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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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If your brain, took you to some *different* corners with the title, its's your brain not mine ;-)
Nonetheless, there are some questions I'll have to ask at the end of this chapter..
also, I have realised that I loved the comment section in the last chapter discussing about heights..I guess, I'll continue these type of questions- Ah! they are interesting♥️
For today, What is the one 'physical' quality of fictional (or real even; but my life only has tons of fictional boys in it so) character (male) you drool/swoon over?
Ah! I need tattoos.
So, ;-)
Finally. it's Ishaan's point of view..phew!!
━━━━ ♛ ━━━━ ISHAAN ━━━━♛━━━━
I stare at the ceiling aimlessly.
I haven't slept even for a single second the entire night. The thoughts, the theories, the guilt, the anger..fucking damn every emotion I had felt and experienced last night.
"You are awake." Nikhil's voice breaks me out of my trance as I look at him sitting on his bed surfing through his phone.
Checking for emails, again.
I nod my head and he sighs probably finding no reply from the firm, he had hoped for.
I sit up too, raking a hand through my bed hair which I loath and then through my thick rough beard.
"You should shave, bro." He advises for the nth time. I have lost count, honestly. Every day he tells me to shave, to get a haircut, to groom myself a little better and to fucking drop the shy behaviour.
Little does he know.
"I like it."
Yeah right.
How much ever I am tempted to get rid of the unruly hair on my face, I have to keep it. I, for once very well know-how grew up and mature I look without this hairy mask.
