PLAYBOY[Manan's Ff]

PLAYBOY[Manan's Ff]

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When I entered the room, It was pitch dark, but I could see the familiar figure sitting, watching out the window facing his back to me. I turned on the lights and started walking toward him shouting"Again u came through the window ?, how many times should I say to you to come through ......My words are stuck in midair, seeing him in pain-filled eyes leaving a single tear out. I suddenly felt too sorry. I instantly hugged him, and he melted in my embrace letting his tears out. After a few minutes of silence, he finally said that "Today is the day, They left me alone in this huge sucking world . Why would they do this to me?". This was the first time I saw him so broken and in pain, which made me so sad. I never thought that he felt so lonely all this time. I just raised his head to meet his tear-filled eyes, They are watching you from there, if u grieve like this, how could they be happy there? Everything happens for a Reason, Believe me. How could u think that u are alone"My mom, your friends, me, our Santa and I forgot to mention Especially YOUR girls are there for you.... PLAYBOY".Yet you are feeling alone. Which makes him roll his eyes to me.So pity on my poor self then. Seriously you called me playboy tapping his index finger to my forehead.YES, I said and I will again too. Saying that I stood up and shouted PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY.........Then he just dragged my hand which made me fall on him on my bed."I never been a PLAYBOY to you, and ever will, so you should never say that again" in a low yet effective tone, which made me nod without my consent. I can feel my heart pounding.......fast, as there is no mere distance between us. After a few seconds of silence, he moved up to sit. I got up and was about to leave my room but turned and started shouting, PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY.....Which makes him follow. This is a short note of my story, and if u like, continue by reading.
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❝Bhoot pret nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

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