As the vibrant lights of the Indian Premier League stadium flickered to life, a palpable buzz filled the air, signaling the beginning of a new season of cricketing spectacle. Amidst the electrifying atmosphere, three friends found themselves drawn i...
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8. Matches.
I sat at the café, nervously tapping my fingers on the table, I couldn't shake the awkwardness that had settled between Gayatri and me since that unexpected kiss.
When she finally arrived, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Gayatri, there's something we need to talk about," I began, my voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.
She settled into the chair opposite me, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What is it, Shreyas?" she asked, her gaze searching mine.
I hesitated for a moment, gathering my thoughts before plunging into the heart of the matter. "It's about the kiss," I confessed, my words hanging in the air between us.
Her eyes widened slightly, and I could sense her tension mounting. "What about it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express myself. "I need to know what that kiss meant to you," I said earnestly, locking eyes with her, hoping for clarity in her response.
"I..." she began, her voice wavering slightly as she searched for the right words. "I've admired you for a long time, Shreyas. You're my celebrity crush," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
I felt a pang of guilt wash over me. Here was someone who looked up to me, someone who had placed me on a pedestal, only to have that image shattered by a moment of impulsive intimacy.
"G-Gayatri, I..." I stuttered, struggling to find the right response. I wanted to reassure her, to ease her embarrassment, but I didn't want to lead her on either.
Before I could formulate a coherent reply, she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I understand if you don't feel the same way. I just needed you to know," she said, her voice tinged with resignation.
Gayatri took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "Shreyas, I need you to know that the kiss meant a lot to me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
