Book 1 where he fell first.
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A Girl creates an Instagram account where her schoolmates can confess their feelings to their crushes without revealing their identity.
The twist comes when the Most Popular Boy of the school reveals about his s...
"PPPP... 4P.... product, price, place, promotion." I slightly nod as I try to learn the tools of Marketing mix from my textbook.
I was trying my best to learn the concept but all in my mind was the recent memes and trendy songs of Instagram.
I grip a pencil in my hand and poke my cheek with it. I squeeze my eyes trying to get what all these black letters & words meant.
"Ratta maar ohhoo.... ohhoo.... ratta maarrr..." I blink my eyes in confusion when I realize that I have started mumbling a song in between my studies. "What the fuck am I doing?" I mutter.
I turn my head and glance at Vini sitting on her bed. Her eyes were focused on her textbook. Her lips moving as she mumbles and learns the words and sentences written on it.
Yess!! We are studying together. At her house. In her bedroom.
The reason why she is sitting far away from me on her bed is because if we sit together beside each other then I won't be able to stop myself from kissing her.
I tap my fingers on her study table and twirl the chair on which I'm sitting.
My eyes roam all around her taking her appearance for the 100th time. White short Pj's and hair tied in two pigtails. Making her 1000 times cuter.
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If there would have been a subject called Vinisha, then I would have topped in that.
I see as she puts the end of her pencil in between her lips and concentrates on her book.
My gaze automatically shift down to her lips. I lick my own lips while staring at hers. It's been almost two months we had our first kiss.
New year came. January ended in the hustle bustle of pre boards and practicals. Our boards have started and it's almost the last week of February. And I can't get that particular night out of my mind.
If I count then I must have stolen hundred or something kisses from Vini in the last two months.
I just can't stop kissing her. Her lips are so soft just like I imagined. They taste so sweet and yummy. Just like a cookie.
Once, Zain jokingly said that what if Vini tastes like a cookie. Now that I've tasted her so many times, she do tastes like a cookie. That too a very chocolaty one.
Even today, in the morning when I came here. The moment we entered her bedroom, I pinned her against the door and started kissing her so hurriedly and passionately which almost made her breathless.
That's why, now she is sitting far away from me so that she doesn't get distracted.
I know my charm is everywhere. Even she can't stop herself from getting close to me.
