Myra hated unanswered questions. She hated unfinished conversations even more. And yet, here she was, stuck in the middle of both when it came to Arjun.
The student council room felt smaller than usual, the air between them charged with something neither of them was willing to name. Myra clenched her jaw, forcing herself to hold his gaze.
"You can't keep doing this," she said finally.
Arjun tilted his head. "Doing what?"
"This," she snapped. "Acting like you're waiting for me to say something when you already know I won't."
His lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smirk, but wasn't entirely serious either. "Maybe I just like watching you struggle with it."
Her pulse jumped, but she refused to react. "That's not funny."
"I'm not laughing."
Silence.
Too much silence.
Arju
