Yoohoo! It's been about a year since I started this book. So here y'all go. A bonus chapter on the Varsh ship.

Timeline: About a month after Rithvika's father's death.

Ved's POV.:

Those beautiful eyes.

The ones that twinkle when she laughs, glimmers with mischief almost all the time.

The ones that I've drowned in.

The same eyes which had lost a bit of their glimmer ever since her father died.

Rithvika's father's death had come as a shock, and shock would be putting it lightly, to be honest.

After I had found out about how the guys with whom I had a group-study session spiked my drink, I became enraged, especially after remembering how I had behaved with Vicky.

The next day when I woke up with a headache like the entire world was dancing on me, it got even worse when my parents started with the scolding.

I had to convince them that it wasn't me and finally when they let me talk, I explained it all, but still they forbade me from hanging out with those guys alone.

Not like I'm complaining though, since I didn't trust them anymore either.

And that day, when my parents told me about how Vicky and Nikhil had dropped my sorry ass home, I felt ashamed and embarrassed that both Vicky and her boyfriend had to witness that.

Bucking up, I called Vicky only for the call to not be picked up.

I tried again and Nikhil picked up, only to tell me what had happened to Vicky's father and not to ever show any pity-like-feelings towards Vicky later—if at all I talk to her—if I didn't want my ass handed back to me.

And considering I had come in-between their outing, I apologized to him despite my bigass ego and my hate towards him since I owed it to Vicky.

...And my parents. I didn't own a house yet so I think I better did that.

Now it's been a week after I had apologized to Vicky too and I promised to be a good friend as I really didn't want to lose that girl.

Sighing, I gather all the papers in which I had been solving the physics worksheet questions for the past thirty minutes or so and straighten them, going through each page to check if I've completed every problem that was given in the worksheet.

Once I'm sure I've completed all of them, I staple them together before glancing at the substitute teacher who had been flirting with his wife on his phone all along.

Just newlyweds couple goals, I guess.

I ask his permission to go and submit my papers to which he dismisses me with a noncommittal wave before continuing his talk with his wife.

I exit the classroom and head up to the staff-room where my physics teacher was and submit my worksheet answers to her also noticing the fact that mine was one of the first few papers that had been submitted.

I was not someone who had ever cared about being called a nerd. It is what I am and I'm proud of it.

Call me cocky, but people can tease me and call me a nerd all they want but I know that they sure as hell can't score like me.

Except few people, everyone thinks I'm this guy who studies as frequently and continuously as breathing when it actually is not.

Studying what the teacher had taught that day regularly and concentrating on the lectures in the class give me a lot of free time, during which I do all sorts of shit.

From sleeping in to binge-watching or playing video games or reading books or playing some sports.

And my guilty pleasure, a workout session.

I might come off as a person who is least bothered about exercise when it's quite the opposite, like I said, guilty pleasure.

On my way back to my classroom, suddenly finding the urge to pee, I turn towards where I had remembered coming across a boys' restroom.

Or so I thought since I definitely went the wrong way with how I had rounded the corridor I was currently in about three times before finding a fellow male student and finally getting the way.

Once I finish my business in one of the stalls, I wash my hands and dry them on a paper towel when I hear footsteps.

Just when I turn the corner so I can exit the restroom, I crash into a body almost the same height as mine, my eyes shutting close as our foreheads nose and...lips connect.

And the fronts of our bodies, of course.

First thing I usually would have thought is, "Eww, bruh!"

But sue me if unknowingly I think something else.

I gasp a little before quickly pulling away, trying hard to ignore the warm feeling as I steady both of us from falling on to the bathroom floor.

That's when I notice that I had crashed into none other than Vicky's friend, Harsh.

Still standing inches from each other I notice Harsh's eyes flicking between my eyes and my lips, my breath hitching involuntarily as he bites his lower lip, drawing my eyes towards them, tempting me to kiss them.

I banish that thought immediately and make a move to pull away completely but before I can, I'm pulled by the collar of my shirt before Harsh's lips descend on mine, taking me to a state of euphoria.

