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Kyra's POV

I scurried downstairs swinging my bag over my shoulder. I was again late oh wow that wasn't something brand new slept late hunting for my sleep and when I had finally found it sun found me. I was fed up with this after midnight hide and seek game. Why can't I sleep? I don't have insomnia

I used to love to sleep.

And yes sleep also loved me back. Like a psycho lover followed me around never left me when I used to beg it to go away teacher will notice me I have homework to do but it remained adamant by my side.

And now poof gone...

Swiftly passing by the dining table I grabbed an apple and my other hand stretching out for the door handle-

"Kyra!"

Oh dang...

Mummy

Shooting a glare to the door I swirled back with a big smile she was really worried since last days although I didn't let anything out behaving as if nothing happened and I wasn't in need of her hugs to tell me everything will be alright. It will be over soon. Nothing was wrong with me.

But her mother radar detected something was not okay she was tiptoeing around me, making my favorite dishes checking on me coming to my room with excuses. Even Harsh sense of it he was ready to part with his tablet and lend me saying "you can play on it if you want to"

I clasping my hands greeted,
"Good morning mummy! I'm going bye"

I waved turning around.
"What about breakfast-

"Not feeling for it today but don't worry this will surely go inside " I flashed the apple.

She moved forward her expression soften, "Ky you are better off without him it might be hard for you now but you we will there eventually and when you look-

I cut her off it was fruitless now the elephant in the room wasn't acknowledged it was directly pointed at, "I appreciate your concern very much mummy and someday, I might be better off without him but it would never be the same like when I was with him" friend or not.

I read somewhere if you like someone it's better to be their friends than dating them.

Relationships are complicated sooner or later they reach their breaking point, adjustment and compromises not all could stick to those.

Without even starting properly, mine ended. I was missing him and it would be unfair to say but I missed him more than Abhi.

He covered his absence with his.

But I have done enough of brooding now, it's time to shake and bring my old self back.. which will be of without him now.

Ohh come on I don't have to go to that lane again ..

Patience..okay... I took deep breaths. Anger was better than depression.

Alright Kyra! there's quite a life left still It's not the end of the world.

I sat one side in MPV in the backseat of it my head resting over the window glass. My lips lopsided as the senior citizens chattered discussing on the hot topic of today 'men'

"Koteshwari-

They pulled me also now and then, to make me feel included but I'd much rather enjoy watching them

And yeah calling me Kotes- oh god that wasn't my name I doubt it would be any girls name.

I shut my ears to it who knew hearing it I'll forget my own name

"Koteshwari never trust these men creatures they are the filthiest thing on this earth (no offense)"

Other Grandmas hooted some even did that faisu's hand thing.

Wow they were way cooler than our generation.
In front of them, I felt Grandma with no reaction.Shrugging off I clapped to appear more enthusiastic.

"They are always looking for one thing" Kavita Aunty emphasis dramatically lifting her index finger

.( a confusion what do you call another grandma? aunty right?🤨)

My ears perked up at one thing.

"You fall for them but they just want that thing and when they get it"

The suspense made by a long pause

"tata bye bye see you with another"

I clasped my mouth muffling my chortle.

My grandma rolled her eyes, "and after that their excuses uff"

"Darling I'm not feeling it now," one said in a rough voice giving as an example of them.

"It's not same anymore"

"It's not about you it's about me"

They looked at me expectedly I squinted my eyes thinking of any, "you deserve better" I uttered the recently heard one.

Pooja aunty huffed commenting, "as if we don't know"

I laughed out howling. God I should enroll for a ticket to Haridwar trip if this was how entertaining it will be

••••

"Okay, who wrote Romeo Juliet?" Rishabh asked stupidly. We stopped by my class I answered in a dry tone, "Kabir Singh"

He had a bandage on his nose bridge it was fractured.

He had waved it off saying it's nothing he deserved it anyway. He deliberately provoked him he wasn't thinking straight that day. Just a little push and the withdrawal took a toll on him. He's still coping with it, it's not easy to control when every cell in your body wants the opposite.

"Preethi's abusive husband he's that old!" Rishabh continued the joke his face recoiled looking in front at someone.

It was Pratiksha with a phony smile coming over to us. She pointed her perfectly manicured finger at Rishabh and declared, "you stay away from me"

"Coming to me and saying I stay away from you Nah Prats you don't play fair .." Rishabh pretended to be disappointed shaking his head.

Pratiksha's fake show fell off she glared at him," you better be careful"

"Okay sir I mean ma'am you didn't do your upper lip today?"

Pratiksha's eyes went round , horrified touching her upper lip she stumbled back running towards the washrooms.

