At touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
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Siddharth's POV:
Finally he took his bloodbath.
I finally killed him.
Vikram Sharma is on his deathbed.
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I entered the club, and there they were in a corner drinking as always.
I strolled to the place where they were standing.
"Arey! Doctor sahab aagaye." said Aditya in his as always annoying voice.
(Doctor's here)
"I'll fucking create a hell on Earth for you if you ever call me that again." Terror qouted my tone.
"Come on we are playing truth or dare."
Truth or dare, what are we in seventh grade?
But before I knew it was my turn.
"Truth or dare?" Shaurya asked me.
Since when these people started doing something against my fucking will?
"I am not playing a seventh grader game." it has just been 5 minutes since I entered and these people are already annoying the fuck out of me.
"Ohk so I dare you to DM a rrandom girl on your social media ." Yakshit said. Pulling his phone from his pocket to find a girl I can message.
Aditya, Shaurya, Yakshit and I are friends ever since I remember. No matter how much they get on my nerves they are like family.
"I sent an ID on the group chat just fucking message her." Shaurya said with a bored expression.
So it's group mission to hook me up with some random Chick on social media
"I don't date or do shit like this." Anger rushed in my veins
"She's hot though" Aditya said
"Then go fuck her"
Aditya glides his phone to my direction.
Annika, her account was private but her profile picture....she looks magnificent.
Although her face is not visible but there is something in the picture that enticed me.
Her ID didn't contain a surname, it's ok we can change that later.
She was wearing a beautiful black dress, fitting her body like a glove, sitting perfectly on her curves. Her hair falling from her bun framing her face, she is just looking drop dead gorgeous.
She looks so elegant.
"bellissima" wait what. Why the fuck did I just call her beautiful I mean she is but......
(Beautiful)
I felt something I never felt before.
Maybe doing this dare is not that bad of an idea.
"Ok, fine I'll do it."
"Deciding to join the club?" Yakshit said.
Ignoring him I pulled my phone out of the pocket and messaged her.
Siddharth: Hi
Annika: Well, aren't you just full of original greetings
Siddharth: What about Bella ciao?
(Hello beautiful)
Annika: Ciao bello.
(Hello handsome)
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E se io muoio da partigiano
O bella ciao,
bella ciao,
bella ciao ciao ciao
E se io muoio da partigiano
Tu mi devi seppellir.
Hope you enjoyed the 1st chapter.🫀
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