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“You can shrink your real self in the corner of your head, but it will bounce back the moment you will be yourself.” [Jacqueline]

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“What are you doing Rohan?” I screamed at Rohan for the hundredth time. The last cla** of attending was already over and almost all students had left for their homes. While I was stuck in a room with him. ‘Why?’ Because I forgot my diary on the table and when I came back to get it. Someone came from outside and locked the door. That, someone, was Rohan, The a**hole. For half an hour I was requesting him to open the door and let me leave. But it seemed either he was deaf or I wasn’t speaking. Every time I got to the door, he will drag me back to the bench. Now that I had caught the handle of the gate in a death grip, he had placed himself on the door. I was agitated to the point that I would have kicked him or punched him only if I was able to. But since I have never practiced taekwondo and I am aware of men’s and women’s differences in strength. So I did not try to hit him. I don’t want to get hit by him.

“You promised me on lunch. Yet the moment I tried calling you, you escaped. So now you will have to listen to me.”

“What the hell! What in the world is so important that you had held me here from half an hour.”

He smirked making me shiver. A single deep dimple emerged in the corner of his lips. Enhancing his small mole that was present on the left side of his lips. ‘I was sure it will be anything but good.’

‘But what could I do? Should I kick him where the sun doesn’t shine?’ My eyes followed his private area as I thought of doing it.

I was brought out of thinking when he spoke in my ear

“Don’t even try that sweet cheeks.”

“I. What?”

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are not going to like, what I will do

my breast. The moment I registered his words and a***yzed his actions. I ran opposite to where he was standing. To

“You are so cute.”

he think I am cute. He must be saying it to make me trust him. So that he will take great pleasure in hurting me. ‘What kind of bullying style is this? He is just making me sit here? Is that how he bullies everyone. If it’s one of his ways. It proves one thing that he is a kind boy. At least according to me. But if he is stopping me here just for this why don’t I complete my homework. At least

bakin boy sat down across me. You must be thinking what bakin is, well I invented it for him. The first two letters of bad and the last three letters of the word kind. Sometimes I think how great it will be when I will publish my dictionary. Since I had this weird habit of inventing new names by joining them. Which though I now

attention. He was doing it for the last 10 minutes. Asking me what I am doing or what’s wrong while

of the bench I was sitting on. While

do you want? Why have

“Hahaha.”

joking. It was apparent by the way he was laughing while clutching his stomach at the same time. He even dared to wipe some tears from his eyes. Which was fake since there were no tears. I glared

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“Me. Kidnapping you! Hahaha!”

it again, what’s wrong with this guy. He had wasted an hour of

from the table. My favorite pink pen. I muttered an

my shoulders, I bit my lip and gathered all my courage for what I was going

the pen, but then

at him again, I noticed he was still laughing. His shoulders were

placed it on my shoulder. Just when I tried to move forward he stopped me with his legs. Since he was sitting just next to me. On my

people with magic. Since they think there’s a presence of a ghost on her. Who was making her do the things she was doing. Which was not true. But you can never argue over it, to Indians. Because every time we have an issue of something like this. People don’t treat it as a disease they treat the patient