Rishabh and I shared a look then we chuckled out.

I felt someone's burning stare at back of my head but shoved in my want to look towards it.

Rishabh unaware of it blew, "anyway, I should get going to my class before the bell rings, all the best oh wait you didn't tell me Shakespeare wrote what?"

"World war 3," A voice said sliding past in without looking at us.

"I should apologize to him, ah but I don't want to really.. "Rishabh told leaving.

••••

"Kyra any problem?" Mr. Khan inquired giving me a weird look.

"Ah No!" I shouted then bit my tongue as other people's head turned.

"I mean I'm perfectly good okay fine"

My classmates snickered.

Oh shut up mouth just shut it

"Then sit properly"

I was inclining more towards the desk hanging on the edge of the seat. Geez, my nerves were taking out worst of me.

"Okay!" I again shouted the front girl shot me an annoyed look.

"Okay," I whispered shifting back and sitting normally. So the seating arrangement changed, he wasn't back he was adjacent to me and that was worse!! Now I can't look to my left that had a window and I need outside view occasionally when writing paper my habit you know oh god who has such habits???

the only problem here was me

okay, it's perfectly fine it's only him.. him

who?

Krish

I turned my left. shit! This I didn't have to do! this only I didn't have to do !!

He was already looking then he gazed away but I continued, paralyzed I guess

So he looked back at me smirking. I narrowed my eyes he bent his head down laughing silently.

My lips curled slowly-

"Kyra!"

I jolted, sitting upright

"Yes sir!"

Mr.Khan crossing his arms over his chest with a reproaching look "Write your own paper and stop peeping over Krish's"

My eyes widened "no I wasn't!-

"Do your work" he ended the conversation briskly.

I looked down pouting.

In the middle of the exam when I was jotting down whatever was coming in my mind, quickly glancing at my wristwatch. ah!! Only 1 hr left oh no Grammar section was still there to do and unseen passage and then I have to revise entire-

suddenly a paper ball landed on my desk.

My pen stopped I stared at the ball. Then looked up, in case the teacher noticed then sideways which excluded left of course.

Who the hell want to cheat in English exam!

I shooed the ball down and then with my foot kicked it back. Go to hell whoever is sitting at the back.

After 5 mins, another landed. I put my pen down. Okay, this wasn't a coincidence. It was dropped here on purpose. I glanced around included the right side also this time. But he was engrossed totally in his paper. Sighing I unfolded the paper and I recognized the writing-

Hello ;)
Did you read the letter?

My head snapped to him. What the hell! Was he expecting a reply? then he'll keep expecting it.

I dropped the ball decomposed in front now.

And and yes again it came, this time it hit my pen how was he even doing this?

I was going to throw it down but opened it intrigued and a bit excited?

No!

Did you READ the letter?
Pls tell me I need to know

P.S preparing another ball if I get caught you will be blamed, he's suspicious of me anyway

I gasped stealthily looking at him.

With joined hands, he stared back hopefully like a kid.

I put my head down groaning.

God I am doomed
I am so doomed

I remembered what he said before leaving yesterday" you should read it soon"

But I couldn't make myself to do it Abhi made me a promise to only read it when we were together. And I may sound insane but reading it would be like closing the book completely. It would be like we would never be together. That thing won't happen. I don't want to hang on it but I don't want to lose it forever. I will not hope but I won't stop dreaming also. So I didn't read yesterday, today and won't even read on tomorrow.

I wrote on the back of the paper. I lied

Yes I read it now stop bugging me

I balled but didn't act daring by taking upward route so I kicked it to the left trying to be as soundless as possible.

He read it, immediately he looked at me with an unreadable expression. Gulping he pen down at once.

I was curious to know this one in fact.

Slowly, I opened it feeling his eyes on me.

So do you still love me?

My heart skipped a beat hearing his voice in my mind saying that.

I took a moment

Then

I wrote a reply

Still working on how not to :(

He read with a small smile on his face which turned to a full megawatt one. He stared at me intently the background drifting away the gliding of pens over papers their tipping sound growing faint nothing exists leaving the two of us alone lost in each other. And for the first I felt the return back of it for the first time I didn't feel the only one in this. His hot stare reaching to me meandering in heightening my senses to their full peak I felt elated I tried to keep up but my red burning face, breathing so uneven and a thumping heart who would jump out of my mouth any second. Unwillingly, I drew my eyes away breaking the contact.

"Wow," I breathe out looking down.

••••

"Where are we going?" I asked holding his hand I looked down at our hands then at his face then again down then up. We stopped suddenly he turned to me his eyes gleaming, "you stare at me a lot" he said grinning.

