" What are the chances that Zoya might punch me in the face if I confess?" Ayaan interrogated, looking back and forth between his friends who paid no heed to his words. His dark eyes darted anxiously, searching for any flicker of acknowledgment in their indifferent expressions.

"Oh, come on, guys. I am serious!" Ayaan groaned in sheer frustration when he didn't get the needed response. His frustration was palpable, his fists clenching at his sides as he stared at his friends in exasperation.