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━━━━♛━━━━ ISHAAN ━━━━♛━━━━
My wristwatch ticks, the pitter-patter of the last showers for the year and the chirping of the crickets envelope around me as I wait for Inaayat in my car.
It's been fifteen minutes since I had to leave the club because of the unexpected arrival of the other college students. I am patiently waiting in my car, parked right in front of the club's entry gate when my phone rings disrupting the silence.
Why the hell is Sameer calling me, now?
"Hmm," I answer the call uninterestedly, my gaze locked at the entrance.
"I...Shaan, Aayat-" He stutters, confusing me with his half worded statement. I ask him to tell me clearly when the music in his background starts roaring and I hit my head on the steering wheel when I catch his hint.
"I'm coming," I tell him before disconnecting the call and getting off my car, walking towards the place, again.
This girl should carry the pluck card screaming 'Problem'.
I enter the damp and dim place and the blazing music almost deafens my ears. I hope she got some information or else we would have to come to this place again.
I trudge blindly towards the free spaces I get, looking around for Sameer or Inaayat.
"Shaan!" I hear a whisper, my gaze move towards the faint shadow of Sameer who jumps when he realises I saw him.
Aggressively pointing at the stage, he calls me near.
"What happened? I didn't hear you clearly-the only thing I heard was that there's a problem related to Ina-" Before I complete my sentence, he turns me to my right, pointing at something or rather someone.
