LOVING MY BULLY...(ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

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I stood there, shocked to see them. Purab suddenly screamed in excitement, “Wow! Serves her right. You should win, Pragya. I’m eagerly waiting for your performance!”

I could feel those burning eyes trying to kill me with their intensity. I nodded shyly and smiled.

Bulz looked stunned—she didn’t know Purab and I had become friends. “Prags… how are you talking to him without any hesitation?” she asked.

Purab answered before I could. “Because we’re friends. Hmm… no. We’re more than friends. Right, Prags?” he said, winking.

Oh God! Why are you saying this?! I’m gone!

Bulz stared at us suspiciously. I knew she didn’t like the three of them. If I told her he’s like my brother, she’d definitely scold me. But what he said now was even worse—she’d misunderstand me. I had to clear it… but after they left. So I ignored his answer and tried to divert the topic.

“Hmm… Purab, what are you going to perform for culturals?” I asked. He suddenly looked sad.

“Is anything wrong?” I asked with concern. He nodded.

“Hmm… yeah. I’m already in the music band. But the one who plays the keyboard left for another club. Now there’s no one to play keyboard. We’re searching, but no one came. Keyboard is a must for the music band, you know…” he said, worried.

“If you don’t mind… may I play the keyboard? I know it well,” I asked him. Of course I do. In my orphanage, to improve our skills, they conducted many competitions like dance, singing, and playing musical instruments. I learned them well. They even taught us yoga to maintain health. Many volunteers came to train us.

I came out of my thoughts when Purab suddenly hugged me tightly—in front of everyone.

Oh no!! I’m in a big catastrophe!!!

They all stared at us in utter shock. But to add more fuel to the disaster about to befall me, he kissed my cheek and yelled, “Wow!! Baby, you’re awesome! Okay, I’m going to add your name. Come to the studio at 2 o’clock!”

Suddenly, two arms dragged Purab away from me. It was RK. He pulled Purab and asked, “What’s going on, Puru? You said she wasn’t used to this. But now you kissed her—how can you?” he almost yelled.

“Hey, chill yaar. I said na—she’s more than my friend. So leave it. I’m going to add her name,” Purab said, walking off, but he was stopped by a hand gripping his wrist—Abhi’s.

“Where are you going?” Abhi asked him. But his eyes were fully on me.

“I’m going to add her name, yaar. See, she said she knows how to play the keyboard. Now our music band problem is solved,” Purab said.

But his words echoed in my head.

OUR MUSIC BAND!!!!! Which means Abhi is also in that band!!! Oh no!! This can’t be true!!

“No, Purab. You’re wrong. First she has to perform an audition. Only then will we know if she’s telling the truth or a lie. And more importantly, our seniors have the right to add a new one,” he said in a serious tone. Purab nodded, a little disappointed.

“Don’t worry, jaan… I’m confident. I’ll definitely get selected,” I said—without thinking.

Oh God!! I said ‘jaan’!! That too in front of them!! Yes, Puru bhai only asked me to call him that—his sister called him that in her childhood. But now… I’m in trouble!!