He can ignore her.....
But not the flutter in his heart.
Hate to Love
She fell first, he fell harder.
The arrogant, rude, quiet yet the most handsome 𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃, a college student did not give two fucks for anyone until and unle...
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SHRAVANI
Sitting beside Isha di we were watching the football match which was taking place today and it's a final match, almost all the sports were won by our team except some
This was the last match left and then we would get two days holiday for Krishn Janmashtami
We were sitting in a first row where the medical team is said to take seat, I was dressed in black jersey with black jeans and a white coat above it, haa white coat, they are love and give proud feelings to doctors
While Isha di was dressed in blue jersey as she was in the team of vulture and their dress code was blue, with a white coat and cream coloured jeans
"It's so boring here" I spoke with a pout while Isha di nodded chuckling, it's only two of us here as others were in the medical room, I can see aarushi and aarthi sitting on the first row, I couldn't spend a lot time with them since I became his assistant
I hate him for that
I opened my bag to take out my pink coloured water bottle with a cute bear 🧸 picture on it, this was taken by me, aaru and aarthi, while aaru has a grey colour and aarthi has a cream colour. We found it cute and decided to take it by ordering. It was idea of aarthi, yup that girl is obsessed with pinteresty things just like me while aarushi cringe at it but due to our force she took it anyway
There was loud gasp by everyone and I looked up from my bottle to find Ekaansh on the ground? Did someone push him? Oh no, I and Isha di walked towards them while the players helped him to sit on the ground, I felt my heart drop looking at the wound on his elbows and a scratch on his left cheek while his forehead was bleeding slightly
"Aap theek hai" I asked as we were now treating his wounds, his cheeks scar was not deep but a light brush but his forehead was heavily bleeding on which I had put the cotton pressing it to stop the blood flow, but this man had zero expression on his face like always
(Are you okay?)
"Hmm" he hummed and leaned back while I started treating the scar on his cheeks with cotton still pressed on the forehead, his eyes were closed as he sighed. His musk spicy cinnamon fragrance sent tingling sensation to my stomach. His scent was seductive, sweet yet spicy, the fragrance of black pepper mixed with cinnamon did something to me making me feel dizzy
He opened his eyes slowly and his deep blue ocean met with my dark eyes making my heart skip a beat, this was the first time to seem him, his eyes from this close waking up the butterflies
I treated his wound on the forehead averting my gaze from his when I felt my cheeks hot knowing very well that I am blushing for God knows what
