|Chapter 17

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✎𝙰𝚔𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝙿𝙾𝚅

◦ Flashback ◦


"Mumma I am hungry! What's there for breakfast today?", I yawned not so graciously as I felt the slap on my head.

"Don't eat another mosquito, idiot. I have placed some on the table as your useless body can't boil water", she scolded. I blinked to register why she was in so much hurry as if she is going to be late for Shrek's wedding.

Like damn woman he might have had kids when you reach anyways.

I rolled my eyes while tying my messy hair in a bun by grabbing the pencil that carelessly was lying on the teapye and then poured myself some fruit loops and milk as apparently she didn't cook any thing. Not even boil water...

As I stuffed some sweet rings and a drop of milk drippled through the end of my lips, I saw Aadrik stand in all glory with eyebrows raised looking at me. Nothing new....

Wait!?

You said Aadrik? Aadrik Agnihotri?

Aadrik Agnihotri, the biggest asshole.

Aadrik Agnihotri, the biggest asshole with an even massive ego and sadistic vandalizing mind?

Holy moly, my ass is in fruity lolly! What the fuck is he doing here?

"What's up, loser?", he chewed on his gum while pulling a chair to get seated in front of me.

 "Blind enough to check yourself?", I asked pointing at the ceiling in a bored tone.

"Who lit your tampon on fire early in the morning, Princess?", he mimicked a high pitch voice that can crawl into your raging veins to set the whole microwave on fire, well its already hot so it won't take much time.

"Your sorry ass", I mumbled without looking up at him.

"Never knew nerd would mispronounce words. Its sexy, dear", he cheekily grinned.

"Sexy? That's my Elsa", I pointed at the chihuahua dog that smiled so innocently at us wagging its small tail.



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