Chapter 1.
Let me start from the point where it all started.
The beginning.
I was in 9th grade when we had to move to a new place because of my father's job transfer and so new school and new friends.
This school was the place where I met him.
I was kind of the new girl in class. But after a few days I had friends and it was nice.
We had to take two languages and I chose the regional language and he was in my class. We didn't talk much back then but he would pull pranks on me like hide my bag and when the teacher would arrive I wouldn't have any books infront of me and he would pull out my ribbons from my hair.
He wasn't mean or rude or arrogant, well that's what I thought.
In the last few days of our 10th class we were writing each other's slam book. He wrote down his new number in that and I had the guts to text him after we left school.
There were so many arguments about this specific topic.
I would always say, "Well, thanks to me idiot, we even started talking."
He would roll his eyes and say, "We wouldn't have started talking, if I didn't write down my number in your slam book idiot."
One day I just gave up and we mutually agreed that both of us did have a hand in starting a friendship.
But secretly he thinks he is the reason we started talking and I too think secretly that I was the reason.
You wouldn't believe if you saw us together.
We keep on bickering.
Like arguing is our thing.
Not one day goes by that we don't argue for atleast a minute.
But you know what, I love arguing with him and he probably knows that.
He is nice in that way. He knows the things I like without me even telling him.
This was the way it started.
The beginning of friendship between Akshay and Shalini.
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Short StoryThis is about you. This is a book but not a book. I don't know if that makes sense but, well here it goes. This is about a guy. A guy who has been there in my life for so long that I can't imagine him not being there anymore. A guy who i...