BOYBESTIE

Anika never planned on falling in love with her boy bestie.

It just... happened.

It happened in the quiet moments-when Kabir waited outside her class every day, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. When he remembered how she liked her coffee. When he listened, really listened, as if her words mattered more than the noise of the world.

"You're staring again," Kabir said, not looking at her.

"I'm not," Anika lied.

He smirked. "You always do that when you're thinking too much."

That was the problem.
She thought too much.
And she felt too much.

Kabir was her safe place. Her constant. Her boy bestie.

And the worst part?

She was pretty sure he didn't feel the same.