“You missed me, didn’t you?”
I scoffed. “Yeah, like I miss my maths homework.”
His grin widened. “That much?”
I rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw my brain.
But my heart?
Yeah… it did a tiny flip.
Asher tilted his head slightly, still smirking.
“So… how’s life going, Miss ignorer” he asked, voice playful but curious.
I leaned back dramatically in my chair like I was about to deliver a monologue in a critically acclaimed indie film.
“Zindagi?” I exhaled like the weight of the world rested on my shoulders. “Zindagi aisi chai ban gayi hai jisme na patti hai, na shakkar. Sirf ubal hai.”
His brow arched. “Wow. Poetic. Did you rehearse this in front of a mirror?”
I wasn’t done. I placed the back of my hand against my forehead for added effect.
“Morning starts with regret, afternoons with deadlines, and nights with existential dread. Aur uske beech mein… tum jaise log thoda aur masala daal dete ho.”
He grinned wide, clearly enjoying the performance. "sach sach batana,tum roj yeah sab dialogues yaad karti ho na”
I smirked, my eyes narrowed. “Multitalented ho.”
He said in a low tone. “Tumhare dimaag mein full-time drama channel chalta hai na?”
I shrugged with mock pride. “And it’s running in HD.”
Just as he was about to say something witty back, sir walked into the room, adjusting his glasses with that tired look he always had.
“Attention everyone,” he said, clearing his throat. “All classes for today are cancelled due to some internal issues. You may leave.”
The class erupted into cheerful chaos—bags zipping, chairs scraping, and excited chatter everywhere.
I leaned slightly towards Asher, not looking at him directly, and muttered under my breath—just loud enough for him to hear, “Inn logo ko hamne paise diye hi kyu hai jab inko saree classes cancel hi karni hai ”
He looked at me, confused for a second—then grinned wide.
“mai tho aabhi abhi join hua hu, meko kya pta”
I rolled my eyes.
As I picked up my bag and got up to leave, Asher followed right behind me, still smirking.
“Achha ab toh tu free hai… coffee pine chalegi??” he asked, casually walking beside me.
I turned to him with a sarcastic smile, “Kya mai tere saath coffee pine ke mood mai lag rhi hu?”
He shrugged, “Nahi, tu toh bas mujhe torture karne ke mood mai lagti hai”
I rolled my eyes, “Main nahi lagti, tum sab log mujhe pareshan karne ka moka dunte rahete ho ”
He grinned, “Toh maan liya, main bhi ‘sab’ mein hoon?”
I narrowed my eyes, “Tum sabse zyada ho.”
He laughed, brushing his curls back slightly. “Tab toh coffee pine jaana banta hai, tumhare complaints sunne ke liye.”
I sighed. “Fine. Ek coffee. Lekin tumhari treat.”
He placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “ji rahi saheba. Aur kuch”
“bas itna kafi hai,” I said with a wink and walked ahead.
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"the way back to us"
Teen FictionThey met as kids-classmates until the fourth grade-where he had a quiet crush on her before she transferred schools. Years later, fate brought them back together in high school. What started as friendship quickly turned into something deeper, and fo...
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