With a cozy sweater and a cargo pants with a messy bun that didn't look much romantic in real life but comfy, you were sitting on the bench of the park which was so empty but few people passing , you made a grumpy face as a girl covered in Indian clothes came running towards you
Ruchi : am sorry, my mom told me make paratta's for dinner, so I had to knead the dough and make it ready
Y/n : RUCHI I HAVE DECIDED, THOUGH I HAVE NEVER SPOKE TO BOYS BEFORE OR WAS A FRIEND WITH THEM...I HAVE DECIDED TO ACCEPT ARYAN! AS THE LOOK HE GAVE LAST FRIDAY DEFINITELY SAYS HE IS IN LOVE WITH ME!
Ruchi : that's not because you decided to, but because your father decided to enroll in all girls school
Y/n : BUT ARYAN, WHY DID HE ASK YOU " hey, hi, your friend didn't come with your today? " BECAUSE HE MISSED ME, HE COULD NOT TOLERATE MY ABSENCE, ONCE HE CONFESSES I AM MARRYING HIM AFTER MY STUDIES!
Ruchi : I'll be happy for you
Ruchi was your only friend who was always with you through your best and worst , she was a punjabi and you were a South Indian, but you both could understand your languages
Ruchi : ARYAN IS HERE! LOOK! LOOK!
you just tucked your baby hair behind your ears and made a shy face
Aryan : hey y/n!
He looked perfect in every angle, his height, his structure and his messy hair that was clumsy as it settled while he stopped to speak to you, you felt a aura around him, and his North Indian accent
Y/n : heyyyy
Aryan : oh ruchi is here too?
Y/n : hmm, as usual....
Aryan : well as you know..... We are going to graduate soon, I can't miss this chance to confess right?
Y/n : yes, you can't!
Aryan : that is motivating me! So....MOVE- RUCHI? CAN YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?
y/n : WAIT? What???
that was the first time y/n realised all the vibes, time she had with Aryan didn't count as relationship or love but just a friend moments
Aryan : the day I saw on the class, sitting in the corner and smiling with y/n, the pretty lips, I wanted it to be mine? I wanted that pretty laugh only to be with me? And whenever you flustered your cheeks turning red, man I fell for you....
That's when you realized half of the world's love was because of looks, you too blushed at times seeing Aryan but you were a brown chocolate girl whose blush will only be seen if it was purple or black....you decided to leave the place without making a hussle
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