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...
"Should we go? What if they argue again? Dhriti's temper isn't pleasant when it comes to Aadarsh," I said, worry etched on my face ever since they both left through the door.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine," Saara reassured me.
"But what does he need to talk to her about?" I asked, curiosity gnawing at me.
"Who knows? Maybe he's going to apologize," Saara suggested.
"Yeah, he is," Shivam said, walking towards us.
"Are you kidding me?" I added obviously.
"Well, of course he wasn't going to, but I told him that he went a little overboard with her that day. Honestly, I didn't expect it, but somehow he agreed. Hopefully, Dhriti won't act rude to his apology," Shivam explained.
"No, I don't think so. As much as Aadarsh's behavior gets on her nerves, deep down she misses their bond," I said, knowing how she smiles whenever she talks about their friendship. I have always admired this thing about Dhriti - the way she gives her all to the people she cares about.
Aadarsh and Dhriti burst through the classroom door, her laughter ringing through the air as Aadarsh simply grinned . A wave of relief washed over me as I watched them. The tension between us all dissipated, replaced by a comforting sense of peace.
They took their seats, and Saara and I swiveled around to face Dhriti, our eyes wide with anticipation. "What happened?" I whispered, careful not to let Aadarsh overhear.
"Nothing much," she said. "He apologized and explained the situation with your number. I apologized too, and everything is alright now."
Saara let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God," she murmured
