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Dedicated to my first 2 votes , the motivation I didn't know I needed .

I woke up one early Monday morning , unfortunately. To do my homework , I finished half of the math homework and rushed to the bus stand . Every one at the bus was giving me weird looks . I imagined how I looked ( I didn't had the time to see in mirror) with my half worn shoes and unpressed short with hair tangled in to a bun. Not a pleasant site in morning.

I climbed the stairs as fast as I could . I suddenly stepped into something round , I was ready to fall, break my hands, legs anything. But was caught by someone. I opened my eyes to see him, what was his name again ? I had seen him several times in tv . He gripped my waist tightly , I was having this kdrama vibes From this situation , I removed his hands and straightened up.
I murmured a thanks while looking down and brushing my skirt. I looked up to see him staring at me, smiling.
" I know you, you are Arya mehra the daughter of the famous designer Archana mehra"
" And you are ..." I asked akwardly .
"Sidhaarth Arora , you really don't know me ? We shared the same table in several parties."

Now I know him , he is the potential heir of the Arora gold and diamonds- India's 'one of the most successful jewellery store. The Arora brothers are always over the news . But what is he doing here , chanakya academy doesn't match his standards.
" Sorry actually we haven't talked before " I replied ,
"Anyways which stream you are in ?"
"Arts" I said trying not have eye contact with him, I can't help feeling uneasy by his expressions.
" Me too , so see you in class "
I nodded and started climbing the stairs and I again stepped on to something and fell into his arms ." "Careful ,there are marbles, " he warned recoiling from the grasp.
Hard to believe high school students still play with marbles , I then climbed the stairs carefully still feeling his gaze on me,and damn I forgot why I was at the top floor for.

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