Don't You Dare Touch My Heart! ✅️(Sample only)

His Love!

Meera was his high school classmate. She came from Hyderabad due to the transfer of her father. She joined his school in their 11th grade. Meera was a very studious girl. Soon, he started hate-liking her. He hated her for the tough competition she gave for the first rank. He liked her for pushing him to his limits. Meera noticed the passive aggression he showed her and was puzzled at first. 

In her previous schools, she had no friends. Her father would get transferred every once in a while, and she had to jump 7 schools until this last one. She would get first rank wherever she went, and that stopped some good friends coming her way. The friends that talked to her did that for combined studies alone. When Krishna made her feel like she was in his competition, she took that challenge sportively, and it was fun to her. 

“Hi, Krishna! Congratulations.” She went and spoke to him when he got the first rank in the second term exams. 

“Thanks!” He said, smiling contently.

“Enjoy it because this will become mine the next term.” She said to him and walked away while he enjoyed her open challenge. 

Soon, their war made them friends. Mithran felt left out in this as he was an average student. He hated Meera for separating his only friend from him. Yes, Krishna was Mithran’s only friend. Mithran is the son of a wealthy businessman and he could tell easily when a person talks to him if he is truly friendly or is trying to make friendship with him for the benefits they might get in the future. And the result is that he had no friends except Krishna. 

“Dei, I don't like what you are doing,” Mithran said to his friend.

“What did I do?” Krishna asked him back, truly unknowing of what happened to his best friend all of a sudden.

“I don't like you talking to Meera.”

“Haha, what are you? My girlfriend? Why do you get possessive on this silly matter?” Krishna asked him playfully.

“You have stopped spending time with me.” He started complaining.

“Thu, if someone hears you talk like this, they might think of us from a totally different angle.”

“Krishna!” He growled, and Krishna understood that his friend was not joking.

“Dei, loosa da ni? (Are you mad?) That is just healthy competition. Nothing more, nothing less. Above all, she likes you very much and always will inquire about you to me. It is you that always avoids her.”

“I don't want her to be between us, and I do not require a friend. Tell me, what is the reason you show all your teeth to her?”

“Karumam!” Krishna hit his head hard and looked at his friend who was standing in front of him with utmost anger.

“Dei, whenever I study with her, I call you too. Padika kashta pattutu velayada poitu ippo vanthu en pondati mari pesitu iruka. (You went to play to escape studies and now talking as if you are my wife)”

“Ok ok, I will come with you. But you should also come with me to the playground. I miss you there. Mithran said, and Krishnan hugged his friend to compromise him.

“Haha, ippo mattum yaravathu nammala pathanga, mudivey panniduvanga. (If someone saw us now, they will just confirm it!)” Krishna told his friend, and they walked to their class with laughter.

It was always Mithran for Krishna! Mithran is a hard-headed man. He is kind of arrogant, and that keeps himself distant from everyone. But Krishnan liked him when he first saw him. Their friendship started in their sixth grade. Mithran saw Krishnan’s insides even at that very young age. That is how much Mithran hated people and their greed. He had his own reasons.

“Krish!” Meera called him one day in the corridor of their classroom. 

“Yes, Meera?”

“I saw you yesterday on the ground.”

“Yeah, we were playing basketball.”

“I saw you!” She looked down. She remembered his sleeveless shirt and shorts. She remembered his thick arms and how he used his height as an advantage in the game. 

“Um… you were so good,” Meera said after she realized that he was looking at her for an answer.

“Thanks, Mithu and I are team players in our state team.” He said with pride.

“Oh!” She said, her little heart shaken at the sight she saw, and she could not understand the changes in it. She felt like she saw Krishnan with different eyes now. He looked more handsome and smart in her eyes. 

“Ok, Meera. All the best.” He said and walked into the classroom. They had a class test that day, and the first time Meera came to school unprepared for the exam. The magic of hormones started playing with her, and her marks stood evidence of it. 

“What is this, Meera? Why are your marks so bad? Mithu has scored better than you.” Krishna asked Meera while Mithu was throwing daggers on his friend through his eyes.

“Krish!” She could not look up at him. How would she say that she looked at him all the time and failed to look at her papers in the exam hall?

“Is everything alright in your home? Is something disturbing you?” He asked her for which she mentally held her head. 

“No, I am fine.”

“Are you sick?” He asked her, feeling her forehead, but he withdrew his hand suddenly as he realized that he was in a school corridor. The little contact made him realize he had gone overboard. He felt guilty.

“I… I am fine.” Meera felt like her head spun at his contact. With the guilty feeling along came a little unknown feeling, Krishna went away with Mithu, but Mithu understood what was wrong with her. He has seen her looking at him at times, but now her gaze is all set on Krishna.

Slowly, Meera started drifting away. She could not meet Krishna's eyes. She could not talk to him easily like she once did. She could not be around him without her heart thumping loud. She could not concentrate on anything. When Krishna worried for her, Mithu read her right. He waited for the right time to tell his friend about Meera.

***

“Ennanga!” Krishna came back to the present at her call. He looked at her with no emotion whatsoever on his face. She could not face him but was worried that he might get sick if he slept outside in the foggy night.

“Um… it is very cold here. Come inside and sleep.” Damayanthi called him, swallowing all the emotions that tried to break her.

“You go and sleep. And I am sorry!” He said to her, still looking dead in her eyes. His sorry did hurt her. She hid it behind her eyelids in a fraction of a second, but he had an eagle eye!

“It… it’s ok. Please, it is already 12.30, come in and sleep. I promise I will not tell anything to athai.” She said with her hand pinching her throat. He tried hard to swallow that smile that threatened him at the irrelevant timing. 

Don't know what he thought, but he walked in with her. She stood near the bed, not knowing where to sleep. He walked past her to the sitting area in his room. He pulled out the cushions and flipped the couch that made it into a bed. Dammu looked at it with her mouth wide open. 

“This is a daybed sofa. It will be comfortable for you.” He told her and walked to the cupboard on the wall. He pulled out a blanket and a pillow and gave them to her. “Good night!” He told her and walked to his bed. He did not want to scare her in the night. He often wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares. Sometimes, he would even scream. But today, the crushed flowers from her hair, the dried milk on the sheets, and her eccentric smell on him made his night a sleepless one. But she fell asleep on the very comfortable cushioned bed.