Crushed Chimere

19. Ferris wheel of emotions (1)

I am pretty confident, I mean how hard can this be?

As I Throw the ring towards the ring, I see it-

Not so perfectly landing onto the bottle.

My jaws clench as I see Arhaan giving a high five to Aadish as they celebrate his point.

Umm, my foot slipped a little at the end I was not prepared.

"Don't get so ahead of yourself, there are still four tries left." Rolling my eyes I turn back towards the counter as I see Arhaan throwing another ring which lands perfectly onto the bottle.

Again.

Excited cheers erupts from Aadish as Arhaan lifts him up.

He just got lucky again. Yeah.

"you got lucky again with that move, but don't get to comfortable."

"Is that so?" he asks me, raising his brows.

I pick another ring to throw onto the bottle.

This time more careful.

As I throw the ring lands onto the bottle but soon after slides off and lands on the ground.

WHAT? That's clearly cheating. It landed on the bottle, it's not my fault that the bottle was to slippery.

My shoulders slumps as I hear Arhaan and Aadish’s cheers.

As I turn to look at them, Arhaan’s mouth is curved up in a smile his dimple prominently visible now.

But it soon fades as his eyes observes my face. His eyes softens before he turns to throw his ring.

Well, now he is pitying me.

But this time when he throws the ring it doesn’t even land in the right direction, it was like he purposely threw it the different way.

“What happened, did you purposely threw it in the wrong direction?”

“Now why would I do that trésor?” he joked.

“I don’t know, maybe because you are pitying me?” squinting my brows I question him.

“My foot just slipped a bit, it’s not that I would purposely lose this game for you.”

“Whatever”

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Soon after the game ended, nobody won because apparently Arhaan ‘missed’ both of his last shots. 

Aadish went with Dhruv play another game which leaves me and Arhaan alone.

We are in front of some shooting the balloon game where we have to shoot all the bottles hanging on the wall in front of us.

I honestly have no interest left after losing that previous game. I mean nobody won but still.

Arhaan takes  the gun from the shopkeeper and aims at the target. His grip exudes an air of confidence, his every movement calculated like he has done this many times before.

His fingers caresses the trigger. Fucking caresses it like it’s some kind of child’s play.
And then suddenly sounds of five gunshots reverberates through the air. As I looked at the wall my mouth flies open.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

He shot 5 bullets in five bottles at the same time.

As I turn to look at him a little surprised , I see his eyes reflecting a mix of satisfaction and tranquillity, probably because he knows that he has once again conquered an arduous task.