This Idiot was the guy I've liked all my teenage years and even now.

" What should I write about? " I questioned myself in a low voice. Low enough for only me to hear. I have no clue what was going through my head when I decided to slap myself right across the face. There is a kahawat in Hindi ' Apne pair par khud kulhari maarna ', and I had first-hand experience of that. Accepting such a challenge. My mother really closed all the doors that I could use to get away from this (which feels more like a threat). " Finish writing a full-length novel in one week, and then you'll have a say in this" were her exact words. Am I crazy? I definitely am. Who in their right mind will accept such a challenge put forward by a renowned author, Mrs. Pranima Lama, who has written almost 10 bestsellers and is known as" The White Tulip" of India. Why? Because her novels hold that ability to entrance people and captivate their mind. The purity and innocence is so well portrayed in all her work. These aren't my words, these are the words of a famous singer Selena Gomez.

This isn't the point here. The point is, how can I survive this crisis with zero loss?

Should I pretend to have gotten in an accident and my right hand got paralyzed, so I can't write the novel now? No way, with my poor acting skills, she'll drown me in the swimming pool without batting an eyelid. Should I disappear somewhere for now? Hell no, she'll go to the police station thinking I got kidnapped and when she finds out that I did so on purpose, she'll bury me under our own garden and plant vegetables on my grave. What am I supposed to do????

All I can do at this time is cry on how foolish I was and try to come up with a solution.

I was roughly scratching my head that my hair became a total mess. I mumbled" even dying seems easier now." Just when I was in deep agony," here" the heavy tray containing coffee and snacks was put on my head and since my head was closer to the table, caught off guard, my head banged on it. " Your coffee, snacks and the book that you asked for" he sat beside me. When I raised my head, there was a bump on my forehead. His eyes stayed on that bump as he giggled. His eyes slowly shifted towards the sheets I was trying so hard to hide. He laughed" what are you even hiding that blank sheet for ?" I sighed. This idiot was the guy I've liked all my teenage years and even now. Dev Pradhan, we have been friends since class 4. He was the first friend I made. He had always been that aloof guy of the class. Just like in all of those romance novels I had been reading at that time. I thought that maybe after sometime he'll fall for me as well, but maybe I was wrong. We're in class 11 right now, and he's still oblivious of how I feel for him.

" so, how does it feel? Losing even before trying hard." i gave him a disdainful look "cut the chase, who said I've given up?" He sighed " I've known you for years Sukriti, I know you more than you know yourself." His words stung in my heart. " are you sure about that? " I asked with sarcasm. He has always grasped any difference in me. Doesn't matter emotional or physical. it's ironic how he gets everything except the matters regarding heart. He understands my eyes but never my feelings for him.

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