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"For others who don't know you, yes you are a nerd."

"I..."
( Was interrupted)

"Hey, Misha!"

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"Hey, Karan! What's up?" Misha's greeting fell from her lips as her eyes met mine, briefly conveying an inscrutable message that eluded my understanding. Before I could decipher her intent, Karan interceded, clasping her hand, and together, they disappeared into the bustling surroundings, leaving me bewildered and questioning reality.

The resounding thought reverberated within me, 'WHAT JUST HAPPENED?'

But let me begin from the very commencement of this tale. I am Mahira Agarwal, a denizen of India, aged 21, and currently navigating the culminating chapter of my undergraduate journey. Within the confines of my home, I share my life with my mother and a younger sibling. As for my father, well, that narrative is a labyrinthine labyrinth in its own right—one I would be willing to divulge should your curiosity beckon.

Now, onward with my story... It was nearly three years ago that I translocated to Surat, Gujarat, forsaking the vibrant echoes of Telangana, a place that still tugs at my heartstrings with its lingering memory.

In contrast to those who effortlessly amass friendships, I find solace in the realm of fewer acquaintances. However, I am not devoid of social interactions, for I engage in discourse and companionship with my fellow classmates.

A mere month ago, fate ushered in a defining moment that introduced me to a new companion, one who unequivocally anoints me as her closest confidante.

Let us delve into the recesses of time...

I was engrossed in an examination when a timid voice beckoned from behind.

"Sh...sh.. hey!"

Turning around, I beheld a cherubic, plump figure, her eyes beseeching mine with urgency.

I arched an eyebrow in puzzlement.

"I... I... Could you please help me?" She stammered and motioned toward her test paper.

It was evident that she sought my assistance in an unconventional endeavor. 😅

Thus marked the conclusion of this moment...

And that, my dear reader, is how our paths converged, blossoming into what she affectionately terms as 'BFFs.'

My knowledge of her remained somewhat enigmatic, yet her childlike demeanor and innate ability to unearth the college's most clandestine gossip did not escape my notice.

Rest assured, I harbor no judgment. Nevertheless, her spirited influence compelled me to partake in a series of escapades, ranging from truancy to spontaneous excursions.

One day, I confided in her regarding my modest crush, 'Karan Singh.' To my bewilderment, her reaction exuded an inexplicable, almost unsettling jubilation. I chose to dismiss it as a fleeting peculiarity and carried on with life's intricate mosaic.

Little did I fathom their connection, a revelation that was yet to surface...

. . . As the final chapter of our college journey unfolded, Misha, the enigmatic whirlwind in my life, mysteriously vanished from my orbit. Even Karan was conspicuous in his absence.

In the dwindling days of academia, our schedules scarcely bore the weight of lectures. The ensuing day bore witness to the conspicuous absence of nearly the entire student body. Unbeknownst to me, it marked the advent of my maiden encounter with heartbreak.

I stood near the college's entrance, awaiting Misha, whose phone calls remained unanswered. It was then that Karan's vehicle glided into view.

With the parting of the gates, an acute pang seized my heart.

Misha?

Karan Singh, his arms wrapped around her waist, escorted her inside, unwittingly leaving me stranded, a maelstrom of confusion and agony swirling within.

Was this the tumultuous throes of heartbreak?

Following that heart-wrenching day, Misha never once cast her gaze in my direction, and Karan remained blissfully ignorant of my existence, leaving me to grapple with the haunting specter of unanswered questions.

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After graduation, I explored many jobs in teaching, NGO, and online business but then finally found my real interest and did a course in graphic designing.

I made a great job profile after completing 2 years working as a graphic designer and applying for jobs in foreign.

And finally, I made it to Chicago.

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Misha is so confusing. One moment she was happy when she got to know Mahira s crush on Karan and the next moment she stabbed Mahira in the back.

Do you think Misha purposely hurt Mahira?

Thanks for reading 💘