When Shweta was a kid, she use to love spending her time in her home's backyard. A book in her hand and a plate of homemade cookies made by her "Dadi" (grand ma), placed in front of her.
Little shweta was happily munching the cookies while reading her favourite book.
Shweta lived with her grandparents, as she had no parents. The little girl always wondered, what is it like to have parents.
Her grandparent had a beautiful, small home, they didn't had any neighbours, it was only them, their sweet home surrounded by a beautiful scenery of green trees. Its was like they were living in middle of woods.
Shweta was engrossed in her book, and suddenly she noticed a slight movement in the trees. It intrigue her, the ten year old girl, was always have been a curious kid.
Her curiosity led her towards the woods, all of a sudden she stopped o her track. Their stood a beautiful and big wolf with its shiny orange fur. The wolf was beautiful and gorgeous.
But she knew it can kill her, as it was dangerous.
She was numb, in the middle of the woods standing alone infront of a big mighty wolf.
She did what any normal person would do. She ran away.
After that incident she never went into the woods alone.
She was feeling the same emotions rigthnow after seeing him. In the middle of classroom, in presence of all her class mates, she is feeling alone, she is feeling numb.
As Anirudh entered the classroom with his friends, he glance over the class. Everyone with their stupified expressions on their stupid face.
As he look at his classmate he noticed a new face, a new pretty face with grey eyes.
His heart skip a beat as he look at her. He felt a deep connection that he can't he even explain.
He found it ridiculous, that how can you feel a connection by just looking at someone. He blame it on his lack of sleep. He and his friends had spend their last night playing games.
He looked at her face again, she was looking like a deer caught in the headlight. Anirudh found it amusing. Without giving a second thought he just glance away and sat behind Shweta's bench.
Shweta thought it was so similar yet so different.
Last time when she met Anirudh, he was looking at her like she is his favourite dessert and he want to eat her alive. She was pretty sure he was looking directly at her soul. But today, he don't even gave a second glance towards her. And maybe this was for best.
She came out of class room as soon as the bell rang.
"Shweta" "Shweta" she heard someone calling her name. She look behind and she saw Garima coming upto her.
"Hey what's your next class" garima asked her with a small smile.
" Its Chemistry, room no. 206a" she replied after looking at her schedule.
" I also have a same class, let's go together" with this the both girls start heading towards their next class.
"So Shweta, which one you liked the most" Garima asked her with excitement."what are you talking about garima". Shweta ask her with confused face.
"Silly girl i am asking you whom do you liked the most among the boys who were late in class, you know they are the hottest guys of our school. So who do you like the most". Shweta said with straight face "I am not interested in talking about them Garima, I don't even know them"
"What how can you are not interested in them they are like Greek God, let me guess you are into girls right" Garima said with a teasing face.
Shweta just laughed at her and said "no garima i am not into girls and I don't care about who are the hot guys in school".
As they entered their chemistry class, Shweta took a seat in middle row and garima sat beside her.
The teacher Mrs. Sinha was a sweet lady, her teaching technique make, difficult subject like chemistry easy to understand. Shweta gave her full attention to the teacher, she don't want to get distracted by thought of a certain brown eyes boy.
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