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Assignments, assignments and assignments. I wanted to finish it all before Ayan came back. That made me work like an ox. Meals skipped, eyes glued on books and battery drained from laptop. I never studies this hard, even on my examination days. Sometimes lost, sometimes exhausted, sometimes frustated and sometimes damaged. The reason was not the books and syllabus but Ayan, the ink of love story.

A week later as I was shuffling my phone log , I saw the name "ayan bestie". Oh no, i missed his one precious call 2 days before. At once I checked my inbox. Yes, he message me 2 days before, "returning back from Bengaluru. Do you want me to bring anything for you?".

Should i reply now? What should i ask for? He must have departed from the city. I decided not to reply. I had many reasons to do so. First, i didn't know what to ask for. Second he would consider me greedy for gifts. Third, he may make fun of me for being foolish to call after so long of his departure. Fourth he may catechize me for not picking up the call. Fifth he must have forgot about it till now. In love, phycology and feeling are lethal combination.

"Love is blind but you don't be." I followed the mantra. I was cautios towards every step of my love story. I wanted to write my story myself but somewhere someone sitting high up on his throne in sky was keenly observing me.
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*So ayan is returning. Will he be safe?*
Sorry, dear readers, for such short extract. Nevertheless, i know you all won't abandon me. Thank you.