Fantasy Desires

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Kaya POV

I was in the school van the next day, waiting for Ashi to arrive in front of her house. I was anxiously anticipating Zaan's response. She arrived with her bag and sat next to me. “Did you get any response from Zaan?” I inquired impatiently.

She pressed her index finger to her face and propped her chin on the rest of her clasped fingers while she narrowed her eyes. I scowled since he didn't respond, so she didn't say anything to me. I sighed and reached for my book to occupy my time. “He had replied by your messages,” she patted on my shoulders, maliciously smirking. "Seriously?" I exclaimed, clapping my hands joyfully. “He requested me to give him your number,” she added with a nod, “but I reminded him that you don't have a cell phone.”

“Would he talk to me today?” I hummed in response to her statement. “Yes, he must be waiting for you,” she said. I flushed that I have the same impact on him, and he's still waiting for me like he did two years ago. “Ashi, I was thinking about getting a new phone for myself,” I said her as I rubbed my neck back.

“Are you sure, from where the money would be brought?” she asks, slightly frowning.

I let out a long sigh and shook my head.

Looking out the window, I remarked, "I didn't know, but I'm attempting to borrow some money and I'd return to EID next year." “You can talk to him on my phone, so why bring a new phone?” she said, scowling. “I can only use your phone for thirty minutes,” I said with a sorrowful smile. "We are not allowed to use phones or coaching at school.”

She listened to me and replied, "OK, I'd want to contribute a small amount of money as well, and you don't have to return me." I smiled at her and told her that I don't want to hide anything from her, so she agreed to let me get a new phone. “I suppose I'll sell my grandmother's gold earrings to make some money,” I murmured to her. “But why do you want to sell it after I am giving you money?” she asked, her pupils dilated. Then I glanced her and answered, "I would take money from you, but half of it would come from the gold earrings."

She took a deep breath and pressed her lips together in a frown. She was willing to assist, but I don't want to be reliant on her. After some consideration, she nodded and agreed to sell the gold earrings. I really don't want to sell these, but I'm out of options. My grandma once told me that these earrings would come in handy if I ever needed money. Then I pulled out my gold earrings and presented them to Ashi.

. “It seems expensive,” she observed as she glanced at the earrings.

"Could you sell these sets of gold earrings in the jewel shop?" I asked, nodding.

“OK, I'll sell them tonight,” she said, keeping the earrings in the van. I hugged her and expressed my gratitude.

“Check the message quickly and react to his messages yourself,” she urged as she handed me her phone. Not only that, but I snatched the phone from her grip and used it to rapidly log into my account. Last night at 11 p.m., I saw Zaan's message. The messages:-

How are you doing, Kaya?

I hope you're doing well. Please respond to my messages if you have time. Also, I like your favourite chocolate; after you took a bite, it became sweeter. He messaged me again after an hour, I missed you as well.

I was relieved to learn that he had responded as I had expected. He still misses me, and I have a sneaking suspicion that he still loves me. I said, "I'm fine." Sorry for the delay in responding; I don't have a phone, so I use Ashi's to respond to your messages. I'm glad you missed me as well. How was your college experience, and may I inquire about your personal life? If you are available in the evening about 7 p.m., please contact me. Then we'd be able to communicate with each other at that moment. But, because he was offline, there was no response, so I decided to take a look at his profile photo. When I opened his photos, I saw that he had a lot of pictures with his pals, but no shots with any girls. My gaze was drawn to his photograph, which depicted him holding a red rose and writing a note. Last year on Valentine's Day, I posted a rose for my lovely duckling. I was afraid I'd lose him because he had a girlfriend, and the rose was devoted to her.

Jealousy is a feeling I've had for a long time. I couldn't imagine him with any girl. I've always dreamed that he'd be mine and that I'd be his sole companion. Leaving the thoughts behind.We arrived at our school, and Ashi was carrying her phone in her bag. Then we got out of the van.

