It's been two days since I asked Sheroze to figure out what I meant, but I don't know how much more I can wait. My patience is wearing off, and I haven't been sleeping for two days. How much dense is he? If the whole house can tell I like him, why can't he? Don't he like me? This boy will make me go crazy. I shrugged these thoughts off and went to the kitchen to have a glass of water.
I found Sheroze sitting by the kitchen, typing away on his laptop. Why does he have to be there in the kitchen only when I want something from there? I thought. I walked past him towards the fridge, taking a look at him. Maybe he will notice me, but He didn't even look up from his laptop.
I took out a chilled bottle from the fridge, and my thoughts got better of me, and the bottle slipped from my hands and
