IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND

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PUNIT'S POV

Okay, got what I need, and now I'm headed home!

We're planning to cook some khichdi tonight. And she's a great cook, have I told you? Give her any ingredient, she'll make something great out of it, and one look is all that she takes to get ideas.

So, where were we? Ah, yes! That day, she headed to the principal's office to lodge a complaint. Well, it didn't work. Ask me why I'm not surprised. That guy was a chicken and didn't have the spine to lift a finger against the chairman's son. Well, I can't blame him. He has to save his ass. He and he alone must, because, no one else will save it for him.

So, one afternoon, as I was taking a cautious stroll in the school grounds, (cautious because, you know... this bully Sibal would be lurking in the corner waiting to bash me up) I chanced upon a ruckus. There was a hell lot of noise and all the kids had gathered around to see what was happening. And now, I was curious too.

"What's going on?" I asked and stood on my toes, craning my neck to peer beyond the sea of heads.

Being tall and lanky had its plus points, I could reach anywhere. Well, not everywhere. And I could take the back bench or be the last in row. It was a blessing considering that Sibal was a shorty and had to stay in the front of wherever he went, be it a bench or a row.

He was chunky, like a piece of meat, had man boobs and was shorter by a couple of inches. But that didn't make his punches any softer. God, I hate him. Guess I said that already?

So, when I peered over, guess what I saw? I'll give you a hint, whatever I saw out there made me utterly happy.

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