Pranjal patki, a sweet,kind and bubbly girl. And a hopeless romantic girl.Always want to keep everyone around her happy. Pranjal is persuing her pharma degree from one the top colleges in hyderabad.she loves her family,can do anything for her family...
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After getting back home,I dropped my bag on the sofa and went to hug my mom. She asked me about my day, and I told her everything-well, everything except "the guy" part, of course. I quickly freshened up and changed into my comfy clothes. Ah, this feels so much better. Spending the whole day in a kurti isn't really my thing. Sure, kurtis can be comfortable sometimes, but not too much-everything has its limit. My mom handed me some snacks, and I settled onto the couch, relaxing as I started watching an episode of 'When I Fly Towards You', honestly, I've already watched this before, but it's so cute I can't help but rewatch it over and over. And who's going to stop me anyway? Hehe.
But honestly, I wasn't even focusing on the show because my mind kept going back to what happened at college. Did that seriously happen to me? Of all people?Stuff like this has never happened to me before, and now-what even was that? Sure, I prayed for a little drama in my life because it's been so boring, but bappa, this was next-level unexpected. It honestly felt like a meet-cute. I mean, meeting a total stranger in such a weird yet adorable way, with no clue about his name or what he studies-its straight out of a movie.
What if it wasn't a meet-cute and was just an embarrassing moment for me? Oh, who am I kidding-it was totally embarrassing. He saw my weird dance moves and, worse, heard me singing,I sang like a maniac. Ugh, he probably thought I was possessed or something. This is so ridiculous.Maybe this is why I'm still single. I let out an irritated groan and sighed heavily. Then, out of nowhere, his face flashed in my mind-his handsome face, that well-maintained physique, and, of course, him calling me, "Miss. Ddlj",was that a nickname??. I couldn't get his face out of my head, especially his eyes. Those brown orbs were magical. Not gonna lie, I'm a sucker for brown eyes-they're just so beautiful. He honestly seemed like a fictional character straight out of a romance novel. I mean, he can sing, play the guitar, and his height? Damn, that was hot.
I sighed, realizing I was totally swooning over him. But then reality hit me-there's no way a guy like that is single.
In that moment, being in his arms felt so right. I touched my waist where he had stopped me from falling, and a small, blushing smile crept onto my lips as I remembered the way we made eye contact. And I guess there's no harm in being friends with him. With all the courage I can gather, I'll go up to him and start a conversation, something like,"Uh...hi! So, um, I just wanted to say...you sing really well. Like, really, really well. Not that I was, you know, spying on you or anything! I just...uh...happened to be there. Totally by accident. Anyway, great voice! So friends haha?" I cringed at my own thoughts and shook my head in disbelief. I seriously don't know how to make a move. That little devil in my head chimed in, "And that's why you're single." Oh, shut up, stupid brain.
