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Where have you been, Gnapika?
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Just as they were leaving the field, a stern-looking man approached the group, his gaze fixed on Gnapika. "Gnapika, your mother has been looking for you. You need to come with me," he said firmly.
Gnapika's face fell, her eyes darting to Rajeev and the others. She clearly wanted to stay and spend more time with her newfound friends, especially Rajeev, who felt a surprising bond with her. "But I was just getting to know them," she protested softly, glancing at Rajeev with a hint of pleading in her eyes. The man shook his head. "Your mother is waiting, Gnapika. We need to go." Reluctantly, Gnapika nodded and turned to Rajeev. "I guess I have to go," she said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "But can I have your contact details? I'd like to keep in touch." Rajeev smiled warmly, feeling an unexpected surge of protectiveness toward her. "Of course," he replied. They exchanged phone numbers quickly, and Gnapika saved RajeevRelated chapters
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