Her FaceBook Friend

Her Facebook Friend By Ifveen Chapter 22

“The purest form of love is protection. If he can’t protect you. He doesn’t love you.” [Jacqueline]

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I was surprised by his interruption.

‘Did he just save me? But why would he? I questioned inwardly. To myself.

‘Is it because he feels guilty for kissing me forcefully?’

I glanced back at him with furrowed brows and he offered me a small smile. A smile that was filled with a**urance. I turned back without reacting.

Mrs. Neha was the first to react. As she glared at him.

“Is your name Jacqueline!”

I looked back at him. Waiting for his response. Initially, the hand by his side was now placed behind his neck. As he rubbed the area in nervousness.

“I. I am sorry Mam.” He stammered and I stopped my urge to laugh at his reaction. ‘It was cute. He looked like just a young boy who was nervous because his crush had asked him out!’ I realized how ridiculous an a**umption it was!

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glared at him again. Her eyes filled that we’re

is the first time you have interrupted me. I am going to let you go without a punishment. But don’t repeat the same mistake! Now sit down.” Her voice held a sudden tone of

interrupt you again.

You too Jacqueline sit down

And she took her doc**ents and sauntered towards the door. While I inhaled in relief. Which proved to be a short relief, since the

hands in an attempt to stop myself from doing anything stupid. Anything that

completed my notes from the blackboard that Mrs. Neha has

because he wears rings, I am saying it a weird habit because he wears a ring on each of his fingers. ‘Can you believe that? I don’t even know how he gets the strength to

I think we need

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God! Please save me

me Jacqueline when he is pissed off over something. Something that will make him so mad that he might even hit me. The second half of his sentence confused me,

me to stop writing. My furrowed brows looked up slowly from his ugly fingers to his ugly face. ‘What? Just because he has fair skin? And a nice face shape and features. We can’t call him handsome! They need to be

was too slow in reacting or his patience was too limited because the next

OH God please send

elbow got slammed into the table badly.

he tried to drag me out fully the corner of my Kurti got clasped in the corner of the table. Looking at it, I finally found my voice. ‘I didn’t want my only uniform to be torn apart by this

What are you doing Jaan? My Kurti is stuck on the table. Please let me remove

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