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This is an Indian highschool lovestory, full of love, drama, comedy, romance and more; where two school toppers,
Aarohi: the sweet and bubbly girl who always do whatever her heart says.
Akshit: the reserved and quiet boy who likes to be in his bub...
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"Good morning ma'am." I greeted Ritu ma'am, who looked a little furious. Nothing new I mean but yeah. "Aarohi Govind! Where have you been? And why have you taken so many leaves in the past few weeks?" She asked.
"Ma'am, I've been diagnosed with anemia so due to fluctuations in my health, I've taken so many leaves recently." I explained to her with the hope that she might understand.
"Oh." She replied and stayed quiet for a minute or two. "Excuse me, ma'am?" I broke the silence between us. "Yes. Well I wanted to remind you that since you are the head prefect you must take care of the events that are going to take place on and before Independence Day." She stated.
"Ma'am but-" "It's alright, you can ask a few students for help but please get it done before 14th." She stunned me with her words but what shook me more was, "And take care." She passed me a pressed smile and went towards the staff room.
As I was digesting the fact that she showed some genuine care towards me by her words, I saw Yuku with an amazed face. "That budhiya smiled at you? Tell me I am dreaming." She said.
"She really did." I replied and saw her mouth agape in surprise. "Tu toh gajab nikli re ladki!" She remarked as I shook my head and took her along with me back to the class.
(You are just amazing girl!)
"Everybody, quiet down. Today's topic would be 'early bhakti traditions in southern india'!" Mr. Verma announced as we got out our second book of 'Themes in Indian history'.
"So the earliest bhakti movements in India took place in the 6th century in Tamil Nadu and this was led by Alvars - the people who worshiped Lord Vishnu and Nayanars - the devotees of Lord Shiva..." He rambled on about the topic.
That's when I saw Yukti drawing clothes on the image of the lady Nayanar poet's figure on source 3 as I passed her a sathiya-gayi-ho-kya-tum? look. (Mind you, we were sitting on the first bench-)
First few periods were as hectic as one can ever imagine but the fact that my iron deficient soul was barely letting me stay focused during the class without getting fainted was my main concern.
"Main toh thak gayi yaar!" Yukti said while slouching back. "You have no idea how much Miss Tina, I and Jahnvi are worn out because of the dance practices." She complained.
"I can understand, behen. Waise school wala competition parso hai na?" I asked counting the days left for the program, in my mind. "Han aur woh jo Gandhi Sanstha wale field mein parade hota hai, usme dance karne ka tension alag." She sighed.
(...By the way, aren't there school competitions tomorrow?
Yes and also I've the tension to dance in the Gandhi Sanstha field)
"Hayee meri baby." I said, leaning in for an embrace. "Don't worry Yuku. You will manage to do everything and if you need any help then you can ask me." I replied and she hummed in response.
