Sorry sorry sorry!!!!!! I know I am late and not even responding on Instagram. But Kya karun, collage internals are going and my professional coaching is also messed up.
Sorry for this delay in responding and update.
Thank you for reading.❤️✨
Long Chapter Ahead. ⚠️
KARAN's POV:
Since when did I become so lucky that a girl like Sanjana came into my life? Today I am convinced that making Sanjana my life partner was the best decision of my life. I never imagine in my dream that she trusts me that much.
Ahh, I am again falling for you, my lady. The way she said that she believes me, the way her determination for me, what else I need, at that time I just wanted to say sorry to her that...I. That I am not there when she needed me the most. My heart twist in very different emotion. Her words, her presence make me feel like home, safe, and complete, Complete in the way I never imagine.
But my mind still stuck to that cunning girl, what she wants from us. Why, she is contacting with Sanjana. I've already given her what she wanted. I open my laptop for knowing her, what she need from me, she doesn't want to marry, she just only need money, which I already gave to her. Well, it's not that small amount it's total- 5 fucking lakhs. As I search about her more and more her personal details, she is a real bitch, well good for me I can use these details against her. I collected as much information as I could.
Today, is the official first day of my office.
After 2 hours, I am at the entrance of the home temple and my mom, chanting some Matras for my good luck, now who will make her understand that success is not achieved by prayers and worship, it is achieved by hard work, but still, I never dishonored her faith, I also believe in God, but not that blindly.
sarvamaṅgalamāṅgalye śive sarvārthasādhike .
śaraṇye tryambake gauri nārāyaṇi namo'stu te .
She recited this mantra and applied tilak on me, then "aese hi trakki karo, khush raho aur kissi ki nazar na lage" said.
(Keep progressing like this, stay happy, and may no one cast an evil eye on you.)
"Ab mai jaun maaa" I asked her, she made me late.
(Shall I go, now)
"Arey jang par nahi ja raha hai, office ja raha hai, jaha already guards hote hai" papa shouted from the hall, while checking some files. "Aur jang par bhi ja sakta hai hamra beta" he added with proud smile. Yes, I am Army man. This word this duty is my most favorite responsibility in this whole universe. But today I feel different.
(He is not going to the war, he is going to the office, where guards are already present....... Our son can also go to war.)
I started my Bullet the roar of engine matched the strange thrum in my chest. A new journey of life, but even today those army memories are fresh in my mind. The day when I first fill my army tanning form, the discipline, the adrenaline so different from the corporate world I was stepping into. The office building is towing in front of me, who clean, safe and totally different from my past job.
Then I saw a beauty of beauty, she is standing at the front gate, most probably waiting for someone, but here we go, the great Sanjana, aesa konsa din nahi hota jab ye ladai nahi karti. I sigh.
(What day is there that she does not fight?)
And then she turns.
Damn.
I inhale sharply.
All dressed in green color, this color made her glow, her dress hugged her body so perfectly, her every movement, every curve--magnetic. She has become more beautiful and hotter than before. She is breathtaking. More gorgeous, more radiant, more......mine.
"Tumhare baap ka bhi nahi hai, abhi aek call lagungi aur tumhari naukri, yun yun chutkiyo mai gyab" she is threating the guard, by snapping her fingers. Hayee, she will be the reason of my death one day, and yet I couldn't look away. She was too much and too adorable at the same time.
(It's not even your father's, I will make a call right now and your job will disappear in a snap.)
SANJANA POV:
"Daddiiiii, jaldi aao" I shouted from the kitchen, hehehe, well yeah, I am in kitchen, last time when I was in kitchen, end up by burning Trisha's Dhokla. So, this time I am under surveillance of my Dadi, but where she is? I want her to taste the kheer, I am making kheer for Karan, but I don't want to tell anyone, but Dadi already knows about it, so yeah, she is helping me.
(Grandma, come faster.)
"yahi hun chilla mat, la taste kara kesi bani hai. Nahi to mere bacche ko sugar ki jagah salt and pepper vali kheer khani pad jaye". This is definitely a taunt.
("I am right here, don't shout. Let me taste it to see how it turned out. Otherwise, my child will have to eat a kheer with salt and pepper instead of sugar.")
"han han, nahi khilla rahi aap ke Bache ko salt n pepper vali kheer"
(Yes yes, I am not feeding your child the salt and pepper kheer.)