He had pulled me out of blue the second exam was over I couldn't even say anything, with no words he took my hand leading me somewhere. His face with yesterday's light bruised on it. He was beaming for some reason and it was infectious.

I gaped astonished at his words I pulled my hand but he didn't leave giving up I pointed my finger using my other hand, "you can't say that!"

"Did I say I mind it? No! But don't give me a competition Kyra"

I frowned, my eyes widened realizing little late what it meant. He yanked me inside of a music room.

"Okay Krish, you can't just pull me out like this are you even hearing me?-

He unhung one of the guitars propped up and jogged to the raised platform positioning himself on a stool placed in the middle.

Adjusting the guitar his hands shook settling it rightly. He looked at me rubbing his neck, "ah ..um. You've to sit for this...I mean it's okay if umm...you ...stand there ...but" He stopped stammering when I walked in shifting the chair in front and sat uncertainly staring at him.

"Kyra I didn't take my guitar out to sing for Pratiksha that day I got it back from repair ... Actually, I am a little shy to sing in front of any-

He looked quite nervous so I shot him my thumbs up saying, "your only audience is ready, dazzle me" My voice sounded strange. I want to hear him play I want hear it so badly.

Slowly his grin was back, he relaxed nodding.

Clearing his throat he moved his fingers over the strings. I held my breath. I am gonna hear Krish sing yoooo My inner self squealing while my outer struggle to keep it in.

He played intricate beautiful notes hitting straight to my heart, then he sang closing his eyes,

I put my hand over my chest

" feeling like I'm breathing my last breath,
feeling like I'm walking my last steps,
Look at all of these tears I've wept,
Look at all the promises I've kept"

My throat went dry. Twisting and fidgeting with my skirt hem lost in those lines. His voice wasn't only beautiful it was enchanting... I thought I couldn't love more but I was wrong his voice became my favorite song.

His eyes snapped open holding my gaze looking deep into mine he crooned the chorus,

"I put my all into your hands,
Here's my soul to keep
I let you in with all that I can
You're not hard to reach

And you bless me with the best gift
That I have ever known
You give me purpose
Yeah you have given me purpose
You give me purpose every day

Oh you are my everything
Oh you are my everything"

He stood keeping the guitar down sound of it tearing the silence of so much unspoken and so much said words.

With confident steps, he moved towards me I blinked in daze getting up dropping my hands I stepped forward.

We met in the halfway.

Without breaking the eye contact he raised his hand placed it softly on my cheek his hazel brown eyes never looked so captivating before they had a vulnerability and unshielded affection. And they were looking at me those were for me.
"My angel," he said wiping off a tear from my eyes before it fell.

I was like on cliff edge which was thrilling and scaring at the same time.

He cupped my face I closed my eyes taking in this beautiful dream which appeared so real.

This was surreal

"My everything" he whispered bringing his forehead to mine. His breath fanned over my lips.

I felt his warm hand around mine he lifted it up putting it right over his chest holding it close where his heart was. I sensed the pulsing the wild beating of it like rhythmic music syncopating with mine.

"I love you," he said those three words for which my ears ached to hear.

I felt light the tightness uncoiling freeing me.

I leaned in my other hand also on his chest didn't want to remove the first. I did those things to him I was the reason for its pace. My nose brushing his.

"I do, I love you  so much Kyra" he mumbled over my lips. Then he pulled my face inclining his down. Our lips smashed and this time it wasn't sweet and slow it was fierce desire of raw passion that we didn't hold back in. My hands sliding up pulling him to me as close as possible. He sighed drawing me in arm around my waist other hand tangled in my hair which he opened smoothly.
Our lips moved their softness over mine at the same time strongly demanding I matching with them breathing hard to reach it. He bit lightly on my lip I moaned my lips parted I sensed his hesitancy I assured caressing his head. His tongue grazed my lower lip I held his shoulder tightly then it slid in I tasted his cool mint breath the inside hot of ardent and of him. I felt dizzy high on him he groaned getting the control.
My head lolled back his lips now on my chin my chest rising and falling so rapidly I doubt how my shirt buttons were intact. He opened his eyes mine remained shut I felt the burning stare of them. He pulled me close hugging me my head buried in his chest I wrapped my arms around his waist. Kissing on his chest I mumbled "I'm home"
His head in my hair breathing rash he kissed at the back of my ear. I shivered clutching onto him. "Me too" he whispered.

I loved writing it 😭😭😭 oh my gosh I am like oh wow 😭😭😭I am fangirling yooohaaaa😭😭😭

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