❝ SHE IS MY EVERYTHING, AND WITHOUT HER, I'M NOTHING AND NO MATTER HOW BIG THE WAVES GET OR HOW FAR THE TIDES TAKE US, I KNOW THAT WE WILL ALWAYS FIND OUR WAY BACK TO EACH OTHER❞
Ranveer Rajvansh, a man of power and wealth,
Had it all, except his hi...
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Anaya placed her bag on the table and let out a tired sigh. She rubbed her eyes to shake off the remnants of sleep that still lingered. In the background, she could hear the sound of her friends chatting away. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and chatter, which was occasionally interrupted by the burst of music coming from someone's earbuds. She picked up her textbook and notebook and began to review the sheet which was given to her yesterday.
"Have you seen Aarohi's new Instagram post? Damn, I love that dress! And you know what? He even commented on her post," She overheard a group of girls gossiping. Anaya rolled her eyes at their behavior. She despised gossiping and would rather invest her energy in something more productive than discussing who wore what and who was dating whom.
"Who commented?" one of the girls asked.
"Viaan Raghuvanshi," she heard his name, and her ears perked up. She wanted to know more.
She wondered, "Whose picture did he comment on?"
"Shh, he is here," they said and sat on their bench, smiling at him.
She heard the sound of the classroom door opening, and her heart leaped into her throat as she turned to see him. Standing in the doorway was her newfound crush. Her eyes widened as she took in his appearance: the way his hair fell in soft waves around his face, the way his smile lit up the room. For a moment, she couldn't believe he was there.
As he walked towards their seat, she tried to act casual, pretending to be engrossed in her textbook. But inside, she was a mess of nerves and excitement. What if he noticed her? What if he said something to her? The questions swirled in her mind.
She saw him with earbuds plugged into his ears, lost in his little world. His eyes roamed inside the class, searching for an empty seat. Then his eyes settled on her, and she smiled at him. He returned the smile. Her eyes shone as the seat next to her was empty. He took a step towards her. The smile on her face widened. He stopped near her and kept his bag in the seat in front of her. Disappointment washed over her, but she smiled nonetheless.
"Good morning," she greeted him, hoping to initiate a conversation. He turned towards her and wished her back.
"Is your hand still hurting?" he asked. His soft tone melted her heart.
"Yeah, it's fine," she began to answer, but the sound of shoes clicking on the floor caught everyone's attention. She looked towards the door and saw a girl with hair dyed in Chocolate and Caramel Balayage entering the classroom.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift as everyone turned to look at her, their eyes following her every move. She walked with a swagger that made it clear she was used to being the center of attention. Her bag hung on her shoulder, even though the college uniform looked hot on her. She walked like she owned the place, with everyone's eyes on her, including Viaan's.
