“Do you mind keeping them with yourself?” He said and I looked at him questioning.
“Your hairs, of-course.” I widened my eyes and said “They are still on my head, you idiot.”
“No. They keep hitting my face and I think they are obsessed with me.” I gave him an unbelievable look.
“Look who’s talking.” I said.
“Yea it’s Ashutosh Mal…” he was replying while I cut him off.
“That was a rhetorical question Ashutosh the monkey.”
“Shut up pumpkin.”
-××-
When I wiped my tears and became conscious, I found myself being wrapped around a pair of hands, I thought it was him, but then I realized they were a pair of soft hands which couldn’t be of a guy.
I saw a chubby girl with a plat at the back of her head and tears in her eyes. This was my first encounter with her so I asked why was she cryin
