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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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thinking. Because you are not going to like, what I will

where he was standing. To the last bench of the room. It was important to protect myself. Inhaling a deep breath I

“You are so cute.”

sit here? Is that how he bullies everyone. If it’s one of his ways. It proves one thing that he is

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

to get my attention. He was doing it for the last 10

shrank in the corner of the bench I was sitting on. While he followed

do you want?

“Hahaha.”

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 at him hoping my glare can shatter him into pieces. Which again

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“Me. Kidnapping you! Hahaha!”

this guy. He had wasted an hour of mine

My favorite pink pen. I muttered an

all my courage for what I was going to do

pen, but then on the second thought placed the

I noticed he was still laughing. His shoulders were shaking with the laughter. He was trying too hard to

was sitting just next to me. On my

my mom wouldn’t have been searching for me. First, because she doesn’t remember me. Secondly, she wasn’t in Delhi. Because My Mama must have taken her to the hospital of Saharanpur or maybe someone who cures 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 as someone whose soul is