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“There are phones to use, not to shut in drawers,” Aman\u2019s voice cut through as Avni started pulling our phones back out. Holy crap \u2014 20+ missed calls from Ishaan, 5+ from Aman, and tons of texts from all three of them. We\u2019d gone incognito for just two hours, and they\u2019d completely lost it.<\/p>\n

“Okay, what\u2019s the problem?” I asked, folding my arms as the three stood awkwardly on the doorstep. They all looked at each other before speaking in a jumble of words, sounding like gibberish. “Okay, gentlemen, one by one, please,” Aisha commanded, folding her arms with an amused smile.<\/p>\n

“We tried calling, but you all didn\u2019t pick up. I panicked and called Ishaan,” Aman started nervously. “Then I tried calling you, but no response, so we all rushed here,” Ishaan added sheepishly. “Too cute you people are,” Aisha said, pinching both Ishaan\u2019s and Aman\u2019s cheeks while they swatted her hands away, laughing. Chapter 18 – Ishaan I was in my room after dinner.<\/p>\n

Maa had made dinner today, which was an absolute treat\u2014comforting dal, fluffy rotis, and some spicy sabzi that made my taste buds dance. To top it all off, I ate ice cream afterward, so technically, it was a complete meal. I leaned back on my chair, feeling the warmth of the evening settle in. Out of nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was Aman. \u201cHey, is Kaira with you? Or are you with them?\u201d His voice was sharp, edged with urgency. \u201cNope, I\u2019m at home. What happened?\u201d I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, they\u2019re not reachable. Me and Krish have tried calling a thousand times, and none of the three are picking up.\u201d Aman\u2019s words set every sense in me to full alert mode. \u201cWe\u2019re going there now. You come too.\u201d And just like that, he cut the call. I didn\u2019t waste a second. I instantly started dialing Kaira\u2019s number, then Aisha\u2019s. No answer. Just ringing, ringing, ringing\u2014all the way to the end. In less than twenty minutes, I was standing in front of their apartment building.<\/p>\n

Aman and Krish stepped out of the elevator as I hurried in behind them. Aman quickly opened the door\u2014they were lucky he knew the password.<\/p>\n

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\u200bLove Me Like You Do Chapter 01 – Kaira All these egoistic people I had to deal with today almost made me question my sanity\u2014again. It\u2019s like every time I try to maintain a shred of peace, some self-important human tornado decides to swirl right into my personal space. But then, just when I feel like losing my mind entirely, my best friends show up with their own brand of craziness, and suddenly I\u2019m reminded: Oh right. I\u2019m not sane to begin with. And neither are they. Hi people, I\u2019m Kaira Bhardwaj, and welcome to my beautifully messed-up life.<\/p>\n

\u201cKairaaaaa!\u201d That voice. That pitch. That sheer decibel level. Aisha screamed my name in my ear like a human fire alarm, nearly sending my soul sprinting out of my body. \u201cWoman! If you want to murder me, just stab me like a normal psychopath. Why go through the trouble of destroying my eardrums?\u201d I groaned, dragging myself out of bed with the grace of a hungover sloth.<\/p>\n

\u201cO Miss Drama Queen, you\u2019re gonna be late for work. It\u2019s already 8:30, and you need to report by 10,\u201d Aisha said, sounding way too cheerful for someone delivering tragic news. \u201cDid Avi leave?\u201d I mumbled while grabbing my towel and heading into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me with a grumpy thud. \u201cYes, ma\u2019am. She left fifteen minutes ago, all suited up and ready to conquer the world with her data-crunching powers,\u201d Aisha replied from the other side of the door.<\/p>\n

So, for a quick little insight into our sitcom of a life: I, Aisha (aka Aishu), and Avni (aka the silent killer with Excel sheets) share a cozy 3BHK apartment in London. It\u2019s perfectly equidistant from all our workplaces, which means no one gets to complain about commute injustice. Avni works as a data analyst\u2014basically, she breathes in binary and exhales solutions. You\u2019ll probably find her muttering formulas in her sleep.<\/p>\n

Aisha, on the other end of the universe, is a counselling psychologist who practically lives in cafes, therapy rooms, and people\u2019s minds. And then there\u2019s me. I float somewhere in between\u2014a hybrid. I need my laptop, my phone, and unfortunately, a lot of people interaction. I work as the Second Secretary at the Indian Embassy in the United Kingdom. Sounds fancy? It is. But it’s also exhausting. Like, soul-level exhausting. Anyway, today\u2019s chaos began with Aisha\u2019s brutal honesty and my complete lack of punctuality.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you have work today?\u201d I asked, zipping up my bag while stuffing my charger, lip balm, and whatnot inside like I was in a speed-packing competition. \u201cFirst session\u2019s at twelve. I think I\u2019ll clean the apartment a bit,\u201d she said casually. I froze and gave her a suspicious glare. The last time she “cleaned” the place, we spent a full hour searching for the lighter on her birthday.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d rearranged everything so well even Sherlock Holmes would’ve cried. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, I won\u2019t move anything.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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