Results day. 𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗮, standing in front of the notice board. Her name. Second. Again. She clenches her jaw. A voice behind her: “Close one, Mehta.” She doesn’t turn. “Don’t you ever get tired of being annoying?” A small pause. You can almost hear him smiling. “Don’t you ever get tired of chasing me?” Silence. She finally turns. 𝗩𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 stands there like he doesn’t try and still wins. Hands in pockets. That infuriating half-smile. Rank 1. Again. And she hates the fact that the only thing worse than losing to him… is how alive she feels when he’s around.