"Oh my God, Naina!" Shreya squealed, almost jumping in excitement.
"Ian Knight! The most handsome boy in our college! The dream of every girl! He’s your project partner!"
She grabbed Naina’s hand and twirled it like they'd just won a prize.
"You are so lucky. You’re going to spend time with him! Ugh… every girl is going to be so jealous. Especially Liza." Her voice suddenly dropped to a serious tone.
Naina blinked. “But why? He’s just my project partner, that’s it. I’m not his girlfriend or anything. And anyway, we didn’t choose each other—it just happened.”
“I know, I know. But the thing is… Liza doesn’t like girls around him. I told you before—she thinks she owns him! And now that you’ll be working together…” Shreya made a face. “God knows what she’ll do.”
Naina giggled and hugged her. “Oh come on, Shreya. She won’t do anything. It’s just a project. You’re thinking too much.”
Shreya hugged her back, still a little worried. “I really hope you’re right.”
Naina smiled. “Don’t worry. Nothing’s going to happen. Except maybe a really good grade.”
Shreya laughed. “And maybe a love story.”
“Shreya!” Naina said, playfully swatting her.
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Liza was pacing near the lockers, her jaw tight and eyes fuming. Jenny trailed behind her, confused.
“What happened, Liza? Why do you look like you’re about to explode?” Jenny asked, genuinely curious.
Liza turned sharply. “As if you don’t know.” She crossed her arms, her voice dripping with venom.
“That Indian girl… Naina. She’s Ian’s project partner.” She scoffed.
“Now she’ll be around him, talking to him, smiling at him—as if she belongs near someone like Ian. How dare she?”
Jenny blinked, trying to calm her down.
“Oh come on, Liza. It’s just a project. Nothing serious. And let’s be real—no one can take your place in Ian’s life. Especially not her.” She gave a dramatic eye roll.
“Have you even looked at her? Zero fashion sense. Always wearing those… sad little clothes like she’s stuck in a charity sale. She’s so plain. Honestly, you’re wasting your energy over nothing.”
Liza paused. Jenny’s words slowly worked like honey calming the sting.
She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Yeah. You’re right. She’s no competition. Ian would never fall for a girl like her.”
She smiled smugly. “He’s mine. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
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The next day…
After classes, Naina sat quietly in the garden area of the campus, waiting for Ian. The breeze was gentle, and the golden rays of evening sun peeked through the trees.
He hadn’t arrived yet, so she pulled out her notebook and pen.
It was her old habit—whenever she studied or made notes, she listened to music. It helped her focus, helped her stay calm in this strange, new world.
She put on her earphones, scrolled through her playlist, and pressed play.
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Ian had told Naina to meet him in the garden after classes. He was just about to leave when Liza appeared, her voice filling the corridor with unnecessary chatter. He wasn’t really listening—he never did. His mind was already elsewhere. With a glance at the time, he realized he was running late.
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My Indian love ❤
RomanceThis is the story of Ian an American boy who is struggling to find the love of his life until he met.. --- Her soft cheek pressed against his, the warmth of her breath grazing the side of his neck. Her hair fell like a curtain around them, strands b...
