**** Rohan Chhabra****
As I stepped into the bustling mall, I was looking around. And there she was, Shriya, standing amidst the throng like a vision in white. Her flowing frock billowed softly around her, accentuating her delicate frame.
I couldn't help but admire her from afar. Her hair cascaded in loose waves down her back. Those captivating eyes, dark brown colored, held a warmth that drew me in with each glance. And her lips, adorned with a subtle hint of gloss, curved into a gentle smile that seemed to light up the entire space.
I longed to approach her, to strike up a conversation and bask in her presence. Yet, my heart raced with apprehension, and my feet remained rooted to the spot. Shyness gripped me like a vice, rendering me unable to act on my desires.
As I watched her from afar, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to know her, to unravel the mysteries hidden behind those mesmerizing eyes. But for now, all I could do was admire her from a distance, content to cherish this fleeting moment in my heart.
It was my parents who initiated the conversation, pulling me into the orbit of her presence. As we watched the movie together, her laughter filled the air, and I found myself mesmerized by her every expression. While she immersed herself in the film, I was lost in the beauty of her face, unable to tear my gaze away.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all I could think about was how I wished I had the courage to speak to her, to let her know how she had captured my heart with just a single glance. But for now, I contented myself with stealing glances, hoping that someday, I would find the words to express the depth of my feelings for her.
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