Chapter 70 - She has to know him.

                                    

                                          
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[10th November, The Chai-Script Cafe]
Scratches. Clicks. Feedbacks. Scrapes. Flips. Flutters. 
These were some of the many sounds emerging from the tranquillity of the cafe.
Amidst the bookshelves, where numerous stories would reside; Amidst the sharp coffee aroma staining the air bitter-sweet; someone was busy penning down his own story; painting his own world.
Abeer.
After an uncountably large amount of errors and remodelled words, Abeer had finally succeeded in crafting vocables for what he never knew could be said.
Seated on his usual chair, he gave a soft, praiseful stare to the open diary he had just finished writing in. His Blossom.
He reached out to get a hold of Blossom after a good 8-minute eyeballing session, but failed for the diary was away from his vision in a split second. With a quick swoosh, the diary was apparently snatched by someone who might still be standing behind him, only waiting for him to finish writing so they could read it all in one go. 
Abeer turned his head and looked up to find the very entity carefully scanning through the fresh ink of the paper. The time Abeer took to get up from his seat was enough for the other person to save himself and run for his life, with the diary, of course.
"KARTIK!" Abeer chased, scared that someone might read what he never wanted anyone else to read.
"THIS IS FUN!!" Kartik flailed the diary in the air as he sprinted out of the cafe, his laugh emanating his smug intentions.
"NO! WAIT!! KARTI—" Abeer, too, stepped out of the cafe as his words halted at another sight.
"NO WAY! GE— WOOOAAA!!!" Kartik, still running, almost bumped into Aashna. She was on her way to the cafe.
Standing in front of him, blocking his way, her arms akimbo, Aashna raised her pupils to have a look at whatever Kartik was holding so proudly. She took the spine of the open book into her palm and folded it to close the book between her fingers and the thumb. 
She tilted her head a bit to notice Abeer standing awkwardly, probably pausing while chasing Kartik for something.
"What are we doing here?" Aashna asked.
Kartik coughed. He realised he was going to be bashed for meddling with Abeer in front of Aashna. "I... uhm... You see... he was—" He fumbled while his fingers scratched the back of his head. 
Aashna brought up her free hand and snapped her fingers at his face. "Quick, quick, quick!" Each snap getting a word of its own.
It was time for a no-breath challenge. "HewaswritingsomethingaboutyouinhisdiaryandIreaditand—"
"HUUHHH!?!!"
Kartik breathed before slowing down, "I said... he... was... writing... someemffmfmfmfmfmf" His words were suddenly muffled by Abeer as the latter clutched onto him and closed his mouth from uttering nonsense. 
"AHAHA! Shut up!! Kartik!!" Abeer tried subduing Kartik's muffles by faking a laugh. "Aashna. The. Book. Please." He softly took his diary back from Aashna and dragged Kartik away from her, his palm still crushing Kartik's mouth.
"What's with them?" Aashna mumbled to herself as she took her hesitant hand back to herself. 
Behind the other side of the cafe, Abeer finally stopped dragging Kartik giving his restless feet a much-needed halt. Abeer smacked Kartik's head with the diary.