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He is the head boy, she is the head girl.
He breaks the rules, she follows the rules.
He likes to wander around, she likes to sit and study.
But what will happen when they start talking to each other through books?
Will they fall f...
Kitaabein bahut si padhi hongi tumne Magar koi chehra bhi tumne padha hai Padha hai meri jaan nazar se padha hai Bata mere chehre pe kya kya likha hai
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I'm sitting in class, staring at the clock. Why is time crawling? I'm usually not this impatient, but today... that note from the library is messing with my head. My mind keeps tugging me toward it, like some invisible string pulling me to the library door.
It's Wednesday, and that means it's Hindi-speaking day. Ugh. Wednesday and Thursday both. Not that I mind—it's actually kind of fun.
The last period was supposed to be P.E. Supposed to be. But do we ever actually get to go outside when it's the last period? No. Instead, they cancel our time on the ground and force us to sit here and study. Because, apparently, we haven't studied enough already. Not that I do much on the field besides volleyball, but still... it's the principle of it.
I mean, yeah, I'm not interested in sports and all that, but come on—one hour of fresh air won't hurt anyone.
Everyone's talking and doing their own thing, and I'm half-listening, half-ignoring them. The boys are roaming around like a bunch of hyperactive monkeys, and my eyes suddenly land on Samarth near the window. Is he talking to someone? He bends forward, peeking out, like he's trying to sneak a look at... who?
Why do I even care? It's his business, right?
Except... I do care. For some reason, my curiosity is piqued, and I lean a little to get a better look. And then I spot him—Rehaan. His tie is all loose, his hair a complete mess, hanging over his forehead like he's just come out of a windstorm. What does he even do all day to end up looking like that by the end of class?
His hair's swaying lightly, and he's not wearing his red blazer. Of course. Who needs a uniform when you're Rehaan, head boy and all? He's talking to Samarth, and suddenly, his eyes land on me. Oh no. Please, no.
I gulp. Don't panic, Saher. Act natural. But my heart starts thumping like I've just run a race. Stop staring, stop staring!
He says something to Samarth—something like "side hatt"—and then he's looking right at me. Directly. His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel a strange mix of annoyance and... something else. He straightens up, turns away, and... nothing. He just ignores me. Like I'm not even there.
Idiot.
I shake my head, trying to focus. Note guy, Saher. Focus on the note guy. Not this moron. I keep glancing at the clock, willing it to move faster so I can get out of here and head to the library. Come on, bell, ring already!
And then, finally—finally—the bell rings. A smile spreads across my face, and I'm practically bouncing in my seat. "At last," I mutter to myself.
As usual, before we can leave, we all have to line up by our houses. I stand with my Red House girls, doing my usual head count. It's my job as head of the house, after all. I watch the others do their counts too—house heads, not teachers—until the students start filing out of the school gates.
