POV: Bunny
I stepped back first.
Barely.
My heart was pounding, and I knew he could hear it. Feel it. I didn't know what we were doing anymore — this line between fake and real was so blurred it felt like a lie we were both pretending not to notice.
Bunny (softly): "Anyway… I should probably go… do… something."
He smirked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with that calm storm in his eyes.
Aarav: "Like flirt with elevator guy again?"
I froze.
Bunny: "Jealous?"
Aarav: "Me? Not at all."
Pause.
"I just don't like sharing what's mine."
That made me stop breathing for a second.
Bunny (quietly): "What's yours?"
Aarav (shrugging): "You tell me."
I hated — loved — how he always flipped the script.
POV: Aarav
She was messing with my head.
Everything about her did.
I wanted to grab her and say stop pretending.
But I knew she wasn't ready.
So I did what I do best.
Flirted just enough to drive her insane — but never far enough to scare her off.
Bunny (nervous laugh): "You forgot dramatic. Also, weird."
Aarav (grinning): "And yet, you kissed me first."
Silence.
Bunny (turning away): "That was for your mom, and you know it."
Aarav (whispers): "Still counts."
POV: Bunny
I didn't reply.
Because the truth?
I wanted to kiss him again.
But this time, without pretending.
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Ending Moment:
Later that night, as Bunny lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her phone buzzed.
Aarav: "Goodnight, Miss Acting Queen."
Bunny: "Goodnight, Mr. Not Jealous At All."
She smiled.
And whispered to herself,
"We're so bad at pretending."
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