After receiving the good news that my kheer is too good to be true, because this is the one thing I made which is too perfect without any mistake. I rush towards the office, well I need to go on time, because that Khados admi is very, very punctual. As I stepping inside the building one of the guards stops me and ask for the visiting card.
Since when did cards start being used to enter the company?
"Bhai Sahab konsa card, kaha ka card" I threaten him. He is taller, same as Karan, I look like a small child in front of him.
(Brother, which card, from where is the card?)
"Madam, you are looking very suspicious, so please tell me the reason or give me the card!" he said is his serious tone. On which angle I look "Suspicious". I look down and check myself.
"Hello, this is my friend's office, and also my husband works here. So let me in, nahi to dekhna kya karti hun" I roar in anger, His changing expressions showed that he was hurt and also angry.
(Otherwise, just see what I do.)
"Dekhiye madam, me aap se izzat se baat kar raha hun iska matab ye nahi aap kuch bhi bolegi, aur aese bhi aap ke baap ka office nahi hai!!" what kind of language is this. Tarun, you will listen for this.
(Look madam, I am speaking to you respectfully, that doesn't mean you can say anything, and after all, this is not your father's office!!)
"Tumhare baap ka bhi nahi hai, abhi aek call lagungi aur tumhari nakri, yun yun chutkiyo mai gyab, dekhe to sahi--" I said to another guard who is standing just next to him, "kesi language use kar rahe hai" The security guard is still staring at me like I had just declared the war against his ancestors.
(You don't even have your father's power; I'll make a call right now and your job will disappear in no time, just look at what kind of language is being used)
And then I felt it.
A shift in air. A sudden awareness crawling over my skin like a warm, electrifying touch. I turned and there he is.
Karan
My heart? Gone. My breath? Nowhere to be found. My sanity? Absolutely nonexistent. He is standing to close to me, his dark orbs locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip, twist and basically malfunction. His sharp feature, his commanding presence, the way his rolled up sleeves showed off those forearms--Damn him.
He wasn't supposed to look this good. He wasn't supposed to stand here like some rich, masculine hero Stright out of one of my romantic novels. I swallow hard, gripping the kheer container like it waws my last hope for survival.
I had so many things to say. I had so many dramatic lines prepared. But all I managed to blurt out was-
"Hi"
WHAT THE HELL, SANJANA?!
Karan blinked. A slow, almost amused smile tugged at his lips. Oh no. Oh no. He knew what effect he had on me. Mujhe yaha drama karna tha romance nahi. But no, this man had to exist like that, looking at me like I was something precious. Like I was something His. He showed his card to the guard, and he make apology. "Sorry madam" I flip my hair like I win a match. And we both enter in the office; there is not too many people but still I am waking with Karan like lost puppy. And then after crossing one corridor we are standing at the small row like something I don't know, but there is a glass wall in front of us.
"Toh" he asked me and for once I flinch at his voice there is Pindrop silence and then his cold, brain--cell=destroying voice, Dar lagta hai yaar. "Yaha kya kar rahi ho Sajana?" God, why he always scares me, I can manage, even I am managing that guard too.
(So, 'What are you doing here, Sanjana?'')
"Mai? Bas....bas waise hi aaiyi thi!" I said, keeping my voice steady.
(Me? I just... I just came like that!)
His brow lifted; pure disbelief written all over his stupidly perfect face. "waise hi?"
(Like that)
"haan!" I folded my arms. "kya main bas aise nahi aa sakti? tum se mujhe permission ki jarurat nahi hai, samjhe!!"
("Can't I just come like this? I don't need your permission, understand!!")
His eyes flickering to the container in my hands, I tighten my grip, ohh no, oh no.
"Aur yeh?" He gestured towards the kheer. I blink. Brain loading...... Error 404: Exceus Not Found.
(And this)
"Yeh...? yeh to...." I swallowed harder. "Yeh to Trisha ke liye hai"
(This...? This is... This is for Trisha)
Karan chucked. chucked like he knew I was lying. "Oh" he leaned in slightly. "Trisha ke liye hai"
(For Trisha)
"Hann" I nodded aggressively, too much, Sanjana calms down. His lips twitched. Oh God. That stupid, teasing smirk. "Pakka, yeh Trisha ke liye hai"
(Sure, this is for Trisha.)
"bilkul" I held my chin high. Confidence, Sanjana, confidence.
(certainly)
But this man had the audacity to take the container from my hands. "han to yeh trisha ke liye matlab mujhe taste karne ki zarurat nahi hai?" I choked. Ab isse kese bolun..
