"I am busy", that's all I said.
"What is the thing you are busy about which I don't know?", he asked with raised eyebrows and I ignored him gracefully.
"Rude", he mumbled.
"Yet handsome. I don't want to be straight whenever I am around you", he said dramatically.
"But I am straight", I retorted and went out of my bedroom.
"Tell me, Arnav. Where are you going?", he asked again, coming behind me.
"Somewhere without you", I stated.
"What about meetings?", he questioned.
"You will handle them" I declared.
"Oh... why would I? I have enough in my plate"
"Can't you handle a few more for me", I asked, this time a little bit nicely.
"I can do anything for you, babe", he replied playfully.
"don't call me babe", I remarked annoyed.
He is like that from childhood, always playful. Because of him, people thought we are not straight in college.
"But what about meeting with your father?", he asked seriously.
"I will think about it".
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Naina was already there when I arrived at the function hall. She is wearing a black pants with a maroon shirt looking beautiful, smiling and mumbling something to herself. What I observed from her is that she talks to herself a lot and smiles more, unlike me. She is so innocent and pure; she talks so much like a chatterbox. Honest and transparent.
"You are late", she said when I reached her and I stood there silently not responding anything.
"Oye hero, Why are you tensed? I was just joking", she laughed.
"Come, we have many things to do", she said, holding my hand and dragging me to the stage and I followed her.
We both done remaining things and arranged the complete stage just as they wished then asked the cleaning department to clean the stage and they did.
After giving it a finishing touch, it was all ready.
"What are your hobbies, Arnav?", she asked. We are sitting down on the couch after decorating the hall. She is sitting beside me with her head resting on the backrest.
"I don't have any", I replied casually. I haven't really thought about this thing in my whole life.
"What do you do in your free time then?", she asked, sitting straight and looking at me curiously.
I actually don't get any free time. even if I get, I work but how can I say that to her?
"What do you do in your free time?", I asked her instead of answering.
"What do I do?" she mumbled putting her hand under her chin.
"I do so many things like I read a lot, then I write, I help Pooja in her work, water my plants, go to the beach and enjoy by myself", she said thinking if any missed. She is really cute like a child.
"Write?"
"Yeah, I write. I want to be an author", she replied with a smile.
I don't know that.
"You will be one", I said and she smiled more.
"I was already. But you didn't tell me why you don't have any hobbies", she asked.
Before I could answer, we heard someone calling Nania.
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It's All Started With A Lie
General FictionShe is crazy He is calm. She is clumsy He is reserved. She never stops talking He never talks if it is not necessary. She is happy soul while his heart is filled with depression. He is rich as fuck but doesn't have peaceful life She is middleclass...
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