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...
"Do you guys know Saara?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting.
"Yeah, she's our friend. In fact, she sits right beside Sanya," she told him.
The boy's smile widened as he extended a hand towards Dhriti. "Oh, so you must be Dhriti then," he said, shaking her hand warmly.
"How... do you know?" she asked, clearly taken aback.
The boy chuckled. "She did tell me a lot about you two," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
He then turned to me and extended his hand. "And Sanya... right?" he asked, his smile inviting.
I hesitated for a moment before tentatively taking his hand and shaking it. His grip was firm and confident, and I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.
I shook his hand hesitantly. "Actually, it's not Sany-" I began to correct him, but then thought better of it. "Never mind," I said, holding back my urge to correct his pronunciation.
The boy smiled warmly at us. "It's nice to see you both," he said. "And my name is-"
"Divam," Dhriti interjected before he could finish.
Divam looked at her with a confused smile. "So she told you?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, she told us about you," I said, feeling a little more at ease now that the initial awkwardness had passed.
Soon enough, Saara appeared at our side, a wide grin spreading across her face as she took in the sight of us chatting with Divam. "Charming my girls already, Butterfly?"
Dhriti turned to her with a smile. "Finally, you're here,"
"They need not be charmed, they already love me, Caterpillar," He smirked and shot Saara a playful look.
"Yes, we're keeping him for ourselves," Dhriti joked.
Saara sighed and took a seat beside me. "Great," she said with mock exasperation.
At that moment, the teacher entered the classroom and all chatter ceased as we turned our attention to the front of the room.
