❀ 𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ❀
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In the bustling corridors of a lively Indian high school, amidst the chaos of classes we find Meera Sharma, is the kind of girl who seems ordinary at f...
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As I sat with Rani during the lunch break, my mind was still reeling from the unexpected encounter with him in the library. I couldn't shake the memory of our brief interaction, the way his touch had sent shivers down my spine and his smile had left me breathless.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Rani nudged me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, Meera, what's got you so distracted?" she teased, nudging me again for emphasis.
Startled out of my reverie, I blushed furiously, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Oh, it's nothing," I mumbled, hoping to deflect her attention away from my racing thoughts.
But Rani wasn't so easily deterred. Leaning in closer, she fixed me with a knowing look. "Come on, spill the beans," she urged, her curiosity piqued by my evasive response. "I can tell something's on your mind."
With a sigh, I relented, knowing that there was no escaping Rani's relentless interrogation. "Well, something happened yesterday," I began, my voice hesitant as I recounted the events of the previous day.
As I described the chance encounter in the library and the unexpected kindness he had shown me, Rani's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, her disbelief evident in her tone. "And you didn't tell me about this sooner?"
I shrugged sheepishly, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't know, I guess it just slipped my mind," I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt at keeping the encounter a secret from my best friend.
But Rani wasn't about to let me off the hook so easily. "Well, spill the details," she demanded eagerly, leaning in closer to hear every juicy tidbit of gossip. "What did he say? What did you say? Did you feel sparks flying?"
Blushing furiously, I recounted the brief exchange between us, downplaying the intensity of the moment in an attempt to conceal my own swirling emotions. But as I spoke, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the memory of his smile and the warmth of his touch.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch break, Rani grinned mischievously. "Well, well, looks like someone's got a secret admirer," she teased, nudging me playfully as we made our way back to class.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. Despite my attempts to downplay the significance of the encounter, deep down I knew that it had been the beginning of something special—a connection that I couldn't wait to explore further in the days to come.
As I entered the classroom with Rani by my side, my heart raced in anticipation, my pulse quickening with each step. I could feel his presence before I even laid eyes on him, a magnetic pull drawing me towards him like a moth to a flame.
As I settled into my desk, my eyes darted around the room, searching for him amidst the sea of familiar faces. And there he was, surrounded by his friends, his laughter filling the air like music to my ears.
