Thou art flame, my love!#CTA2017

8. Do you want to know a secret

⭐️Apologies in advance. Chapter is grossly unedited.⭐️

Kaleidoscope of memoirs: Hold me, secret agent
"Mind if I sit here?" Sanskar slumped in the front stairs of almost deserted library premise Swara had been waiting for her ride.

"As if you won't if I say so." She rolled her eyes. "Some people never change."

"Correct. I choose to be deaf, partner." He dragged himself closer, sat right beside her. "Speaking of partnership, you're getting us a new trophy, right?"

Sanskar, the college rockstar had won quite a number of trophies since his freshman year with duet being the exception. That event left him sorely defeated in previous inter college contests, thanks but no thanks to his co-singers who were not even close match to him. This year he got lucky, for Swara was no less than Goddess of chords, be they vocal chords of humming or guitar on strumming.

"Sure." She that was beaming, lingering a heavenly halo. "Take it as a compensation for the losing best performer trophy. That will be mine. Chocolate?"

"You underestimate my hidden talents, sweetie." Sanskar lowered his head and grabbed the chocolate, fingers kissing fingers. Eyes bored into eyes. "No way I'll go easy on you, I love that trophy almost as I love yo... I mean your voice."

Swara got up at once, cheeks in flames. Argh! This flirt! What would she do with him?

Damn his loose tongue! His sane, intelligent part berated. That petulant heart should know better than rolling out of his tongue. Hadn't she just started to open up? Nah, it was way too early for that glorious L word. Neither he could bear her making fun of him, nor he could get rejection and lose their friendship even before blooming into something more.

Do some damage control, Sunny boy.

He summoned his secret warriors to defense. Agent Cocky Maheshwari. Agent Flirty Maheshwari."No way you can beat me. You get that, right?"

Ah! A challenge! Eyes sparked in thrill, Swara leaned over and patted his cheek. "Don't worry, I'd let you hold my trophy for awhile, Senior. Now if you let me."

But Agent Flirty had different plan. A sudden tug on her wrist, she twirled and landed straight on his spread legs. With her came down, in pitter patter, the first drizzles of the monsoon.

Her palms grabbed his shoulder in search for support, her face smashed against his chest. He moved afar a little, back rested against a pillar, smiled inwardly as his gaze fell on her, eyes of honey casted downwards, all flustered and jumpy.

"Don't get any wrong ideas, Shona. I'll be damned if I let my partner to catch cold." He cocked his head and shrugged.

Someone cleared his throat from behind. "Ahem. I can see you've taken your responsibility rather seriously, right Sunny beta?"

Mar gaye! There stood Rishabh Singhania, arms crossed against his chest, his dubious gaze fixed upon two thieves caught in act. Sanskar let her go as if he were electrocuted. His face fell though, that chit of a heartless girl ditched him for daddy dearest rather happily, not before pitching a no hitter.

"Goodbye, Sanskar... Oops, Sorry.What I meant to say... Bye, Sunny."

There, the thief was caught red handed.

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"I think I mentioned something about shooting that day. Right Sunny?"

Genetics was a cruel bitch. Both daddy and daughter could kill just by their cryptic, wicked smile. Rishabh Singhania as a father was one of a kind. Sanskar could not but thought an apt nickname for him, SCS, aka Sasur cum Saala as he recalled papa Singhania's incredulous wink and naughty streak.