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Have you ever heard of a Literature student dealing with guns and criminals? Probably only in Shakespearean art, but now we are in...
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I loved writing this chapter; fact i had written it way before.. i guess when I had just posted the chapter 2 so, i really hope you all like it.
this chapter is again a long one, oooof!!
Also, as promised. chapter 19, here it.
but.. there's a twist with that too.
DO TELL ME HOW FELT ABOUT THE CHAPTER
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I reach the medical room following Shaan, wanting to thank him for the gesture he did by shielding me from the glass etched rubber ball.
After Shaan had come in front of me, some professor spotted us and on telling them the truth about today's happenings the Devils were taken to the principal.
"I saw you got hurt?" I ask him when I notice him with a first aid box. I shouldn't make a big deal out of it but Shaan Khurana without his shirt is altogether a different deal.
I should focus on helping him rather than gawking at his bare torso.
"You should have knocked," he promptly mumbles as he tries wearing his shirt back but stops, flinching.
My gaze falls over the fresh wound on his upper shoulder from which blood is still oozing out.
"You have a severe cut on your shoulder," I speak my thoughts while he tries to examine the injury turning his head to the left.
"Wait."
I stride towards him and stop right in front of him, my eyes precisely on his shoulders. I didn't dare to look at his face or his muscled torso because then I would not be able to stop myself from darting questions at him about his normal choice of clothes. Especially after he had made it thoroughly clear about how he found me and my questions irritating.
'Your questions are irritating.'
Dumbo.
I will strictly stick to my case related questions when the time comes and I am pretty confident that asking him about his abs aren't case related.
Why does this person always wear an oversized hoodie, then?
I take the box of first aid which is placed near the medical bed and remove a fresh ball of cotton and the liquid antiseptic.
