didn't respond but again fixed my gaze at the window.

"Bechari Prerna ki toh kismat hi kharab hai, Priscilla gayi nahi thi ki Poonam Rane aa gayi." Sahil gasped.

"Arey tum chup raho yaar, mujhe zara fark nahi padta Priscilla ya Poonam ke aane jaane se." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Haan kyunki at the end she knows, woh jab chahe Samyra se kala jaadoo karwake Mayank ko apne jaal me phasa sakti hai." Reyan chuckled.

"Please, my kala jaadoo is too expensive. Main is sab pe woh waste nahi kar sakti." Samyra says, playing with her hair strand.

"By the way, Poonam ka surname bilkul bollywood police vibes de raha hai na." Sara giggled.

"Haan, Marathi surnames ki baat hi alag hai." Reyan smirked, with a proud face.

"Ae jaa na, aaya bada Marathi." Sara gave him an annoyed look.

"Tum toh chup raho, tumhare toh itne saare surnames hain. Mehra, Shergill, Abbas." Reyan teased her.

"Chup reh bsdk! Main bas Mehra hoon." Sara hit him on the shoulder.

"Sara! Gaali nahi dete." Shayar glared at her.

"Woh hai hi gaali khane layak." Sara replied.

"Waaaaaaaahhhhh, how sweet Shayar beta sahi ja rahe ho, sudharo apni biwi ko." Reyan teased him.

"Kaash aapko bhi koi sudhar paata, khair..." Shayar signed.

"Pati patni goals dikh rahe hain poore." Reyan smirked at Sara.