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Her Facebook Friend By Ifveen Chapter 15

“Some days, the things you do; don’t make you bad. While some days it doesn’t!” [Author]

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I held my head as I gazed at the mirror in my bathroom. It had been two hours since I came back home after practically killing Rohan with a pen. I felt goosebumps as I recalled how the pen got stuck in his chest. Though I was tempted to go back to him and help him remove it. But I knew it was a bad idea. So I ran and ran till I reached the entrance of the school without looking back. The guards were surprised seeing me, as they yelled at me to leave the premises.

“What the hell were you doing in the school this late girl? Get out.”

My breathing was a little faster because of all the running, so it came in short pants as I waited for my heart to calm down keeping my hands on my knees.

After calming down, I explained hastily, knowing they will not be able to reconfirm my lie with her. Because she was the most strict teacher, and the rude one with the staff.

“I was with Miss Leila for an important project.”

“Oh. Okay okay. Now get going bitiya. Your parents must be worried about you” The tone of the security guard’s uncle changed too quickly as he smiled at me. Patting on my forehead.

Did I want to scoff at his words, worried? ‘Mummy doesn’t even know she has a daughter. And Daddy might be on duty. They don’t have the time to know where I am?’

I waved him goodbye with guilt creeping up to my bones. Lying is bad. ‘See what you just made me do Rohan?’

After that, I had to search for an auto to return home because my bus was nowhere to be seen.

So I walked outside of the school. On the right side of our school was an Auto station and the lane was broad to enter. So I walked there in search of it. Auto rickshaws are a quintessential part of our country’s landscape. They often provide first and last meal connectivity in the city.

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cheapest way of transportation. And it can seat one too many people depending on the drivers. Which is dangerous sometimes too. Also, it is very vital for Us Delhians. Since Delhi is am*** the top ten cities worldwide in terms of traffic congestion. It can be because of the vehicle population reaching 6 million. Which is pretty high

chose the first one, whose driver’s half-face was covered with his big mustache. He looked a like

who seemed too tired to be there he played a

to y Ayala aya, Zindagi dhoop tum ghana saya (When I saw you, this thought came to me, Life is a strong sun and you’re soothing

the verses

again my heart wished for

I

you leave, I’ll

and what

I

fate sing such a

we always want to share our insecurities with someone, but I couldn’t even do that? Why was

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female pa**enger who was sitting near me. nudged

here bitiya.

the backpack on my shoulder, I got off the auto. And

lips as I walked forward towards the street where my home

house, I met Mrs. Swati and she greeted me first.

“Hello beta.”

“Hello, Aunty.”

is placed in the first cabinet of the kitchen and here is the key. Also, your Mama

Aunty. Thank you

you long. Bye. And do tell me if you need any kind of

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