Chapter 1

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It was a beautiful sunny day. Blue sky was dotted with white clouds. A pretty girl with black hair, grey eyes with a satchel was walking down the street. The girl was nervous today, because it was her first day of senior year of high school .

She was telling herself that she can do this. What can she do it was all new for her.

She stood outside the college gates, gripping her satchel tightly. Giving herself a pep talk she entered inside the high school gate. She saw the excited faces of her peers, everyone was so happy and excited for their new chapter and here she is a nervous wreck.

Everyone so excited that no one gave a second glance to a new black hair girl. She was completely fine with this. But as she entered the hallway of school , she receive glances, stares and whispers from her peers. She tried to ignore it.

Keyword tried.

As she entered the school office, the old office lady asked her " How can I help you sweety" the girl smiled and said, "Hello ma'am I am Shweta Malhotra I am a new student here, can i get my schedule" "oh yes" the the old lady said and handed shweta her schedule. Shweta thank the lady and came out of office.

Her first class was English literature her favourite, shweta loved the literature, as she loves reading books they are her only friend.

She started the search for her first class, second floor 187b as she found the class, she start getting nervous but she knew she can do this. With this thought she entered the class room. All eyes were on her, she was late.

Ms. Patel, the teacher asked her with irrited tone "who are you and why you are disturbing my class". With all eyes on her and teacher's question Shweta's already anxious state become more anxious, nervously she said " I am shweta this is my first class i am late because i went to school office first". "okay alright go sit with Garima" Ms. Patel said to Shweta with irrited tone and pointed to Garima.

As Shweta look at the direction the teacher was pointing she saw a beautiful girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes, Garima gave a friendly smile to Shweta, she can't help but return the smile. "So you are the new girl, everybody were speaking about" garima ask, and Shweta just smile on this. Yes she was anxious of everything, everyone, the people, the stares, the whispers but she smiled because it was her solution to every problem. Both girls then gave their attention to the lecture.

Shweta can handle everything, she may be an innocent girl but she was not naive, she knew the stares are judgemental, the whispers are judgement but she had to go through this. This will what make her strong and face the world which is ready to destroy her.

Shweta was always like this, a beautiful smile on her face for the outside world but an anxious wreck from inside.

It was after twenty minute when the door of the class room was suddenly thrown open and entered three hot boys, Ms. Patel who was irrited by Shweta's entrance was now giving a beautiful smile to the the three boys.

The first guy was wearing a blue t-shirt and black jeans and with a mischievous smirk on his face he was looking like a Supermodel from magazine. The second guy was wearing a white shirt with black jeans having a smile on his handsome face, a smile that can make any women crazy for him.

The last guy was different from both boys, the special thing about him was not his handsome face which make him look like he was made by Adonis himself or his stone like body, it was his aura strong, dominant and powerful. He has a no nonsense exoression on his face.

They were receiving lusty and flirty looks from the girls and jealous looks from the guys. Garima was looking at the three hot guys with dreamy looks. On the other hand shweta does not even give a second look and focus back on her notebook.

"Hello Ms. Patel nice seeing you after summer break you are as beautiful as before" the first guy said. Any other teacher would angry on this comment but Ms. Patel was a different case. "oh shut up Rahul" said the teacher with a blushing face. " Sorry ma'am Rahul is an idiot, but believe me you look much more prettier than before" the guys were flirting with their teacher infront of whole class, shweta found it disgusting. After hearing their lame words the third guy snorted. Shweta looked back again to the class intruders and seeing the third guy her blood become cold.

It was him.

It was Anirudh.







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