Krishna raced toward the peak of the hill, his breath coming in quick, frantic gasps. He glanced back over his shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest. Relief washed over him as he realized that Ramu Uncle was nowhere to be seen. Finally, he allowed himself a brief moment to catch his breath, leaning against a tree. His heart still thundered in his chest, but the thrill of having escaped Ramu Uncle was evident on his face. After a few moments, he regained his composure and began making his way towards the temple.

As Krishna approached the temple, he instinctively scanned his surroundings. His eyes searched the area, hoping to catch sight of Vikram and Pawan, but the courtyard was eerily empty. A frown creased his forehead as worry began to settle in.

The area around the temple was serene, almost unnervingly so. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze and the faint ringing of temple bells in the distance. The air was infused with the faint aroma of incense and sandalwood, mingling softly in the atmosphere. Krishna thought that perhaps the priest might have seen something, so he decided to inquire within the temple.

Inside, the priest was busy checking the musical instruments that would soon be used for the evening Aarti. Krishna approached him, his steps quick and purposeful.

"Do you know where my friends Vikram and Pawan are?" Krishna asked, his voice sharp with impatience, as though demanding rather than asking. The priest, unfazed by Krishna's tone, continued with his work, ignoring the question.

Krishna's temper flared; his fists clenched at his sides. However, as he glanced around the empty temple, he forced himself to take a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm brewing inside him. He tried again, this time with more restraint.

"Priest, have you seen my friends Vikram and Pawan around here?" His voice was softer now, more respectful. The priest noticed the shift in Krishna's demeanor and, understanding that this matter was of importance to the young man, finally responded.

"They're under the tamarind tree," the priest said simply before returning to his duties.

Without another word, Krishna bolted towards the tamarind tree. When he arrived, he found Vikram and Pawan fast asleep, sprawled out in the shade as if they didn't have a care in the world. The sight of his friends, so blissfully unaware of his earlier panic, sent a fresh wave of irritation through him. His face flushed with anger, and his eyes burned with frustration. He took a step forward, intent on waking them, but hesitated as a thought crossed his mind: What would he even say when they woke up?

Taking another deep breath, Krishna tried to quell the rising tide of anger. He circled around and sat down on the other side of Pawan, glancing at his friends who were still deep in slumber. The peaceful expressions on their faces only aggravated him further.

After sitting alone for some time, boredom started to creep in. Eventually, Krishna decided to set aside his anger and unease. He lay down beside Pawan, the soft earth and the cool shade of the tree coaxing him into a reluctant rest. Before long, he too succumbed to sleep, the tension draining from his body as he drifted into unconsciousness.

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As the sky slowly shifted from blue to a warm golden hue, the setting sun cast dappled rays of light through the tamarind tree's leaves. The golden light fell gently on the three friends, like droplets of liquid sunshine, as if nature itself was trying to nudge them awake. The world seemed to whisper softly in its silent language, "It's time to rise."

Pawan, who was sleeping between Vikram and Krishna, had drifted into a strange, enchanting dream. He found himself in a magical garden, bursting with vibrant colors and filled with an otherworldly glow. The garden was illuminated by the light of countless planets, moons, and distant galaxies that dotted the sky. The air was fragrant with the scent of flowers, mingling with the cool, fresh breeze that swirled around him. This garden seemed to exist in some far corner of the cosmos, and there, in that serene paradise, Pawan found himself resting his head on Chee's lap.

Chee's touch was gentle, her fingers combing softly through Pawan's hair, as though her very hands held the power to melt away all his worries. Pawan's exhaustion seemed to dissolve under her soothing caress. His eyes remained closed, but a contented smile played on his lips. In that moment, time seemed to stretch and blur, leaving only him and Chee in a peaceful eternity.

Slowly, Pawan opened his eyes, his gaze drifting lovingly toward Chee's face. He began to reach out, wanting to touch her, to feel her warmth, but suddenly a strange sensation gripped him. He felt as though someone had tightly held him in place. A sense of unease crept over him, and just then, he felt a soft tickling sensation near his ear, followed by the warmth of someone kissing his cheek. He heard a faint whisper, "I love you."

The words jolted Pawan from his dream. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself back under the tamarind tree. To his horror, Krishna was clinging to him, sleepily kissing his cheek and mumbling those very words. A surge of anger flared in Pawan, his face flushing red. Without a second thought, he shoved Krishna away with all his might, shouting, "Get off me, you pervert!"

Krishna, caught off guard by the sudden assault, was sent tumbling a few feet away. The impact shocked him awake, and as he rubbed the sore spot where he landed, he looked up at Pawan in confusion. "What the hell happened to you, man?" Krishna asked, bewildered.

Pawan, still fuming, wiped the remnants of Krishna's slobber from his cheek with disgust. "You sicko! Stay the hell away from me!" he growled.

With that, Pawan yanked off his shoe and launched himself at Krishna, beating him with the makeshift weapon. Krishna, now fully awake and utterly confused, tried desperately to fend off the blows, pleading, "Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? I was asleep! I didn't know what I was doing!"

Meanwhile, Vikram, who had been roused by the commotion, quickly moved to intervene. He grabbed Pawan from behind, trying to restrain him. "Pawan, stop! What are you doing? Why are you beating him?"

Pawan, struggling to free himself from Vikram's grasp, yelled back, "Let me go, Vikram! I'm going to make sure this pervert never does anything like this again!"

Vikram, still holding Pawan back, tried to calm him down. "But what happened? Tell me!"

Pawan, his face flushed with anger, blurted out the entire story of what had just transpired, explaining how Krishna, in his sleep, had made a very unwelcome move on him. Vikram listened in stunned silence, unsure whether to laugh or be angry himself.

Once Pawan finished his story, Vikram, barely able to keep a straight face, let go of him. As soon as he was released, Pawan resumed his assault on Krishna, who by now was desperately trying to shield himself from the continued onslaught. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Krishna wailed, genuinely horrified at what he had done in his sleep.

Vikram, now convinced that the situation wasn't going to resolve itself peacefully, turned and walked back to the temple. A few minutes later, he returned with a small bag of ice and some bandages, having convinced the priest to let him take them.

When Vikram returned, he found Krishna on his knees, profusely apologizing to Pawan, who was still glaring at him, though his anger had cooled somewhat. Vikram handed the ice pack and bandages to Krishna, who gratefully took them and began tending to his bruises. Then, turning to Pawan, Vikram asked, "So, why did you call us here in the first place?"

Krishna, still wrapping the bandages around his arm, looked at Pawan, waiting for his response. Pawan's expression suddenly shifted from anger to sadness. He had forgotten for a moment the reason why they had come here. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken tension.

Pawan finally sighed, unable to bring himself to speak. The three friends sat there quietly, the events of the last few minutes hanging in the air like an uninvited guest.

To be continued.......