---Vishikha's POV---
"I'm leaving!" I yelled as I ran out.
I can't get late. Oh my God!
I literally began to speed walk and some person bumped into my spilling their drink on me and making all papers fall.
"Can't you see where you are going? Ithna mangi drink thi," he said.
Woah! What the heck? Idiot!
"Abhay kaminay. This is your fault," I said.
"Tumna mujha kamina kaha?" He asked.
"Tumha kya suna nahi?" I asked.
"Sorry," some of other guy said joining us.
"Shehry, gussa control karo," he said to him.
"Ithna magi drink,"Shehry complained.
"Idiot!" I said.
I gathered my papers and left. Kasa pagal larka hai woh.
I went into a store and bought a new dress and quickly changed into it. I got a cab and went to work, since I was already late because of that idiot.
Kamina koh toh badh mai dekhu gi.
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Miserable, at best
أدب الهواة"Do you think time screws us over?" She asked. I looked at her. "What do you mean by that?" With a sad expression on her face and wind in her hair, she said, "the wonderful moments never last long and the worse ones seem to stay for eternity."
