Hi everyone, I'm back with a concept which I really hope you people like. It is inspired from true events, although I've taken the liberty to mould them the way I imagine them to be used in this story. I have the whole story mapped out in my head but I would like to know if I should continue from you people.
Here's the prologue.
Enjoy!
"Hahahaha
I'm sure, by the end of our bachelors , you'll be committed to NK"
Arnav guffawed loudly,
followed by a hi five with lavanya.
"Oh
shut up, don't you have anything else to talk about, idiot? pehle semester se
mera aur Nk ka scene on kara rahe ho, give up already!"
I replied with a smile
stretched across my face.
"Oh
you're blushing now, loser! Hahaha, perfect couple, khushi and Nk, Nk and
khushi, I can bet, one more year and you'll be having a full fledged affair
with Nk, boy!"
Yes, I was his boy too,
you know, what with me being the coolest girl in our whole group, the boys
considered me their boy only.
I laughed loudly at
arnav's declaration and taking advantage of the situation, he snatched my
notebook from under my hand on the table and started writing something on the
cover, I ignored him and resumed my conversation about a cute senior with
lavanya .
This was arnav's favourite
time-pass, i.e. annoying me, but I knew better than to be annoyed, we were each
others first friends in university, and had now known each other for over two
years. He was annoying, yet so adorable, it was absolutely impossible to hold a
grudge against him. Arnav actually enjoyed annoying anyone and everyone, the
difference with me was, I never got offended (oh you have no idea how offended
people could get at his teasing, arnav could hit those nerves, touch those
boundaries to people's tolerance limits, only so well). Our equation (mine and
arnav's) was weird, we weren't constantly talking to each other, nor did we hang
out together all the time, but we had our own secrets, just between the two of
us, our fair share of embarrassing stories, our own combined hatred towards
some losers we didn't like. He'd been there for me when I needed someone to
talk to without having the fear of being judged, and I'd been there for him
when he'd almost had his ass kicked out of the institute and couldn't gather
the courage to tell his parents about the Under Taking they'd have to sign. But
the main reason we were such good friends was because we both shared the same
ideologies, the same way of thinking, understood each others outlooks to life,
understood each others limits and respected them, we both hated hypocrites and
the day we realized that about each other we became best buddies, well sort of,
in a twisted way sort of.
"Here
you go boy!"
He exclaimed, dropping the
notebook in my hands. Instantly, my jaw dropped down in shock, and then
composing myself, I started beating that moron with the same notebook, while he
continued to guffaw like the monkey he was.
Written on the cover of my
notebook in big letters was,
"Khushi
Nandkishore <3".
Little did this moron
know, that he was my moron in my heart, he was my idiot for me, he was my annoyance
machine, that I was in love with him, I was in love with
my friend or rather best friend, sort of, kind of, in a twisted way sort of.
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A/N: Let me know if you like it, only then I will continue.
P.s: Please like if you like it! And comments would be the cherry on top π
This is solely my own work, please do not copy or share anywhere without my permission.
Love,
Edited by sonia_92 - 9 years ago
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