RED ♥️

18

Flashback

Khushi you believe it or not as much as you think or say , you both are just friends, I don't believe you
ASR loves you
He doesn't see you as just a friend
I myself has seen him flirting with you

"It's nothing serious it's healthy flirting ", Khushi replied instantly

Khushi you are an idiot,the guy who didn't even talked to girls is flirting with you

You are blind

ASR is not the type of guy who flirts Khushi,l have known him for years now we were in same school maybe Different classes but I did noticed him ,let me tell you the truth even I asked him out
Seeing her eyes widened,
Obviously he denied

But my point is Khushi he loves you he doesn't see you as a friend only

He never talked with girls unless it's work related

The guy leave in his own world

Many girls here want to have him

Do you see luv there,do you have any idea why she hates you
Because ASR choose you over her or anyone else
She loves him
But he loves you
He is a really nice guy Khushi

Don't be stupid and let him get away

Khushi looked at her friend ,she saw Arnav practicing for his next match

Giving a small smile in her direction he went back to practice

"We are just friends Michelle!!!
"Nothing more nothing less "

Flashback ends

This was not the only time people comment on their relationship
Everyone still thinks they are dating

Arnav asusual ignored it but for her it is not as simple as it is for him

He flirts with her more and more now his words held double meaning"

Another flashback when Khushi was missing her mother and she didn't attend college

Flashback

"I'm sorry about your loss." The words escaped from his mouth too quickly, before she even had the time to think. Khushi flinched at the abrupt mention of her mother and the momentarily forgotten pain returned to the chambers of her heart.

"But you'll move on. I will be with you. I'll help you get through the tough times."

Khushi looked down and studied her now trembling hands, clasping them together to hide her weakness. She was tired, exhausted from it all, but the last thing she needed was for the people who still cared about her to worry.

Nodding, she refused to lift her eyes and meet the pair of saddened and concerned eyes that were demanding her attention. Her sharp ears picked up the quiet squeak made by the bed as Arnav shifted his weight.

Arnav rose from his seat and approached within a few steps of Khushi. The soft rustling of the fabrics sounded very soft and pleasant to her ears. She felt a hand rest on her shaking shoulder, a firm grip that held her in place before she shattered, fell apart.

To lighten the mood a bit, Arnav spotted her diary and her guitar that was lying temporarily forgotten on the desk. "You sing really good Khushi and you write beautiful. I always knew you could write well, but gosh, this is just too good to be passed off as a twenty-year-old's writting. If I saw it somewhere else, I would probably think it had been done by a professional."