(So does this mean I don't need to taste it, because it is for Trisha?)
"Nahi" I practically lunged for the container, but this stupid giraffe lifted it out of my reach. "MATLAB HAN KAR SAKTE HO.."
(No, I mean yes, you can do it.)
"Sanjana" he shook his head, laughing softly, and his voice is all soft and fond and freaking dangerous. "tumhe lagata hai mai tumhari yeh nautanki samajhta nahi?" I went completely still, because his voice. His eyes. his expressions. He is just looking at me like he knew myself more than I knew myself. Like he knew that this kheer, this visit, everything- was for him.
(Do you think I don't understand your drama?)
I pointed him dramatically declared--
"Tum jyda soch rahe ho!" And then? I ran... I turned to full escape. Full speed. But before I take one step. A strong hand wrapped around my wrist.
(You are overthinking!)
His touch is warm, which sends shiver down to my spine. My breath hitched; my heart is pumping in double speed. Slowly very slowly I turned my head. Karan is standing to close. Holding my wrist. Looking at me he had all the time in the world to make me suffer.
"Bhaag kyun rahi ho?" his voice is deep, smooth--too smug. I yanked my hand back. He didn't let go. (Why are you running?)
"mai to bas.." I clear my throat, swallowing my entire dignity, "mujhe bas kaam hai. haan mujhe kam hai bhut important kaam"
(I just... I just have work. Yes, I have very important work.)
His grip tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt me, just firm. "Konsa kaam, Trisha to kheer dene ka"
(What work, Trisha is here to serve kheer.)
OH MY GOD THIS MAN.
I glared. "hann"
(Yes)
"toh vo master chef ban gai"
(So she became a master chef.)
I blinked "kya"
(What)
"ab itni pyaar se bani hai to classes le rahi ho usse!!" His smirk deepens.
(Now that it is made with so much love, are you taking classes from her!!)
OH. MY. GOD.
I gasped "Karan Grover tum......" Before I could finish my very deserve insult, he suddenly pulled me little closer. (You..)
CLOSER.
His eyes look into mine, and my brain officially gone, he definitely stated reading novels.
"Sanjana" he mummed too soft, too dangerous. "sach bolne mein kya problem hai?"
(What's the problem in telling the truth?)
I gulped "ka--kya?" (Wh-what)
"Tum yaha mere liye aai ho" his voice is like silk and sin. "Aur ye kheer bhi mere liye hai, aur tum ne mere liye bani hai!" my entire existence gone. Then he left me and walk away. JUST. LIKE. THAT. I blink Once, twice.
(You have come here for me, and this pudding is also for me, and you have been made for me!)
But this man- this evil man, this grumpy man, this stupidly handsome man-----bas bas tareef hi karegi ki aage bole gi!! he turned his head slightly, smirked, and said-----
"I know, you still love me but not accepting" I went blank. I turn my face towards the glass wall, and smile that real shy smile, this man is only MINE.
"There is glass wall, I can clearly see you face". For once I stair him back with the smile like that. He is also smiling like he always did before. And again, this teasing Karan is back.
"Has mat paggli pyaar ho jayega" he said again. That's it, no more embarrassment. I ran. Well this attitude of Karan is rare or say this is only for me.
YUG POV:
"HII, babe" I called out my resent girlfriend. Yeh, contract based, but the girl sitting next to me roll her eyes. I hate when someone rolls eyes. "What?" I asked her, she is all dressed in baby pink color, and her soft pearl earing making her more attractive, the Dimond pendle in her neck wrap around like it is meant to be there, and I meant to be Her's. WHAT. THE. HELL. I JUST SAID......NOOO.
"What, what?" she asked.
"You roll your eyes, like you don't like my girlfriend" I asked her, like her decision matter to me.
"Does my decision matter to you" My stomach flip in strange way. Why she is getting into my mind in this way, the way I can't resist myself to look at her smile, I can't resist the way she talks to everyone. I can't resist myself to get---jealous of Ronie. I look away not to see her, but my pulse quick with furiousness and the very strange feeling of taking her anyway.
"HI, beautiful" this voice is the least voice I ever want to hear, and this 'beautiful' word from this baster Ronie for Kanika, I just wanted to punch on his fucking handsome face, he is second handsome man in our collage. Don't ask me who is first, it's me, ladies.
