After that day Ishani always use to see him near her line waiting for dispersal. She use to keep looking at him all the time. And this was not at all missed by Khushi who was standing opposite to Ishani's line.
Everyday she'd go fast to her dispersal line just to see him. She knew she had an attraction towards him.
As always she was hurrying to go down to see him but was stopped by Khushi.
"Aree Chennai express ki tarah kaha jaa rahi h? Sweeping duty nehi karni heh kya?" Khushi asked.
"Nehi mujhe jaldi jana heh line jo banani heh" Ishani replied.
"Line banane jana heh yaa kisiko ghoodne jana heh?" Khushi asked wiggling her eyebrows.
"Kisko ghoodna heh? Kisiko bhi tph nehi." Ishani replied acting as if she doesn't know anything.
"Oh come on I'm your best friend aur mujhe pata heh tu jhooth nehi bol sakti. Chal bata aab kisko dekhti rehti heh tu?" Khushi asked folding her arms in her chest.
"Naam nehi pata uska" Ishani replied fiddling with her fingers.
"Hayee Rabba naam hii nehi pata? Dikhta kesa heh woh." Khushi asked.
"Dikhta toh bohot achaa heh yaar. Tune kabhi notice kiya hoga ek woh hii toh heh jo har waqt mask pehenta rehta heh" Ishani replied blushing.
"Uff stop blushing yaar. Aur jesa tune bola wesa toh sirf ek banda heh jo hamara junior heh." Khushi replied shockingly.
"Mein nehi kar rahi blush. Wese konsi class ka heh woh?" Ishani asked frowning.
"Humse ek class kam. Matlab 7th ka heh." Khushi replied.
"Toh kya hua? Pyaar meh umaar koi nehi dekhta." Ishani replied and went running to the assembly yard. Gosh she can't wait to see him.
"Did she just say pyaar?" Khushi asked herself and shaking her head she too followed behind Ishani.
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Katherine🤎
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