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Dedication:

This chapter is dedicated to the winner of my 'share your story' competition ishipmeandchocolate. Congratulations on winning by a significant margin.

Guys do check out her stories: Heartbeat Highway and Try Being Kidnapped.
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Ayesha's P.O.V:

These hundred minutes feel like the longest hundred minutes of my life. I don't think I've ever wanted something to end so desperately.

I've been sitting with Abhi for the past twenty minutes and we've not said one word to each other, in fact this is the quietest I've ever seen him.

Wait a second, why do I care if he's not said anything? I'm used to sitting next to people and not communicating with them, so why do I suddenly feel the necessity to talk to him?

Ayesha, stop thinking so much and focus on your work.

Yeah, you're right, why am I thinking so much? And what's with the questioning everything?

I squeeze my eyes shut in the hope my brain would switch off. It works ... well, for a second at least.

I glance at the set of questions on the sheet before me and start writing.

My focus gets shifted when I hear Abhi and Tanya start talking. My ears have a mind of their own so they automatically tune into their conversation.

Don't blame me, it's quite hard to ignore them when they're talking nonstop. Literally, it keeps going back and forth but eventually it all stops.

There's a brief moment of silence after Abhi asks, "What GCSE's are you studying?"

I feel his eyes fixed on me and I realise he might be asking me. I look up and my eyes meet Tanya's, so he is talking to me. THE Abhimanyu Singh is asking ME what I'm studying, wow. Since when has he developed an interest in talking to me?

I look at him and he's looking back at me with an earnest expression. For a second, I think I'm lost in the fountain of chocolaty eyes. Cliché? I know right. Why does everyone have to have brown eyes?

I break eye contact with him and fidget with my pen to distract me from looking back into his eyes.

I remember his question and finally say the words, "Art and French."

He nods and there it is, the silence is back. I sit there for a few minutes but this time it feels unbearable and I'm feeling restless to speak to him again.

I clear my throat and try to revive our conversation as I don't like the awkward silence between us.

"So, what do you want to be when you're older?" I ask him.

He answers almost immediately, "I want to be a secret agent."

I know he's not being serious, but when he speaks, there's a childlike glint in his eyes. It's as if he's found a jar of candy and when he says those seven words, I'm dumbfounded.

I stare at him in disbelief as he continues speaking, "I'm serious. When we're older, we'll meet at some party and I'll pull my blazer aside, then you'll see."

It's as if I'm talking to a small child who's unworldly wise and he's sharing his deepest of secrets with me.

In this moment there's so much innocence on Abhi's face, he looks endearing.

I wonder, "Have I judged him a bit too early? Abhi seems like a nice person from the way he talks and he's far from the preconceived notions I had of him. Maybe I should give him benefit of the dou-"

The bell interrupts my thoughts and I realise the lesson has finished. Now that I think about it, it feels like I had just started talking to him.

I stuff my pencil case into my bag and walk down to the benches outside Drama block to meet up with my friends.

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Author's note:

~ I actually forgot to ask this question in my last update, but how many of you knew, Sid and Varun were assistant directors on My Name Is Khan?

Back to the chapter:

~ They talked! What did you guys think of this chapter?

~ Also, what do you think of Abhi and Ayesha as individuals?

P. S. Does anyone have any suggestions for Abhimanyu and Ayesha's ship name? Or Rohan and Ayesha? Shoot away! :)

~ Kirren☺
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