"Hi" she answers to him, and that too in her sweet voice, she never talks to me like this, like the way she talks to him. Does she like him, nooo, noo this has the least chance. Sometimes I thought how many NO are in my life. And this chimpanzee ka baccha, daat nikal rha hai.
"Kanika, am I right?" he asked like he don't know her name. They talked earlier; I am the witness of their stupid talk.
"No, her name is Karisma" I snap before she answers. She glares at me, han bas issiliy sath rakhti hai mujhe bas ghur ti rehti hai kabhi to pyaar se baat kar liya kro devijiii...
(She glares at me, she only keeps me around for this reason, she just keeps staring at me. Sometimes, try talking to me lovingly, please...)
"Yes, I am Kanika...." now what, do we need any special muhart to talk further.
"Soo....are you coming at race!" he asked her, while scratching the back of her neck, oh means he is shy, and why he mentions about the race, HELL NO. She is very fond lover of bike racing. But this is not good if he broke his bones. I chuckle, they both look at me, and Kanika again that bossy glare, like I commit a crime.
"Sorry, I don't know about any race" she asked all innocents. Awe, cute little girl doesn't know anything. Huh...(this is in sarcasm; readers I am really angry with your cute kanii)
"Oh yeh, enlighten her!!" I said in most annoying tone. And end up by receiving another glare. But I like this too.
"A bike race, actually our collage organizes a bike race every year. So are you coming, I am also one of the participants." he tell her.
"yeh yeh, I saw your photos in the office and the study area, you a champion." why she get too excited, 'you are a champion' really!! this is too much now, I have to say.
"Collage canceled that Race!" I deadpan. Yes, collage canaled the race, because of some internal issue or may be expense issue. Right now, Ronie's face is worth it to watch.
"What they canceled!!" he asked in half shock, half confusion.
"Why should I lie" I smile, tight lip smile.
"Wait, I am really sorry beautiful, but I think I need to check on something." huh, beautiful. I swear my blood is Boling at the 100 degrees, wait, it's her life, her choice. Who am I to say anything or feel anything.
When he left, she turns to me and again her signature glare, why she like to threat people. Well again I don't want to say but she is looking fucking adorable, I just wanted to pull her cheek, because her cheeks are all red with furious or should I say the sunrays, yeh, sun of course, the way her eyes are narrowed in the sunlight, I just wanted to cover the fire balls for her, so she can stand properly. My trance broke when she snaps her fingers over my face.
"Tum akhen khol ke sote ho kya" she asked like this is the any of her accounting doubt.
(Do you sleep with your eyes open?)
"No, But, if you come in my dreams, I am ready to sleep with my eyes open" This is defiantly a shot. She just rolls her eyes again. "You know I hate when people roll their eyes on me, but the thing is YOU roll your eyes, and I am ready for anything you can do it for me But." I take a quite pause so that she understands whatever I am going to say is really important for her, "but you can do it only for me, keep this in your small head" I slap her head softly. She is staring straight into my eyes, like her brain is processing my words. Then like a tidal wave realization hit her, she immediately looks away.
"W-what do you mean by 'only for you', I am not your-anything." She stammers, and what anything she is my...--my..... nothing, yeeha, she is no one, not even my best friend. I don't know why but this feeling and this realization that she is nothing to me, hit me like thunderstorm, a strange twist in my stomach, my heart ache in new way this feeling is strange to me. This hurt is strange to me. And I only know one thing that this is the worse feeling in my life. The silence between us breaks by the class bell.
TARUN's POV:
Today is the first day of Karan in his new office, and I am very excited to work with my best friend but instead of having our first corporate coffee I am taking lecture from my dad.
"Kitni baar samjhya hai, exports ke kam me laperwahi nahi, par laad sahab ko to samjh hi nahi ata" he is continuously giving me lecture about my one mistake, really, and he know very well I barely made mistakes, still he never ignores it.
(How many times have I explained, there should be no carelessness in export work, but son just doesn't understand.)
"Anand, baccha hai, aur kabhi kabhi galtiya ho jati hai, fir ye bhi to dekho tumhare bete ne kitni kam umar se business start kara hai." Vikas uncle try to calm him, yes Vikas uncle is here not only Vikas uncle, Meera mam from finance department, Virat uncle from marketing, and this Vikas uncle's son, Yuvraj is also present here, I never feel ashamed of being scold not because that I don't care, just because I respect my father, and his decision. I am sure there is also another move, like if he is scolding his own son that mean, he can do anything to others too.