Xavier POV

My cricket gear was strewn about and my clothing were strewn about in every area of the room. Books and notes were open on the study table. Every time Kaya's face appeared in front of my eyes, I was not in the mood to study. When I was so ashamed of myself that I made her cry and be afraid of me. I don't know what possessed me because I was so frustrated by her rejection. I was enraged and furious. Her sobs reminded me that I had made a mistake. Her large, sparkly eyes drew me in at first glance. When I came to take admission in the tuition on the first day, I spotted her. She was asking the teacher questions and was completely oblivious to the fact that her attractiveness and voice drew the attention of everyone in my Boys' vicinity. I let out a frustrated groan and attempted to read the book. There would be no reason for hesitation because this is the only way I could talk to her. She was so preoccupied with her studies that she didn't even look at any of the boys. My mother and I relocated to this location when my parents separated due to their divorce. I was close to my mother, which is why I chose to accompany her and assist her. Even though I am a terrible boy, I am still a good boy to my mother.

I've resolved to be a decent lad, which means doing well in school and not partying or fighting. I thought it would be difficult for me at first, but after meeting Kaya, I wanted to do my best for her. Maybe after that, she'll fall in love with me and want to be mine.

I attempted to read my textbooks and answer my physics numerical problems.

“Xavier, eat something,” my mother remarked as she placed the tray of snacks on my study table. Then she began spoon-feeding, and I smiled at her, loving and admiring her since childhood, wondering if she would ever be free, as she had always spoon-fed. She claims that the child will always be a child to their parents, even if they grow up to be adults. “Have you eaten, Mom?” I asked her with a smile. “I would be late at night due to my job,” she added with a shrug, “so I would keep your food in the refrigerator, and you would eat it and study hard.” I boldly raised my head and told her, "I will make you proud, Mom." She grinned and walked out of the room. I stood near the window, admiring the gorgeous scene outside, the moon shining brightly. My phone called after two rings, with an unknown number on the caller ID, but I still picked it up.

"Hello, who's this?" I asked. But there was no response, though I could hear breathing. “Can you speak or not?” I inquired once more. However, I received no response. Then I abruptly ended the call. Perhaps someone was playing a practical joke on me.

My phone rang again, but this time from an unfamiliar number. I let out a frustrated sigh, and the phone rang again. “Hey, Xavier, it's me Ave,” a loud familiar voice cut me off before I could finish my sentence. I literally pushed the phone away from my ears. I rolled my eyes, knowing she couldn't change. Ave is a good friend of mine, and we used to party together in Delhi. Yes, we had a fling, but it was never serious; it was just for fun, we thought. She's the polar antithesis of our outspokenness, bravado, and arrogance. A voice filled with anticipation interrupted my thoughts. “Hey, Ave.,” I responded. “How are you doing?” “I am amazing, and guess where I am,” she added in a high-pitched tone.

“I don't know where you are,” I remarked in an irritable tone. “I am in Chandigarh,” she exclaimed cheerfully. I was taken aback and exclaimed, "What?" “I am gaining admission in Mary school because my father was fed up with my spoilt and partying manner,” she sang. As a result, dad sent me to my aunt's place to receive discipline and grow into a decent girl.” I laughed as she informed me that despite being the naughtiest daughter, she is a sweetheart. “It's hard to change you,” I taunted, “but best of luck with your new beginning.” “I have called you to assist me in selecting a decent tuition class,” she explained. We're both in the same class, but I recommend the one where I paid tuition. She requested that we meet tomorrow, and I agreed to do so. We'd eventually meet because she'd be accepted into the same tuition as me. Then Kaya had the concept that her body might not be comfortable for me, and that Ave could bead us together in a friendship thread. And she'd take her time with me. I smiled and decided to enlist Ave's assistance. I went to school and got off the bus the next day. The bus dropped me off near the Boys Convent School at the bus stop. The bus stop is a 5-minute walk from the school.

As soon as I arrived at school, I entered my classroom and placed my luggage on the next available seat. And as I began to read the book, a boy abruptly cleared his throat, and I raised my head to see a boy standing in front of me. I looked away from him and returned my attention to my books. He dumped my luggage on the floor while keeping his. I didn't want to quarrel with him, so I continued to ignore him and didn't say anything. “This loser wanted to have scars on his face, motherfu*ker,” he snatched my collar and chuckled viciously. After hearing about his treatment of my mother, I decided to leave. I couldn't stand it if someone said something hurtful or derogatory about my mother. My blood boils with rage, and I shoved him. He collapsed to the floor from his desk, his jaw clinched, and he stared at me intensely. I stood close him, shrugging my shoulders. I extended my hand to pull him up, but he grabbed it and growled, "How dare you?" In addition, I rolled my eyes and reclaimed my bag, which I placed on the desk.

