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4-calm before storm


Shrisha was a nice welcome to the gang of three. Yuuki and Sacar had someone to talk to besides each other since Aryan was a silent killer of the group. He had a hell lot of things to say but instead of saying them, he wrote them into his poems and updated them on his blog which had a few followers. One was Yuuki and another was a follower named Halo. There was another one follower who always made quirky comments and made a satire of his poetries. His name was Mantox kingdragon.
It was a dark night. He was running away from something in a dark ally. He could see the light not so far away but he couldn’t reach it. He sensed a dark vibe coming from behind him. It was getting closer by the minute and he was running away. He then saw a female with black leather jacket, green t-shirt, blue jeans and black sandal reaching out to him. He grabbed on to those hands and that girl turned towards him. It was Shrisha. As soon as he saw her face the hand disappeared and vanished. he was being pulled back and he was being pulled downwards.
*ring* *ring* he wakes up to hi alarm. ‘What the hell was that dream? Why did I see her face? What am I running away from?’ he changes and gets ready to go to his college. It so happens that he had begun to fall for Shrisha. It had been a month since she had a breakup with Eric and was recovering from her heartbreak in a good pace.  “Happy birthday to you. ” he receives a text as soon as he gets outside his house. It was from Shrisha. ‘she remembered my birthday? Wow!’ as he was turning towards the door to lock it up somebody came up from behind and gave him a tight hug. ‘what the hell are you doing dummy? Oi aho leave me.” “I’m not her! dummy” was the reply from behind. ‘not her? Who the hell else might it be?’ as he forcefully removed the hugger from his body and turned he got a shock. It was Shrisha.
“how the hell did you find my house?” “Yuuki! Anyway happy birthday aho.” “do you even know what it means?” “nope bust since you and Yuuki use it it often it  prolly means something good” Aryan laughs to how naïve she could be. “it means moron” “oh!” and she turns and starts to walk. After she walks some distance she looks back at him “you ain’t coming?” Aryan shakes his head and follows Shrisha. It so happens that she had reached in front of his house an hour before and had been waiting for him to come out. Why would she put that much effort? It was simple. Over the past month she had slowly begun to get attached with Yuuki and Aryan emotionally. Aryan filled the void that Eric had left in her heart.
Sacar on the other hand had a habit of flirting with everyone besides Yuuki and he flirted with Shrisha too. It kinda repelled Shrisha away from him but he didn’t care. He was a happy-go-lucky guy in the group. He was the one who lightened the mood whenever it got too serious and every group needs that kinda guy. And it so happens that Sacar, Shrisha and Aryan were talking in the college that day during their lunch break. A call to Shrisha. It was from Eric. She got shocked and started shaking.

-Yakaa: Jujaan
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