#2 How does he feel in your presence is he comfortable around you, can he confine in you his deepest secret without a second thought? How well do you know him and how well does he know you?

I drop the book on the table and moved out making my way to my bed plopping down ,nonchalantly I took out random color nail polish and started painting my nails.

Zero I got zero well it wasn't the first I scored zero in anything. A distant memory of me in sports kit dribbling the basket ball and jumping for the goal. The ball reached everywhere but the basket hence score was the constant zero making my chances zero being on the team.

I was devastated not because I had any plans of becoming like Michael Jordan but because I couldn't' take the advantage of sports quota that would've really proved beneficial in the future.

Today, I felt the same, me dribbling continuously my efforts which never found their way to the goal. I couldn't take the advantage of, when Krish hadn't slip out of my hand completely. I didn't know why I was even going through this when I knew the outcome like the back of my hand.

I was subjecting myself to series of blows of hammer over my foot.
Neither I was removing my foot nor was the blow stopping. We were just waiting each other to give up.

My door bell rang I immediately stood up blowing over my left hand nails. Ocean Blue not bad.

Gathering my clutch. I rushed down the stairs.

"I am going mummy!" I announced.

"With whom?" She really had to ask.

I turned back as always very close vicinity to the door. Something was wrong in their construction I guess.

Anyway, she asked and I will tell.
"Krish! I can't go to Pratiksh's house by taxi that won't be a good impression,"

As if I cared but mothers really cared about impression, reputation and close the lid after taking out the food.

She frowned, "you are being difficult,"

"Bye..." I left.

Easy people have no place in this world.

Krish positioned on his bike. I stopped dead in my track. He took time in dressing. He raised his sunglasses I shook my statue self.

"You are looking different today," I spoke out.

He smiled sliding his fingers to his jelled up hair, "I know. Three girls couldn't stop looking at me one even bumped into the pole"

I raised my eyebrow inside I was I can understand her. "You should change I suggest,"

He gave me a weird look I explained fumbling, "I mean casual looks are more famous on TikTok,"

I cringed god that was dumber than Aliya Bhatt making Prithvi Raj as our President.

His cheeks turned red for some very unknown reason, "I am not looking to get famous... Anyway, now hop on,"

I put my red helmet matched my attire. Yeah it didn't make me happy if I was looking for it.

My answer was a written no I didn't want to go to Pratiksha's house. I didn't dislike her. I searched for anything to just scrape out and nurture my disliking but I couldn't find them, aside from Krish liking towards her and that I had sworn I won't consider.

I knew very well even if I didn't go Krish will still go he won't stood up anyone whether he likes them or not. Concentrating would be hard for me wondering the two of them together. So I agreed.

"Do you know her house?" I shouted near his ear as we sped up front.

"No I'm just driving for fun today,"he replied grinning. I punched on his shoulder smiling.

••••••

Pratiksha's house it wasn't a house it was an apartment. She lived in an apartment. While I was still counting the floors Krish strutted to the gates talking to the guard.

I followed him still counting.

"Krish and Kyra-"

I was on 14 when that made me listen.

I gazed back at Krish grinning I like it when you say our names together.

"Okay your name is here but not Kyra's" the guard informed.

I flipped my neck at it, "what? How can I not be there when I was the first one to be invited,"

Krish snickered I shot him a glare.

"You are not using her name," the guard looked at me skeptically.

Now Krish laughed going aside.

I inspected that guard for his name Rocky wow Classic name, "Rocky umm.. uncle"
The guard appeared revolted. What? you looked above 40 I should have called you chacha. But, it was strange to imagine a Rocky named old man.

Holding a stick dragging his bent up body, wearing dhoti "ha beta(son) my name is Rocky,"

God.. weird imaginations I have

But it's a fact Rocky will also get old and so will Malaika Arora, note it Arjun Kapoor. (B -town talk)

"Can you make a call?" I pointed at the above phone ending my senseless daydreaming.

Muttering the guard pressed the digits. It was like we were meeting some Congress Leader.

"Yes ma'am" he nodded on the phone.

I turned my head right, now where's Krish.
I spotted him sliding in the opened gates.

Hey!

He felt my burning stare, grinning he waved his hand and went inside.

This is not fair. I marched in when the guard was still talking. Correct it, it was like meeting a BJP Leader.

"Hey , you catch up I knew it," Krish said from behind as I walked ahead ignoring him.

Went into the lift pressed the ten floor. The doors closes as Krish yelled, "wait I'm also here!"

He barely made it and stumbled in falling and striking his face to the lift interior.

I snorted.

"Not cool," he said rubbing his nose.

I made a horrified face, "oh my God Krish your nose!"

He put his hand down turning pale, "what happened to my nose!"

I shook my head shielding my eyes to freak him out more.

He pulled his mobile out with a frightened look he checked himself.
"It's alright?"

"Yes , did I say anything I just said it's your nose," I replied with a bored expressed.

His face switched to a dark one, "so funny Kyra that I forgot to laugh," he said making his voice robotic.

I was scared of robotic voice. (Phonophobia)

He walked like a robot over to me. I shrieked "ahhhhh!!!" shifting back to the wall. He came near still making that creepy voice -"ha ha see I can't laugh even If I try to,"

I hid my face screaming, "go away!"

He whispered to my ear, "I hate humans,"

I tried to push him he started laughing dropping his act holding my arms as I wanted to just strangle him up.

Ding!

Elevator door opened. The old couple watched us with disgusted expressions.

We separated out at once. Krish rubbed his neck awkwardly.
I settled my hair then paused wait this is more questionable.

"Namaste " Krish greeted getting out.
I tailed him , "Namaste"

The old woman shook her head at me as I passed her , " Boys can be understood but how can girls also,"

I glared at her ready to give a proper girl and boy difference. Krish pulled me by my hand.

"Come on,"

We stared at the door. I pressed the bell at the same time Krish also did our hands brushed. I drop it down
"Okay have your moment,"I said sighing.

Anyyyyyywayyyyy Love you all my readers but more to voters,❤️❤️❤️

Don't forget to vote❤️❤️❤️