(Anand is a child, and sometimes mistakes happen, but also look at how young your son was when he started his business.)
"Fine but this is last time I am leaving you Tarun, next time you will handle the clients. Am. I. Clear.!" dad said.
"Yes papa, and sorry, I will double check at exports. I assure you." I said confidently to him. There was satisfaction in his eyes. As dad dismiss the meeting we step out the meeting room and there I saw him, dressed in all business attire. Wait he defiantly listen everything, of course spy after all. He smirks at me, 'bastard' I mouthed to him.
"Oh, Karan welcome to the cooperate world son, ready for the challenges.!?" papa greets him.
"Born Ready Uncle" confidence huh, dekh ta hun mai, saale. (Let me see.)
"Tarun takes him to his office" dad ordered me. I give him a tight nod. But before we leave Meera mam, also here to welcome him, why so attention he is normal employee. I give him side eye him, which he returns with his that shitty signature smirk.
"Major Karan Grover welcome to the Anand tech." She said very professionally but I doubt because Karan already has very good personality towards everyone, and women attract so easily, Karan this is no easy for you my dear best friend.
"Thank you, mam, I am glad to work with this renounced company and with experts like you all, but please just call me Karan, I am not at all Major now." He replied very politely. After good 2-3 minutes, we are walking in the corridor.
"So, aaj kyun daat kahi tune?" he asked me in his teasing tone, he usually never talk about personal matter, but today he is smiling and also taking like normal people, what happen to him.
(Why you have been scolded toady.)
"Nothing just an error in some foreign client's software" I replied. "Here your small world, Karan" I open the door of small office, on the desk there is name plate which shows the power in itself, not by the plate's name but the name written on it, in bold and stoic manner KARAN GROVER. He touched the nameplate and looked around the room carefully. Then with sharp exhale, he turns towards me.
"Ye sab kya hai?" I knew this was coming.
(What all this?)
"Just a gift" I replied nonchalantly.
"Really!" he asked, his eyes truing darker.
"Okay, fine, but you already promoted here" I knew his so called ego for doing everything from scratch. But his eyes scanning mine like I murder anyone.
"I want my desk, Tarun!" he declares.
"This is your only desk and office Karan" I deadpan. "No more argument, now I already have" I said making faces.
"What do you want, sab log mere baare me aesi baat kare, ki dosti ki vajah se ye sab milla hai." he asked in the cold tone.
("What do you want, everyone talks about me as if all this happened because of friendship.")
"No one dare to speak any single word."
"That because of your fear moron, but people will talk behind my back! Do you want this respect of mine!!??"
"Seriously, Karan you deserve this." I said this time my voice is quite loud.
"NO, I don't deserve this, I deserve like everyone. This is an office stupid everyone should get fair chance to compete." he and his ethics. "Now tell me where my desk is" Agin same irrigating question.
"So, what do you want, I should be on the post of manager and my friend should work on the post below me.!!" I confess, yes, he always be my backbone since my collage, no matter he is my senior. But every single time when I need someone to talk, to tell my problems, no matter we get on solution or not, but he is with me. I still remember the day when I give my whole 3 weeks for completing the project and still, I got reject. That time he is the only one who gave me courage. And now when he needed this job this knowledge, when he is stepping into the new cooperate world, I have to be with him.
"I know you are fulfilling the friends right, but Tarun, trust me you will be proud on me when I get this promotion due to my hard work. I know you are helping me bro, but think about this, when uncle say that 'Karan you did it' Or when I throw a party of my promotion, Huh." he takes brief pause. "Tarun you are right on your place but let me do it." he is really serious. There is hope, deamination, resolution, capitulation, and more than that KARAN in his eyes. My old, comrade Karan's resolution.
"Aaj kissi ne teri atma replace kar di, ya kissi se mil kar aya hai tu"
("Has someone replaced your soul today, or have you come after meeting someone?")
"Kya matlab" confusion in his eyes.
(What do you mean.)
"Means you never give this kind of" I hand move in the gesture of wide "long paragraph like answer, not even in answer Sheets. That is why you have very low mark in theory subjects." I mock him.
"Shut up"
"Here welcome back Grumpy Karan." I laugh softly, and he glares at me.
