Little Hearts

Chapter 1

"Roti hui ladkiyon se door bhagta hoon mai, par jab tum roti ho toh... I just wanna kiss you"- 

Hi, I'm Sanvi Basu, a writer on the internet and the most important thing to me is writing stories. I was born and grew up in Delhi but my roots are from Kolkata. From childhood itself, just like every typical grandma, my grandma also told me that one day when I'll grow up, a handsome prince in shining armor will come and marry me. And I don't know why I never liked the idea of some random prince marrying me, even in my dreams. Although I was a highly imaginative person, marrying some stranger was never on my list.

That's what I believed that Pyaar Dosti hai(Love is friendship). And with that perspective,  a fifteen-year-old fell in love.

Randhir Singhal.

You must be wondering what a powerful name it is. He must be a bold personality. 

Nope!

In fact, he was a shy introvert, with a golden heart with the most handsome face.

I really don't know what was so special about him, was it his eyes or his bunny smile or the way he flips his hair or the way he calls my name.

One thing which I was sure about was that he actually made me go nuts!

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Year- 2016, September

I ran like hell as I was late for my first class right after assembly. 

"Stop there and tell me your name and class", the school Prefect stopped me right in front of the building gate".

"Sanvi Basu, class IV-D", I said timidly.

"But you're wearing salwar, that means you must in 9th or something", She said suspiciously".

Oh no, she noticed! I cursed myself for giving her such a lame excuse.

"SANVI!", someone screamed my name. On which I turned to the person.

"Sanvi the Principal is calling you", the guy whom I consider my friend said while coughing and on the very next moment I wish myself to be deaf.

Let me tell you guys, we teens have many things that can scare the hell out of us, and being called by the Principal is one of those. Especially when your grades are low, you aren't being attentive in class, you eat in class, sleep in class, haven't done your homework, and also late for school. Basically, when you have tons of reasons to be kicked out of school, that period of time can actually make you cringe.

I mentally cried and looked at my friend who was now taking a glimpse of me from the corner of his eyes.

But none of this affected the Prefect. She rolled her hands above her chest and with a straight face, she asked. "May I know your name and class?", she was asking him.

"Suraj", he replied while flashing all his thirty-two teeth.

"Class?", she asked with a flat face.

"Um... fifth?". Clearly, my friend was dumber than me. His answer was more like a question. At least my height looks like a fourth grade but he looks like he's in tenth. 

"How can both of you be such a terrible liar?", she said while narrowing her eyes.

"W-What... do you mean?", my friend asked nervously.

"First, you are wearing salwar and you are in full pants, which means both of you must be in ninth grade or so, and Secondly, Principal is at a conference meeting", she said flatly.