𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

The jerk's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me she's our classmate."

My eyes mirrored his shock. "Wait, what? He's our classmate?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.

Aleena nodded. "Yes, he's Avyaan Parekh."

I couldn't believe it.

"Well, well, well," Avyaan said, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other, NI-TI-KA"

I rolled my eyes, my mind racing with witty comebacks. But before I could respond, Aleena intervened.

"Okay, let's not make a scene here. We have classes to attend"

I nodded, grateful for the rescue. As we walked away, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Avyaan. He was still smirking, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

I made a sign with my hand, like I was going to punch him, and raised an eyebrow in a threatening gesture.

Avyaan just smiled lazily and twisted his finger near his forehead, like he was screwing an invisible light bulb. The universal sign for "you're crazy".