❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞
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Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a l...
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Author's POV-
Kanpur was unusually quiet that night. Or as so it seemed.
It was the kind that made the sky look moody and made Arjun's thoughts even messier than his hair.
He sat by the window of his childhood bedroom, scrolling through their old chats.
His thumb hovered over Mira's name, but he didn't press. Not yet.
He'd told her everything.
Every stupid thing he ate. Every new training drill. Even when he pulled a hamstring that one time because he tried copying Hardik Pandya's celebration.
She knew everything. Except this one thing.
That they'd met before. That their first conversation wasn't through a text that was meant for his mom.
She hadn't responded to any of his messages since the truth slipped out.
And by "slipped," he meant crashed and burned.
He didn't even mean to hide it. Not really. But the more time passed, the harder it got to tell her that he remembered her—from before the awkward first text, before the growing friendship, before he knew that she'd be the meme-quoting, samosa-loving chaos his quiet life didn't know it needed.
And now, the silence was killing him.
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Arjun's POV-
I messed up.
I've done press conferences. Batted in front of screaming crowds. Taken bouncers to the ribs without flinching. But the thought of Mira not talking to me?
