**Part :1**
People often used to call me by my nickname…
And honestly, I loved it…
It made me feel like everyone around me was close to me…
Because nicknames are usually used only for people we care about…
But that day… something felt different…
Suddenly, my breathing became fast…
As if, if I didn't calm down, I might get a heart attack…
Every moment felt restless…
And then…
A voice reached straight to my heart—
"Oye… will you play with me?"
He asked so softly… so sweetly…
I couldn't say anything…
At that moment, a voice inside me said—
"Relax… why are you reacting like this?
He just asked you to play… not to marry you!"
I quickly controlled myself and said—
"Yes…"
We started playing…
After some time, I got tired…
But in my mind… only one word kept echoing—
"Oye…"
No one had ever called me that before…
After a while, he came near me and said—
"You play really well…
Why don't you come to the playground more often?"
I looked at him…
And said—
"I don't even like playing…"
He looked surprised—
"Oh… then why didn't you say no?"
I smiled and said—
"I won't tell you…"
"Why?"
"My choice…"
He laughed a little—
"Alright… don't tell me. I won't ask again."
He started walking away…
But after a few steps…
He turned back again—
"Yaar… just tell me… what have I done?"
"Nothing…"
"Then tell me…"
I smiled again—
"No… I won't."
Honestly… I don't know how I talked so much with him…
It felt like… in just one moment…
He became someone close to me…
As if… I had known him for a long time…
My heart was beating so fast…
But somehow, I controlled it…
Then suddenly…
He tempted me
"If you tell me… I'll do your English homework."
Maybe… he already knew me well…
Because English homework was the hardest thing for me
The moment I heard that…
I became so happy…
I put my stubbornness aside and said—
"Promise? You'll really do it?"
"Pakka."
"Okay… but don't go anywhere."
"Alright…"
Then I finally said—
"Just like that…"
And I started laughing…
He just kept staring at me…
I said—
"Now it's your turn… wait, I'll bring my notebook."
He replied with a little attitude—
"Okay…"
I gave him my notebook…
He opened it and asked—
"How many chapters are left?"
With a naughty smile, I said—
"Five…"
He sighed—
"Ohhh… you're more scared than I thought."
I replied—
"I'm not scared… I just don't like this subject."
He smiled—
"Fine… I'll do it. I'll give it back after some time."
"Okay…"
I was really happy…
I don't know why…
Maybe because my homework was getting done…
Or maybe…
Because of that strange feeling of closeness…
After some time…
He came back…
And gave me my notebook…
I opened it…
And then…
I just kept looking at it…
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