"Mujhe pura yakeen hai ki ye Social Work ka teacher katai khunnas kha kar baitha hai",
"Par hua kya?"
"Kya bataun babydoll",he sighed and said ," Kal teacher bola tha ki sabhi ko class attend karni hai khas kar mujhe aur aaj khudh gayab ho gya"
"Shayad vo tumse jalte ho because you know more than him?",I voiced and doubt and in return he cutely chuckled.
He stretched himself and laid on the grass with his head on my lap.
"Accha ek baat batao? Ye wahi hai na? Nitin?"
I hummed in response as I was scrolling Instagram feeds.
"Itni overacting kyun kar rha tha vo",he asked with a hint of tease.
"God knows",I replied and we started laughing.
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( Same night)
Finally!!
After writing such a long assignment, I sighed in relief.
I made myself comfortable on my bed and , involuntary, typed Nitin's name on whatsapp search.
Okay, he is online.
Hey!! Soye nhi??
I send that message and waited next moment I saw "typing...." written under his name.
I am sorry...
I frowned and started typing: are u okay?
I don't know.
Okay... something's off with him.
I immediately called him but he disconnected the call and next moment I got his message saying: Please don't call...not the right time.
Okay, but hua kya? Why are you sorry?
Ek baat bolun?
Han...kya hua yaar? What's wrong? Kisi ne khuch kaha kya?
Please tum Gautam ke sath ghumna band kar do.....
I sat up straight and again re-read the message.
Par kyun? What's wrong with him?
I immediately texted him back and patiently waited for his reply....
I don't know, but mujhe accha nhi lga....I was jealous...don't know why....
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