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🎶Hum Ko Kya Lena Hai Sab Se,
Tum Se Hi Sab Baatein Ab Se🎶

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"Don't move," A loud feminine voice echoed in the room while the person sitting in front of her sighed.

The girl upped her brows and moved the paintbrush carelessly on the canvas, seeing that the guy mentally prayed for the well-being of his paintbrushes.

"Sara, if you're done being a Picasso can I please move," The boy said, tapping his foot on the floor.

"Abhimanyu," Sara glared in his direction, making him roll his eyes.

"Aha! It's done," Sara said, standing up and throwing the brush on the colour palette.

"Great, now let's go and have some food," Saying this Abhimanyu got up.

Sara gave him a deadly look and picked up the colour brush and threw it on him
Dodging it Abhimanyu took a deep breath and shaked his head on her tantrums.

"Now what," He asked her.

"You didn't even look at it," Sara said pointing towards the canvas.

Abhimanyu rolled the cuffs of his crisp blue shirt and walked to see the canvas. As he knew the painting had nothing but some strange curves and lines with no colour coordination.

"You were making my portrait, and I can't figure out which weird line I am," He asked her.

"Oh those blue lines, that's you, your face is just so weird so I drew lines instead, and please don't question my painting skills, it's just your bad face," Sara giggled, making Abhimanyu glare at her.

"Still far better than yours," He retorted back.

"Oh come on, we don't even have a comparison," She said.

"Yes, and how can someone like me compete with Princess Sara," He said, stuffing fried rice in his mouth.

"Ofcourse, Princess Sara is the best,"She said, making Abhimanyu chuckle.

"Also, I need to have a competition with someone who is of high level," Saying this he walked past her not before ruffling her hair.

Sara huffed a deep breath and in return she ruffled his back and punched him twice as messing with her hair was like an open invitation for a fight.
Being well aware of the fact Abhimanyu used it to irritate her.

From being childhood friends to now being each other's best friend they both knew almost everything about each other and irritating each other was their favourite part.

A year ago Abhimanyu got a job in MNC and for that he shifted to Delhi from Mumbai and since then their meetings reduced but what didn't faded away was their bond. It was still so strong to pass the waves of many obstacles.

"What are you wearing tomorrow," He asked, sitting next to her.

"A red bodycon dress," Sara said looking at her nails.

He hummed in response.

"Can't I join you," He asked to which Sara chuckled.

"Abhi, I am an adult now, not that school going girl who used to go around holding your hand, and it's an office party. How can I take you," Sara explained to him.

"No matter how much of an adult you are now, you still need me," He said, twisting his lips.

"Misconceptions Mr," Sara laughed.

"We will see," He said, closing his eyes.

"Abhimanyu, how are you," They both heard another voice and turned around to find Sara's mother entering the house.

"Oh I am as handsome as I was, how are you, pretty lady," Abhimanyu said, hugging her side by side.

Shailja, Sara's mother laughed hearing his answer and hit his head playfully.

They all sat together in the and talked about random topics.

"Abhi, I hope you are going to stay for more than a week this time," Shailja asked.

"Oh I would have loved that, but I have some important things lined up," He answered and looked at Sara who was giving him a glare.

"Even now some people are grown up adults they don't need me anymore," He said, keeping a hand under his chin with a slow smirked smile playing on his lips.

Sara's lips parted looking at him when he winked in her direction.

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What do you all think of the first chapter?

I haven't deleted the book completely, I am editing the previous parts and uploading them, from where the plot lacked the book will feel completely fresh and the chapter won't be edited but a new version.