They say close bonds always start with a fight, and I always thought that wasn't true—until I met you.
I remember the first day of school. The bus stopped at a random stop, waiting for someone. How can someone be late on the first day? I thought. Days passed, and then came the day we got our roll numbers and were asked to sit accordingly.
I had no idea someone was fuming—mad as hell—because she had to leave her group and sit with some guy she found irritating.
Everything was fine until the exams started. That's when our math teacher decided to make a statement that lit a fire between us: "Ye ladka dega Shreya ko competition."
That was it. If we already didn't talk, now it became a silent battle. Sitting on the same bench, sharing the same space but exchanging zero words—it was weird. And thanks to that one statement, the tension between us only got worse.
Then one day, you scored low. I still remember you sitting there, silent, eyes red, holding back tears. And for the first time, I put the hate aside. I sat next to you, not saying a word—just listening to your silence.
And what did you do? You gave zero fucks and called Yashika to sit beside you instead.
I still hate you for that, bitch.