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The jerk's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me she's our classmate."
My eyes mirrored his shock. "Wait, what? He's our classmate?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.
Aleena nodded. "Yes, he's Avyaan Parekh."
I couldn't believe it.
"Well, well, well," Avyaan said, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other, NI-TI-KA"
I rolled my eyes, my mind racing with witty comebacks. But before I could respond, Aleena intervened.
"Okay, let's not make a scene here. We have classes to attend"
I nodded, grateful for the rescue. As we walked away, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Avyaan. He was still smirking, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
I made a sign with my hand, like I was going to punch him, and raised an eyebrow in a threatening gesture.
Avyaan just smiled lazily and twisted his finger near his forehead, like he was screwing an invisible light bulb. The universal sign for "you're crazy".
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[Completed]A Tale Of An Indian Wattpad Writer
#99 in Romance on 15 April 2016 #6 in Chicklit on 3rd May 2016 Changed Genre to Chicklit on 22 April 2016 Story is in English "Can I ask you something?" I broke the eternal silence that was between us. "What is it?" He asked "Why were you so angry at me when we first met?" I asked remembering that moment. Time passed but he didn't reply. "Arnav?" I asked softly. He looked up and stared into my eyes "I guess some things are hard to explain." -------------- I never noticed when Arnav leaned closer. His warm breath tickling me. I felt his warm lips on my right cheek and that's when my eyes decided to pop up the widest they could and all my blood rushed to my cheeks. -------- How does it feel to be in a developing society with a freedom that comes with its own rules? A tradition to maintain, culture to treasure and your own dreams. What will you choose? From supportive parents, crazy relatives to fall in love, Welcome to Aesha's world in A tale of an Indian Wattpad writer. All rights are reserved. No one is allowed to copy the story or a part of itComplete
"Bro, when are you coming to visit me? I'm so bored." "Oh, am I supposed to visit you? Do we know eachother?" "Do we not?" "Do we?" "Uh." ___________ Avi was in college gym when he got a random message from an unknown number, leaving him wonder about the life of the person behind the screen. Vrishti was stuck up in a situation that left her bored to her wits' end. She tried to connect with her best friend who moved across the country for her college only to mess up her new number. A mistake was all it took for Avi Rathore, the college heartthrob to end up being virtual best friends with Vrishti Singhal, the girl who was a college background (and a total video game freak). But was it just friendship that they had between them? Maybe something else was brewing that was not coffee. Maybe something unforgettable.
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