After Breakfast,

Krish rubbed his stomach, groaning. "Today, aunty gave me so much food. Now I can't even walk. How will I play football like this?"

Nisha was packing her bag. "Sometimes, you should attend classes too. Is it necessary to play football every day?"

Krish responded, "Why? Is there any connection between classes and playing football?"

Nisha warned, "If you keep bunking classes like this, you'll fail your exams."

Krish retorted, "You're there, right? Will you let your best friend fail in exams? Of course not.right darling??" He pulled her cheeks affectionately.

Nisha slapped his hand away. "Eww! Just stay away from me, pagal."Krish laughed, reveling in the joy of irritating her.

In College,

In class, the professor elucidated a lecture while everyone diligently took notes. Krish, however, kept glancing at his watch, eager for football practice. He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the opportune moment to slip away.

"When will the professor leave..." Krish murmured to himself.

As soon as the professor turned to write on the board, Krish seized the moment and stealthily exited through the back door, heading straight to the playground.

Nisha shook her head, exasperated by his behavior."He's impossible," she murmured.

Their friends, Abhishek, Vani, kriti and Akshay, noticed the interaction and could easily perceive that Nisha and Krish were more than just best friends.

During the break,

Nisha waited for Krish so they could share lunch. After ten minutes, her stomach started growling.

Annoyed, she muttered, "Just let him be there... Here I am, dying of hunger, and he doesn't think of me at all."

She opened his bag to see what he had brought for tiffin and found her favorite pasta.

Without a second thought, she started eating it."Yaar, save something for me too,"

Krish said, approaching her while wiping his sweaty face and hands with a handkerchief. His clothes were drenched with sweat, making Nisha cringe.

She turned her back to him while continuing to eat. "Why have you come now? Go, just go and play for some more time," she said.

Krish sighed and sat beside her. "You know, Nishu, that next Tuesday we have a football match. We need to practice more."

Nisha didn't reply.

"Talk to me, please. Why are you so angry?" Krish pleaded.

Nisha silenced him by feeding him a full spoon of pasta. Krish smiled, understanding that no matter how much she was angry, her care for him never wavered.

Nisha sensed his stare. "Why are you watching me like this? Just eat, or else you'll say I didn't save anything for you."

When college ended,

Krish said, "Just do one thing. I'm going to the washroom. In the meantime, pack all my things in my bag, and then we'll go."Nisha nodded.

While packing his things, something piqued her curiosity. Out of intrigue, she took it out and froze.

"Yaar, I'm done. Give me the bag," Krish called out.

When he didn't get a reply, he called again, "Have you gone deaf or what? And why are you standing like that?"

When Nisha turned and showed him the packet, his face turned ashen.

'What..what is this Krish' Nisha asked ,her voice is trembling slightly.

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