Pretty lies ||✔

~𝚌𝚑𝚑𝚊𝚑~

"I don't like such jokes!"

"I don't like you!" Annika narrowed her eyes pressing her nose against him. Shivaay flared up in outrage. How did she declare openly that he was asexual?

"You ruined my reputation." He snarled.

"Yeah. The reputation of-" Shivaay looked with expecting decent answers from her.

Now his 'on and off' friend.

"-reputation of a jackass. The reputation of a mute yet, but the handsome boy who doesn't speak." She laughed whilst blowing air on raw nails.

"Hey, I'm not mute!" He protested. "I very well speak. It's that I hate being around people."

"You do." Flipping her brown hair over her shoulder, she began. "Tell me one thing."

"What?"

"What kind of wife or girlfriend do you want?"

"Me?" He looked confused about it. But then he started when she nodded her head in affirmative. "Well, I haven't noticed that yet. I mean I am still young and have a career to look after. Why do you ask for? Tell me how you wished for your prince charming."

"Prince Charming my foot!" Shivaay shuttered as she stomped her good against the ground. "I'm looking for the next Kabir Singh, not Aditya Kashyap. Hard and messy. I love those."

His soul faded slowly. Something was happening.

"You like anyone?" His heart thumped hard and was about to jump out of his ribcage asking about this.

"Actually..... I like bhaiya's friend."

And that was the end of his forbearance.

"Who?"

"You!" He gaped without blinking his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Just joking. I will notify you later. Someday." Pretty lie.

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