Nidhi's Secret

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The next day in school, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement as I approached Ishika. With a deep breath, I poured out everything about my unexpected encounter with Rohan at the mall. Ishika listened intently, her eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and concern. She had been through so much with me, especially after Aarav's rejection. Even though they were not on speaking terms, Ishika had been my rock throughout it all.

As we chatted, our conversation was interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Rohan. He entered the classroom to hand over some notes to the teacher, and our eyes met briefly before he turned his attention elsewhere. My heart raced at the sight of him, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

During lunch break, I found myself confiding in Ishika once again. "I don't know what to do," I admitted, feeling the weight of confusion settling in. "Do I like Rohan? Or is it just a passing fancy?"

Ishika listened attentively, offering her support as she always did. "Maybe it's worth exploring," she suggested gently. "But remember, take your time. You'll figure it out."

With her words echoing in my mind, I realized that the path to understanding my feelings was not going to be easy. But having Ishika by my side made the journey a little less daunting.

As we were chatting, Nidhi approached us. I had a question that had been puzzling me for days. Why did Nidhi always blush whenever Rohan was around? I couldn't shake the thought from my mind any longer.

"Ishika, hold on a moment," I said, interrupting our conversation as Nidhi drew near. "I need to ask Nidhi something."

Curiosity burned within me as I turned to Nidhi, my mind racing with questions. "Hey, Nidhi," I began tentatively, "I've noticed something... Whenever Rohan passes by, you seem to blush. What's going on between you two?"

Nidhi's cheeks flamed crimson once more, her eyes darting away briefly before meeting mine. "Oh, Rohan? He's just from another section," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's nothing, really."

But her reaction only fueled my suspicions. There was more to this than met the eye, and I was determined to uncover the truth.

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