*******
3 cups double shot Capuchino, and Stright 3-hour work, with lots of mails, PPTs, project analysis, and signing 4 promotion letter, 2 restriction letter. Now I am making another PPT for Government tender. Now days Government giving lots of opportunities to us, and also market price of Government stocks is shooting, so as par my research it will be profitable for us. This is my only why to distract myself from that Stupid Nightmare and papa's words, and this headache. I was completely focused on my computer when my phone rang. "Kaniii😒" why she is calling me.
"Bhai...sunooo, aaj na mujhe lene late aana me Rehana di ke sath dance practice kar rahi hun..okay na" she starts as soon as I pick up the phone.
(Brother...listen, don't come late to pick me up today. I am practicing dance with Rehana..okay?)
"Han me to tera driver hun na" she is really irritating, and I am already in bad mood.
(Yes, I am your Driver.)
"hehehe..byeiiii" and hang up. Seriously kab badi hogi ye. Again, I turn toward my computer when someone enter without knocking.
"Saale mujhe laga tu aayega mujhe bulane" he said, then I see the watch It had been 15 minutes since lunch started. Yeh, I am the one who calls him for some fun or even lunch, Otherwise, Karan is a totally workaholic man. But today my mind is not in its place.
(Damn, I thought you would come when I called you.)
********
We both are sitting on the small table at the cafeteria, when I see Kheer.
"Wow, aunty ko kese pata mujhe kheer kahni hai"
(How did she know, aunty, that I want to eat kheer?)
"What do you mean" at his confusion, I point my finger at the kheer container.
"Mummy ne nahi bani" he avoids my gaze, is he hiding something.
(Mom, doesn't made it.)
"To kis ne bani?" I asked in teasing manner. "well, no matter jisne bhi bani ho give it to me" I extend my hand, but he immediately held back. What's wrong with him, he doesn't like sweet yeah kheer is exception but still sweets.
(Who made this? Well, no matter who made it, give it to me.)
"First, I will then you can have it" He declares.
"Why, you don't even like sweets, wait kisne bani hai ye, jadi bata" I demanded.
(Wait, who has made this, tell me quickly)
"Hmm.. Sanjana ne" he said quietly.
"Ooooo, to biwi ke hath ka khana hai, wow pehle din hi, kya baat hai!!" I tease him, and I can notice the shyness oh god. I chuckle lightly. He opened the lid and take a bit, his brows arch in amusements like he never ever eats something made by Sanjana.
(Ooooo, this is food made by the wife, wow, on the very first day, amazing!!)
"Abe, aesa bhi kya hai, pehli baar thodi kah raha hi teri hi biwi ke hath ki hai, chal la ab muhjhe de" I extend my hand and take a bite. Hmm, good but not that much like my mom and aunty. "Hmm...really she is good in cooking. It means you're cooking skill have no use." I said to him, which I only receive an shocking expression.
(Hey, what's this? It's not like you are eating first time. it's your wife's handiwork. come on, now give it to me.)
"Who is good and in what?" he deadpans.
"Sanjana is good in cooking!"
"hahaha" he laughs, kya millaya hai kheer me. Like he literally laughs. Oh. God. "Sanjana. good. in cooking. she only cooks naughty ideas." he clears his throat. "don't look at me like this." he stated on my 'ohmygod' expression. "Tune baat hi esi kari, but wait smees like you haven't eat Trisha's hand food?" he asked me.
"No, I haven't"
"That is why. You know what, my cooking skill never goanna waste. But yeah, lucky you, Trisha is really awesome in cooking even she can make continental and many more like you just say and here present, I bet you, you will forget your favorite restaurant after eating from her hand," I arch my brows on his statement. "I mean food made by her hand. And for your kind information your girl is giving lessons to my girl." he said, and the most beautiful thing is he said my girl. On I can't explain the feeling in my heart. But again, my mind diverts to that girl. I exhale sharply. He looks at me for a while then shook her head when I don't give him attention, I know he get an idea of my off mood. Do whatever you can do for hiding something from your best friend, but they will know anyhow. After lunch I was moving towards my cabin, when he called me from back.
"Tarun"
"Yep" I answer him with my signature smile, but I think it does not work.
"You know, you are very terrible at hiding something specially from ME" he said in his fucking cold tone.
So, I tell him about my dream and dad's insecurity towards me.
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Thank you for reading. I know. I know aap me se kuch bolenge ki "itna bada chapter kyun." But guys don't you think this is unfair towards you; look I already post one chapter in 2 months. And you will wait for me na my cuties. {whom I am kidding. koi wait nahi karta mera :( }
So that is why I am writing a lot for you.
And sorry for this delay.
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