Jeya and Hamza had turned their fights into a daily ritual. No matter what the topic was, they had to disagree.
"You sound like a conspiracy theorist," Hamza texted in the GC after Jeya made a random statement.
"And you sound like a broken microwave—loud and useless."
Disha sighed. "I swear, if you two were in the same room, I'd need a fire extinguisher."
Sundas, ever the peaceful one, sent a message: "Guys, stop fighting. Spread love, not war."
Hamza: "Tell that to your bestie. She's the one who starts it."
Jeya: "Excuse me? YOU start it."
Disha facepalmed. "I give up."
And so, the chaos continued.
But somewhere in between the insults and sarcasm, something else was starting to form—something neither Jeya nor Hamza were ready to admit.
To be continued...