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...
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"I finally found you," I said, my voice steady despite the burning in my lungs. She stared at me, wide-eyed, like she couldn't believe I was there.
I decided against mentioning how many times I'd sprinted down that same corridor after finding the nurse's office empty, all while assuming she'd gone back to the auditorium. It didn't matter now—I'd found her.
"What are you doing here?" she questioned anxiously, making room for me as I settled down beside her.
"Wrong question. Why did you ignore my calls?"
"I was going to text you," she responded nervously.
"So you chose to ignore my calls instead? Do you have any idea how worried I was?" I pressed, and her expression fell sadder lapsing into silence.
"Alright, if you're not ready to talk, I get it," I said, keeping my tone calm but firm, trying to ease the tension. She gave me a faint smile, and I nodded, matching it with one of my own.
"I'm sorry, Evyaan."
"I messed up your performance," she apologized, her gaze fixed on her hands, fingers tracing the mole on her ring finger.
"You did?" I responded. She shot me a puzzled look.
"I thought it was the management's fault for being irresponsible and disregarding student safety. I don't understand why you blame yourself," I remarked, shifting my gaze to the serene sky above.
"But I caused a scene, and I struggle with...... serious social anxiety," she confessed, breathing out loudly, her hands trembling as she finished.
It was evident that sharing this was a significant step for her, and I felt honoured that she trusted me with such personal information.
"I see. Well, I'm allergic to nuts and dust," I revealed, hoping to lighten the mood. She appeared even more confused.
"What? You should know in case I cause a scene someday," I added, attempting a joke.
"It's not about causing a scene, Evyaan. It's about allergies, something we can't control," she explained softly.
"Exactly. It's not within our control," I affirmed, locking eyes with her.
In that moment, I could see how my words reached her, it felt like we were communicating telepathically. They silently urged me to linger a little longer.
My heart skipped a beat when her beautiful hair fell on her face, momentarily taking my breath away in the most beautiful way possible.
She blinked, breaking the contact and we both awkwardly diverted our gaze at the sky, realizing the unusual moment we were sharing.
I smiled, not regretting a bit, thinking I could gaze into those deep brown eyes forever. Another detail I'd picked up—her eyes and hair shared the same mesmerizing colour: milk brown. Yes, I might've spent hours flipping through magazines just to find the exact shade. Just to know its name.
