𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀
Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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Everything was fine today, even though we lost the competition. Miss Ragini is still proud of us.
Now we're having a campfire.
What a great way to de-stress after months.
Students were given tasks, and I also have to retrieve some cushions and comforters.
I went to the store room to get the necessary items.
Where are the both stupid clowns? They both always vanish whenever I need their help.
I walked to the corner of the room and noticed many racks. Among them, the middle one had a carton.
Then my eyes landed on My Ruh.
The sunlight coming through the slightly open window made her brown hair shine.
She was struggling to reach something.
"Shorty!" I exclaimed with a chuckle.
She looked at me, giving a hard glare, rolled her eyes, and went back to her work.
She made a cute attempt to jump, but her hands were too short.
Haaye! She is so adorable!
She then found a small stool to reach the carton on top of the box.
I rolled my tongue inside my cheeks, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
It was time to annoy her!
She huffed in frustration and tried to jump, but nothing happened; her arms were just too short.
Aww, cute!
Eww when did you start using these type of words, Vihaan. I shook my head to remove all those cringe words.
Then she spotted a small stool. It didn't help much since she was still too short to reach the carton on the shelf. She tried to stand on her tiptoes, stretching as high as she could, but she was about to fall.
I rushed over, grabbing her arm to stop her from falling.
"Gosh, Ruh, why are you trying to become Spiderman, be careful otherwise you will fall" I exclaimed, trying to help her get the carton.
She was stuck between me and the shelf, and I could feel her breathing fast. She froze, not moving an inch.
The moment I held her arm, a surge of emotion ran through me. The space felt suddenly small, and the air seemed thick.
I took the carton and placed it on the side table.
"Done," I said.
She jumped down from the box and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Thank you," she said, turning away. Her voice was slow and melodious, making me feel calm and at peace.
