Unfinished conversations
Author's pov-
Divya sat on the bench long after purv had left, her thoughts were mess. His words echoed in her mind-stay away from Aryan. Do whatever you want, but don't come running to me when you get hurt.
Why did he care? Or did he? His arrogance was infuriating, but something about the way he had spoken unsettled her.
Kaashi appeared beside her, handing her a bottle of water. "So? What did he say?"
Divya took a sip before answering. "He warned me about Aryan."
Kaashi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Interesting."
"Not really. He was just being his usual cold, bossy self."
Kaashi smirked. "And yet, you're still thinking about it."
Divya groaned. "I hate you."
Kaashi laughed. "You love me. Now, let's go. We have an early class tomorrow."
As they went back to there house, Divya couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling in her chest.
The next morning, college was buzzing with energy. The fresher's party had made it's impact, and students were still gossiping about who wore what and who was seen with whom.
Divya was walking down the hallway when Aryan suddenly appeared beside her.
"Morning, beautiful." His voice was smooth, too confident.
Divya forced a polite smile. "Morning."
"So, about that coffee date-"
Before he could finish, a presence loomed nearby.
Purv.
He was standing just a few feet away, his gaze locked onto Aryan with an expression so unreadable it sent a chill down Divya's spine.
Aryan noticed too. His smirk faltered for just a second before he regained his confidence.
"Something wrong, Rathore?" Aryan taunted.
Purv didn't reply. He didn't need to. The tension was thick enough to be felt by everyone in the hallway.
Divya sighed, stepping away. "I'll see you later, Aryan."
She didn't wait for his response. She didn't dare to look back at purv either.
But she could feel it-his gaze burning into her back as she walked away.
Later that day, Divya found herself in the library, needing a break from the drama. The quite space was a welcome relief. She picked a random book, not really paying attention to the title, and sat in the farthest corner.
Minutes passed, and just as she was beginning to lose herself in the pages, a chair scraped against the floor beside her.
She looked up-only to find purv sitting down next to her.
Her heart skipped a bit.
"Do you always follow people around?" She asked, trying to sound casual.
Purv ignored her question. Instead he leaned back in his chair and said, "I wasn't joking about Aryan."
Divya sighed. "And I wasn't joking when I said I can handle myself."
Purv's jaw tensed. "I don't think you get it."
Divya put her book down. "Then make me understand."
For a moment, he was silent. Then, in a lower voice than usual, he said, "He doesn't take no for an answer."
A shiver ran down Divya's spine.
She wanted to ask more, but before she could, purv stood up.
"I warned you," he said before walking away.
Divya stared after him, her heart pounding.
Something about the way he had spoken told her that this was far from over.