Malik smiled wryly at Anisa’s nonsensical ramblings. There was no way Isha was jealous of him for love. A selfish and high-minded Isha wouldn’t have fallen in love with a childhood friend so quickly. No, not a childhood friend, but a former childhood friend.
Malik then took his phone and reopened several social media applications to look for Isha’s posts. But Malik had to be disappointed because it turned out that Isha rarely used her account. Even his last post was half a year ago. Even then, it was only a post of his father’s fish pond with a short text, “There is a story here.”
Malik couldn’t decipher what story Isha meant, but sometimes he felt they had an account there. There are many stories even. But for now, Malik did not want to review the story of their friendship because it wo
