It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
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"Our English teacher is absent today," Aadarsh said as we made our way back to the classroom. "We'll probably get a substitute."
"Hey," he said suddenly, turning to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Why don't we go to the library? Since we'll just have to sit quietly in our classroom now, why don't we go there instead?"
"Are you for real?" I asked skeptically, but he was already marching back into the classroom to grab his bag.
He unzipped it and pulled out a random book, thrusting it into my hands. "What if someone asks what we're doing in the library?" I asked nervously as I followed him down the hallway.
"No one will," he said confidently, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Me and Shivam have ditched our class twice before you came."
The library was a long room with tables lining each side and a large bookshelf occupying the wall opposite the entrance. It was deserted, not a soul in sight.
Aadarsh took a seat at one of the tables and I hesitantly sat down beside him. "Honestly, I'm really scared," I admitted. "What if someone comes in?"
"Just pretend you're studying or helping me with my doubts," he said nonchalantly as he rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a pen and offered it to me. "Here, take this."
"But I'm sure no one will come in here," Aadarsh said reassuringly. I nodded, deciding to trust him.