And I chose to drown in the feeling.

Our lips move to an inaudible symphony of their own as my hands go around Harsh's torso, pulling him towards me and I feel his hands running through my hair, gently pulling at them, making me groan contently.

Harsh's tongue evades my mouth, teasing and sucking, a small moan eluding him that gets me all hot and bothered.

Definitely an unfamiliar feeling.

We pull away from each other breathlessly, hearts beating recklessly as I stare at Harsh's flushed cheeks, swollen lips and mussed-up hair.

Glancing around us, I notice that by the time we were snogging, we had stumbled into a stall.

Then, I remember what in the fucking hell had just happened.

I rip myself away from Harsh, shaking my head as I back away from him, mumbling, "No, I like Vicky, this can't be happening."

Looking up, I think I caught a brief passing of hurt across Harsh's face before his expression turns monotonous making me wonder if I had just imagined that.

Pondering no more, I bolt out of the restroom just as the bell rings, indicating that the period had come to an end.

Despite a small voice in the back of my head which loved the situation that I had just been through, my rational part knows that it was wrong.

I can't like someone but then like kissing their friend, no matter what gender!

My fear only seemed to peak as the small voice kept growing bigger and bigger.

Harsh's POV.:

Ugh, that girl can't take a fucking hint, I think to myself, as I rush to the nearest boys' restroom to hide from what's-her-name's flirting.

I know that I can't blame her relentlessness on her since it was me who didn't tell her about my sexuality but still, can't she at least see that I was definitely not interested in her in the slightest?

She was hot though, I'll give her that.

Letting out a silent breath of relief as I enter the restroom, I walk forwards and crash into a boy who was taller than me but not much.

Our foreheads nose and...lips slam together along with the front of our bodies, making me slightly dizzy from the impact as well as the feeling of the lips that just touched mine.

I hear a gasp as the person quickly pulls away, but places their hands on my shoulders to steady both of us from falling on to the bathroom floor.

That's when I notice that I had crashed into none other than Vicky's ex-crush, Ved.

Still standing inches from each other I notice Ved looking flustered and I'm completely unconscious of my action, except for the fact that my eyes were flicking between his eyes and his kissable lips, making a decision.

A decision about whether to go for a normal kiss or French.

Because, come on! I was already hell-bent on getting another taste of those lips, so the decision was not about whether or not to kiss him.

When I feel like Ved was about to make a move to pull away completely I pull him by the collar of his shirt before crashing my lips to his, the feeling making me want to explode into jellybeans and fart rainbows.

And I chose to drown in the feeling.

Our lips move to an inaudible symphony of their own as Ved's hands go around my torso, pulling me towards him just as my hands run through his hair, earning a groan from him when I tug at it.

I plunge my tongue into his mouth, savoring his taste that makes me let out a small moan.

We pull away from each other breathlessly, hearts beating recklessly as I see Ved staring at me and when I notice his hair sticking up in ever direction possible, I feel a thrill run through me at the thought that I had caused it.

Glancing around us, he seems to be deep in thought before he rips himself away from me.

Shaking his head, he backs away from me, mumbling, "No, I like Vicky, this can't be happening."

That was like a hard slap to my face to bring me to my senses but I'm not going to lie, that kiss was legit and it really hurt that the first thing that comes out of Ved's mouth after what we just shared was about his romantic feelings for someone who wasn't me.

Not like I was expecting him to confess his undying love for me then and there, but still.

I almost felt a bit jealous of Vicky but when I realize that Ved is the one who's still hung up on her, my emotion taking a turn to anger.

Not wanting to show myself being pathetic or vulnerable, I put up a blank face, hoping it hides my inner turmoil.

And when Ved bolts out of the restroom just as the bell rings—indicating the end of the current period—I thump my right fist on my left shoulder in frustration and anger, not even minding the pain that followed.

Since I was too busy nursing the internal pain that was brought by Ved bolting out after kissing me like that.

A/N: Phew, the tension between them! *Fans my face*

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