"Nairu!" an eighteen-year-old Kartik yelled from behind.
"What?" a seventeen-year-old Naira asked, turning her head to see him.
"Can you keep my book back on the teacher's table?" he asked with a cheeky smile.
"No!" she blatantly refused.
"Why?" he asked.
"Don't call me Nairu," she stated.
"But you are my Nairu" he replied.
"If you call me Nairu then,-then I will call you Kittu" she warned.
He grinned and replied, "I don't have any problem. I am your Kittu and you are my Nairu."
"Ooo, nicknames and all, huh, lovebirds!" some classmates teased them from behind and Kaira blushed.
ANOTHER DRABBLE FOR U'LL
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