Piya burst out laughing at Misha’s brutal comment.
Misha kick-started the bike, revved the engine, and sped off down the road.
“Hey! I’ll see you at the party tonight!” Kabir shouted from behind them.
“Do whatever you want, loser!” Misha yelled back over her shoulder, her voice fading into the roar of the engine as the two girls disappeared down the street.
Now left behind, Kabir slowly turned around and locked eyes with T, who was still leaning heavily on her friends.
“Kabir…” T started, batting her eyelashes, thinking she finally had him all to herself.
But before she could utter a single word more, Kabir’s eyes darted around in absolute panic.
“Actually—my professor is calling me! I have to go! Catch you later!” he blurted out, instantly sprinting away in the exact opposite direction as fast as his legs could carry him.
“Kabir!” T screamed furiously, trying to chase after him.
She managed to hop two or three awkward steps on her one good leg before groaning in frustration and giving up.
The moment Kabir was safely out of sight, T instantly dropped her limping act and stood firmly on both feet without any trouble at all.
Her two sidekicks gasped, running up to her in complete shock.
“Oh my god, T! Your leg is completely healed now?!”
“When was it ever broken?” T sneered, scoffing.
“I was just doing that to get Kabir’s attention. But it doesn’t matter,” she added, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a sharp flip.
“If I don’t blow Kabir’s mind at the party tonight, my name isn’t T!”
One of her friends scratched her head, looking utterly confused.
“But… isn’t your name actually Tina, not T?”
T glared at her with pure annoyance.
“Oh, shut up, you duffer!”
As they rode on the bike toward Misha’s house, Misha called out over the roaring engine to the girl sitting behind her.
“Piya, please stay away from that Kabir! He is so clingy. He literally chases after every single girl he sees. Please, do not mistake his nonsense for true love or anything serious!” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Piya smiled warmly from the back seat, leaning in a little so Misha could hear her.
“Don’t worry, Misha. I know he is just flirting with me.”
“But honestly,” Misha shouted over her shoulder, a hint of amusement in her voice, “I can’t even completely blame Kabir! I mean, if I were a guy, I would probably do the exact same thing.”
Piya laughed, holding onto Misha’s shoulders.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you have any idea what’s been going on?” Misha asked, shaking her head.
“Ever since you stepped foot on campus, practically every single guy in college has come up to me asking about you. Half of them have even been begging me for your phone number!”
“Oh, please, Misha,” Piya laughed, shaking her head playfully as the bike cruised down the street.
Meanwhile, at Misha’s house, her mother was deeply absorbed in her artwork.
She had short brown hair, striking, bold eyes, and was dressed casually in jeans and a simple top, with a stylish scarf draped elegantly around her neck.
She pointed her brush at the canvas, proudly explaining her vision to the house servant.
“See? This red here… that is the color of love. And this green perfectly captures the essence of nature.”
Suddenly, her eyes locked onto a tiny, furry intruder wandering across the floor—a puppy.
She slowly stood up, stared at the little creature, and scooped it into her arms.
“Panchi!
“Panchi!”” she yelled toward the upper floor.
A young girl came rushing down the stairs.
She was dressed stylishly in jeans and a trendy off-the-shoulder top.
“Mom! I’m coming,” Panchi called out.
“Tell me, what happened?”
Then, Panchi’s eyes landed on the puppy in her mother’s hands.
She slowly looked up and met her mom’s absolutely furious glare.
“Actually, Mom…” Panchi mumbled, nervously taking the puppy from her mother’s grip.
“I actually saw him outside the house, so…”
“Oh, Panchi! Because of these exact antics of yours, we already have ‘”39 pets”‘ in this house!
Every single time, you pick them up from somewhere or the other and bring them home.
But not this time.
I am absolutely not letting one more puppy into this house!”
“But Mom, please! Please, just look at him!” Panchi pleaded, hugging the puppy close to her chest.
“Look how innocent and tiny the poor thing is! Just imagine him all alone on the dangerous streets, and a speeding car comes and—no, no!” Panchi gasped dramatically, laying on the emotional blackmail as thick as possible.
“But Panchi—” her mom tried to argue, rubbing her temples.
Before she could finish her sentence, a loud, familiar voice echoed from the front doorway.
“Mom!” Misha called out, stepping into the house with Piya right behind her.
“Look who’s here!”
“Misha, who is this?” her mother asked, setting down her paintbrush and looking over at the visitor with a curious, warm smile.
“Mom, this is Piya,” Misha announced proudly, throwing an arm around Piya’s shoulders.
“She’s my classmate… and now my best friend!”
Piya stepped forward politely.
“Hello, aunty. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“Oh, welcome, dear! It’s so lovely to meet you,” her mother replied, instantly offering a welcoming smile.
Misha then turned Piya toward the rest of the room.
“Piya, meet my mom… and that over there is my elder sister, Panchi.”
Panchi, still clutching the little puppy tightly in her arms, gave Piya a warm, friendly wave.
“Hey, Piya! Welcome to our completely chaotic house.”