Furthermore, I gently said to him, "Don't act smart with me, you idiot." I gripped his fist and twisted it as he rose up and moved his hand towards me. He attempts unsuccessfully to release his hand from my grip.

“Leave my hand,” he whispered as he groaned in pain. “Last warning to you, don't you dare to include my mother in any fight, and I'll beat you until you're half dead, but I'm leaving you just because I promised myself that I wouldn't involve you in fights,” I replied firmly.

He surprised him and caused him to trip over his own feet. Then his pals came over and caught him, assisting him in getting back on his feet. “His father would not abandon you, he is Richard's son,” one of his pals added. “As if I care,” I muttered, raising my brows. “Whose son is he?” I took my belongings out of my backpack and placed them in the classroom.

After hours, I go to school to study. I walked out the door to go to my tuition class. I changed into my jacket, denim shirt, and denim jeans at the changing room.

Then I headed to the tuition entrance to meet Ave. She requested me to accompany her so that I could assist her with the admissions process. “Xavier, I missed you, buddy,” a girl murmured in a clipped tone as I scrolled down my phone. When I turned back, I saw Ave in front of me, dressed in a purple tank top, denim trousers, and white flat heels. She smiled and embraced me in a hug. I find it amusing that she has not modified her conduct. “How was your first day at your new school?” I inquired. She shrugged her shoulders and held my arms, which was nice but a little too monotonous for me.” I sighed and asked, "Have you brought your documents?" I rolled my eyes. She nodded and reached inside her bag for the documents. The other students then began to stare at us. I scowled as I noticed their eyes was drawn to Ave's hand, which she was clutching in my arms, as if we were a couple. “Ave, everyone is staring at us because”... was cut off by the sound of a car in the middle. The BMW automobile in front of me came to a complete stop. This model astonished me because it is really pricey due to its production business and modern engines. This knowledge is familiar to me because I am a car and engine enthusiast. Then a girl emerged from the automobile, and I found myself facing her back. My mood was ruined when I saw the same boy from my school whom I had previously beaten. My veins in my neck pulsated as I scoffed. He approached the side of a girl, who turned her face towards me. Kaya was standing beside him, and my eyes widened in surprise. I had no idea she came from a wealthy family, but I was curious as to why she was with him. Looking at him made me feel a sense of jealousy. Ave noticed my concentration and said, "Are you okay?" Looking back at her, I bowed my head and swallowed my rage. She bowed her head when that boy spoke something to her. Her face had turned pale and she didn't appear to be at ease. Something didn't feel right.

“Hey, Kaya,” Ave remarked with a smile as I pushed forward. “You must study here.” She shifted her focus away from the ground and toward us. Her eyes were red, as if she had cried or was about to cry.

“Your van will come in the evening,” the boy said dryly as I narrowed my eyes at her. He exclaimed and sternly asked, "What are you doing here?"

“I came here to study as well,” I stated emphatically. He hummed, but my voice made his body tense. I smirked, knowing he hadn't forgotten about my thrashings.

Kaya was fumbling her fingers and looking uneasy out of the corner of my eye. Because of the tension between me and this boy, the atmosphere got hot. “Who's this handsome boy?” Ave asked Kaya, softly laughing.

I rolled my eyes when she suggested that any Loser would be handsome. “He is my brother, Kosho,” Kaya said, blinking her eyes constantly. After hearing her say that he is her brother, I felt relieved. Despite the fact that she is not the same as him. If he hadn't gone to her to drop the tuition, I would never know. My Kaya is kind, innocent, and soft-spoken, whereas he is a jerk and egotistical. She respected everyone and did not take pride in her wealth or flaunt it. She is straightforward and uncomplicated in every sense. I was smitten not just by her beauty, but also by her demeanour.

“Xavier, let's go inside,” Ave said to me, interrupting my thoughts. Kaya went inside, and I grimaced as I looked around. Then we went inside together to finish the Ave admissions process.