This is an Indian story so I'll write the dialogues in Hindi and the rest will be in English. Happy Reading!
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I've seen him before! I thought.
Soon the next teacher arrived and as soon she arrived she asked the new students to introduce themselves.
Kashvi introduced herself first but my thoughts were somewhere else.
Suraj was continuously was irritating me when suddenly I heard him introducing himself.
"Good morning everyone. My name is Randhir Singhal...", he said in a very husky tone. I've heard him before too.
This period went pretty soon and again I drowned in my own thoughts when suddenly I was dragged by Suraj
"Chal ab bata kya bola usne? Kahase aai hai aur kaha rehti hai?(Tell me what did she say? Where did she come from? Where does she live?)", Suraj showered me thousands of questions.
"Woh! Wait. Who are you talking about?", I asked him with a confused look.
"Are voh jo tere bagal mei baithi thi befkoof!(The one who sat beside you, Idiot!)", Suraj said irritatedly.
"Hey calm down brother. You can't talk to her like that", Chintu said while lightly hitting him.
Suraj gave him an angry look and I laughed at his childish act.
"Ae, maine suna hai ki jo yeh naya launda aya hai bada mashoor tha apne purane school mein. Sunne mei toh yeh bhi aya hai ki ladkiya marti thi uss par aur love letters bheja krti thi aur bhi bahoot saare gifts bhi deti thi. Kitna lucky tha yrr!(Hey, I've heard that the new guy was very popular in his previous school. I've even heard that girls would fall for him and used to send him love letters to confess their love and also sends alot of gifts. Lucky guy!", Suraj said with a tint of jealousy.
"Arey toh aap konsa kisi rajkumar see kam hain. Dheeraj rakhiye, aap par bhi jald ladkiya phool barsayengi (You're not less than a Prince, have patience, soon girls will shower you with flowers)", I said by pulling him into a side hug.
"Zara sambhalkr kahi phool ki jagah jutiya na barsa de, kyu?(Be carefull, don't get beaten by them)", Chintu mocked him while passing me a quick wink.
"Tu toh rehne de, warna kahi aaj ki tarah har ladki tujhe Chintu Chaddi Chor na bulaye (You leave it, orelse someday might every girl call you Chintu Chaddi Chor) ", Suraj said without wasting it.
We laughed at the thought of it.
"Hadd hai yarr, Mujhe abhi tak vishwas nhi ho raha jo tunee Mayank ka underwear churaya kyuki tujhe apna nhi mila (I can't believe that you steal Mayank's underwear just because you didn't find yours)", I laughed.
"Abey chalna, maine churai nahi, bs udhar liya tha. Voh humesha mujhse chize udher leta hai toh iss baar maine le li (Come on, I didn't steal it. I borrowed it. Mayank always borrows things from me so did I)", Chintu said in an embarrassed tone.
"Yeah yeah you borrowed it", I laughed again.
"That's right. What else I could do in that situation. Someone stole mine from the bathroom while I was changing for my swimming class. After all, I won't be able to go out without them", Chintu was genuinely explaining himself.
We were laughing and chilling when suddenly someone interrupted us.
"Sanvi, the class teacher is asking for you". Dev said.
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Little Hearts
RomanceSanvi Basu is a bubbly girl who tells the story of her teenage life and her classmates. She tells about the teenage problems teen faces and experiences vast new emotions. She tells from a teenage girl's point of view. Warning: This story contains...