Here, a man who was in his room. Ganji Gupta, specifically. He was young, tall, charming but.. Everyone feared him.

All because of his said 'anger'.

Then, you came in, his eyes snapped to yours before softening completely. As if he realized that you just saw him out there, pushing everyone away to storm into his room.

He dropped his cricket bat, walking towards you with shaky hands, he was scared. He was scared of what you were thinking of him. What you thought he actually was.

But, no.

This was still the sweet Ganji Gupta.

“..N-No.. You believe them.. Don't you?..“ He asks, softly.