Semua Bab Love with a twist: Bab 11 - Bab 20

March 2015 Ava's POV "You stay right here. Don't pull any more stunts; I'll be back in ten minutes," my mom instructed sternly before leaving me with Kyra and Priti in the hospital room. I nodded, keeping my head down, doing my best impression of an obedient daughter until she left. The moment the door clicked shut, I exhaled and sprawled out on the couch at the end of the room. "Oh my God, that's it! I'm eloping with Darsh. Final decision!" I declared dramatically, leaning back with faux exasperation. Kyra snorted, while Priti shot me an incredulous look. "What? I'm serious. Start preparing to be an aunt, Priti!" "Stop it," Priti hissed. "If your mom hears you, she'll throw you out the window." "It wouldn't be any worse than her endless lectures," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "It's been a week since I last saw him. She even confiscated my phone when she caught me sneaking back after meeting Darsh that night." I sighed, feeling the weight of my mom's iron-fisted control pressing

After a week: Ava's POV "I just fed you, for God's sake! Let me take a nap," I groaned as Rocher barked directly in my ear, her persistence impossible to ignore. "What is it now?" I sighed, sitting up, my hair a tousled mess. Rocher tilted her head, her sharp eyes studying me with what felt like judgment. I rubbed my temples and started counting on my fingers. "Walking? Check. Feeding? Check. What else could you possibly want?" Her disapproving stare didn't waver. "Oh, right. The collar," I said, realization dawning. She wagged her tail like a queen who'd just received her due recognition. "Huh, fine. Let's go," I muttered, scooping her up. Her victorious bark was almost smug as we headed out. *** "Leave it, Rocher! That's too expensive! Are you trying to bankrupt me?" I whisper-yelled, tugging at the fancy, rhinestone-encrusted collar she had clamped in her teeth. She was holding on for dear life, her determination unmatched. Out of all the budget-friendly options, she had to

4 Years Later (Automated Siri voice: "April 2019") Ava's POV "You know how biased you are?" I rolled my eyes at Arun, who looked back at me with an exaggerated pout. "Nope, I only have one ass," he said smugly, glancing over his shoulder. "God, you really need to follow better meme pages," I replied, crinkling my nose. "You're just jealous of my timing," he quipped, puffing out his chest. I feigned gagging at his smugness. "Jealous? Of that? Please." Before I could react, he wrapped his arm around my neck in a playful chokehold. "Oh, let me help you stop the puke. Come here," he teased. Big mistake. I stomped hard on his foot, and he let go immediately, yelping in pain. "Ow! My toe! You've ruined my chances at professional dance," he cried dramatically, grabbing my arm for support. "Who told you to mess with me?" I smirked, helping him to a nearby bench. "What's going on here?" Siddi asked, strolling over with her ever-present bag of chips. "She murdered my toe!" Arun wail

Ava's POV "Come on, girls! It's just once a week. The least you could do is ten laps!" shouted our overly enthusiastic drill instructor. "Exactly my point, sir! We're practically sedentary for the other six days, so what's the point of killing ourselves on this one?" Sharon quipped, mumbling the last part under her breath. I couldn't help but agree. We'd just finished another grueling exam, and now this? "If you seven don't join the others in the next thirty seconds, you'll be picking up wrappers around the college for a month!" his threat rang out, making all six of us instantly abandon Sharon, who was lounging on the steps like she owned the place. "Argh! Traitors!" she groaned, dragging herself to join us on the track. "So, Ava, what's the deal with Ashu lately? Why is she on your back?" Sharon asked, already panting despite barely jogging for ten seconds. Sharon was one of the few people in this college, along with Siddi and Arun, whom I considered genuine friends. "See! Eve

Ava's POV: "I'd rather drink bitter gourd juice every day for a week than run this stupid track," groaned Sharon as we dragged ourselves toward the ground. "Where do you think you seven are going?" Our coach stood in our path, arms crossed, radiating authority. "Umm... to the tracks?" I ventured hesitantly, earning a fake smile from him before he delivered his bombshell. "Nope. I'm relieving you all from running for a month." We exchanged confused glances. Relief? From him? Really? "I knew it!" Siddi stomped her foot. "If it's too good to be true, it is too good to be true." And just like that, we found ourselves picking up wrappers scattered across the college grounds. "Stop groaning. This is better than running laps," Sharon chirped from her spot on the bench, supervising as her clique of four did her share of the work. "She's the real culprit here," muttered Siddi, rolling her eyes. "I can still hear you," Sharon sang back in her usual dramatic tone. Despite myself, I coul