𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
"Everyone wants him, that was my crime The wrong place at the right time And I break down, then he's pullin' me in In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"
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TW: SOCIAL ANXIETY!
At least that's what I thought I was going to remember about this day, but maybe I should add leaving in an ambulance too.
The crowd before my eyes intensified as Kiaan and Aakib took the dance floor.
They had mentioned the crowd would be minimal during competitions, and that was true for other performances—but not now. I regretted not telling Vanie about my social anxiety.
Honestly, I wanted to enjoy the performance like everyone else, but my anxiety wouldn't let me have that luxury.
Cold sweat trickled down my forehead, and I keenly felt the tremors as the crowd erupted into cheers.
Despite trying to take deep breaths, nothing eased my unease. Gradually, the voices around me began to fade, drowned out by the screams.
The once-beautiful surroundings now felt menacing, suffocating me as I struggled to catch my breath. Just as I felt my balance slipping away, someone grasped my elbows, stopping me from falling.
"What's wrong?" Evyaan's voice steadied me. He held onto me for a moment, giving me time to regain my senses before releasing his grip.
I straightened up and drew in a deep breath, but he kept looking at me, as if waiting for an explanation.
"I think I lost my footing," I stammered. He eyed me skeptically but surprisingly didn't press for more details.
Instead, he turned his attention back to the performance.
"They're killing it, aren't they?" he asked, glancing at me. I gulped as the crowd and screams grew louder. Taking another deep breath, I closed my eyes to steady myself and stepped back.
When I opened them again, Evyaan's gaze was locked on mine. He lowered himself to my eye level, blocking my view with his broad shoulders.
"Can you fix my hair, Samayara?" he asked softly, closing his eyes.
"You know, Samrudh..." I barely heard him as his voice faded in the background of my anxiety, but his presence was a comfort.
I reached out, my hands trembling, to adjust his soft locks. The scent of his icy cologne cut through my nerves as I inhaled deeply.
It was calming me. He was calming me.
As my nerves relaxed, I smiled at him.
"You know, the boys were just being annoying outside..." he continued talking, but I was still too scared to fully register his words. We stayed like that for as long as I can remember.
