Pov: kitty
The last week of the semester always hits different —
It's not just exams.
It's the "goodbye-for-now" season too.
And this time, it was me.
Just one week left before I'd pack my bags and head home.
The doctor said it was a mild infection from the food — nothing serious. But the tiredness? It wasn't just from the fever. It was… everything.
Max had been quieter lately.
Rithul was suddenly famous for the wrong reasons.
Ren started acting like Max was her sworn enemy.
And Ram…
Well, he looked like he had a hundred storms running in his mind.
I didn't like it.
So, I decided to do something before I left.
I wanted peace. Even if it meant stirring the pot for a moment.
Break time. Senior block.
I marched into their class like a scene out of a high school drama.
Heads turned. Whistles. Teasing.
Someone even shouted, "Oii Rithul! Your girl's here!"
I rolled my eyes.
Rithul stood up, surprised and… maybe a little nervous.
"Can we talk?" I said. My voice was steady, but my heart? Running a full marathon.
He nodded, following me out.
"I don't know what game you think you're playing, but Max doesn't deserve to be in this mess," I started.
He blinked. "I didn't mean to mess anything—"
"She's already going through things. She's not interested in you. And don't you dare spread things that make people assume otherwise."
Rithul sighed, finally serious. "I didn't spread anything, Kitty. People assumed. I just didn't correct them. And yes, I like her. Genuinely. But if she's not interested, I'll wait. That's on me."
I stared at him.
He didn't sound like he was lying.
But he didn't sound like he was backing off either.
"Don't wait forever," I said. "She's not just another girl to crush on."
He smiled a little. "I know."
From the side, I saw Ram standing near the corridor — watching us.
Expression unreadable. As always.
He didn't speak.
But I saw it in his eyes.
That flicker of relief when he heard Max had said she wasn't interested.
I saw something else, too — worry.
Like he was silently asking himself…
"Did I break her for good?"
Author's pov:
Love's not a game. But in this story…
Everyone's already playing,
Whether they like it or not.
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