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🂱 Arhaan's pov 🂱
Sometimes, I feel pathetic for the love I harbor for her. The way she makes me feel is unlike anyone else electric yet not rushed. A single brush of her hand against my skin and everything else woukd just crumble away.
And the adoration, the love flows naturally from within. The devotion is as clear as the stars, I'd rearrange the cosmos for her if she so much as uttered the word. There isn’t a single part of her that I could ever turn away from. She could commit a million faults and a million crimes, and I would still look at her with such fondness and ardent affection.
She’s mine, a privilege I wish she could graciously bestow upon me. Mine to love and cherish, mine to shower with utter worship and praise. Mine. No one else’s.
"I love you..."
It comes so easily to me, rolling off my tongue as I gaze at her. The words leaving a sweet taste on my lips, igniting a craving for more.
"I love you, trésor," I whisper again, looking straight into her eyes this time. I bend down to kiss her cheek, and the crowd erupts in shocked gasps.
Oh right, I forgot mention that we were on the stage, taking our diploma.
"Arhaan?" she whispers back, shock evident in her raised brows.
I shrug. So what? We've graduated; what could they possibly do? Suspend me? As if. I’m just kissing my girl, claiming what’s mine for the world to see.
Smirking, I lean closer, my hands gently gripping her waist as I bend her backward kissing her, holding the graduation cap as it covers out face, casting a shadow across Inayah’s face.
Her breath hitches before she melts into the kiss. I can hardly believe this is me Arhaan, from five years ago who wouldn’t dare think he could make Inayah Sharma melt. Well, Inayah Malhotra now.
I can’t help but smile as she breaks off the kiss, her cheeks flushed as she fixes her dress. The crowd erupts in hoots and gasps at this display of affection. I suppose no one would have guessed that we, once academic rivals, have become.....acquaintances?
The hooting intensifies, and I roll my eyes, annoyed. It’s not that big of a deal.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Inayah blushing with embarrassment, These imbeciles are making her feel uneasy and suddenly, I’m filled with a primal urge to scoop out their eyeballs with a spoon, maybe shove a coin underneath their eyelids and tape them eyes shut.
But Instead, I glare at them until their voices die down, holding Inayah's hand, helping her off the stage. I catch Mrs. Gupta smiling at us as we descend, and I can’t help but return the gesture. Deep down, I know she’s been rooting for Inayah and me.
As soon as we step off the stage, Inayah turns and glares at me.
