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Soo....here I'm back again...after a whole eternity. *yawning* thoda bohot busy thi main. Ofcourse, I was sleeping guyz. Sweeties, you got a busy author!! *yapping* 🤭
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AANYA'S POV

Another day, another season of troubled life. Yes, troubled as I call it. How can a life be not troubled when you gave loads of assignments left to be attended, bone-breaking, limb- paralyzing rehearsals, and mostly a person whom I want to throw out of my classroom?

MR. FRUSTRATION SINGHANIA.

I was pulled out of my mental blabbering by a known voice, "Aanu? Have you seen Riddhi?"

"No, she was right here few minutes back."

Guess what? Riddhi Aggarwal, my Riddh got an admirer, AARAV MALHOTRA.

Indeed, a good boy.

"But we have practice now also where is Yash bhaiya? Today's the final rehearsal", Aarav was looking tensed up slightly.

"Missing her?", I smirked as he mock glared.

"With whom am I speaking?!", he rolled his eyes.

"Well you know, more the time Yash Oberoi will be missing, more will my limbs be happy", I said dramatically sighing.

"What about my Ridd-, sorry ", he almost spelled out "my Riddhi". Cursing himself, he ran away before I could even tease him. Bad luck, I missed a chance.

His face was indeed flushed out of embarrassment.

Lol. These teenage admirers.

All the while I knew someone was giving me death stares. What is this boy's problem? After that day, he started acting more rude.

I went to converse with the other dancers to avoid his gazes.

Seriously, where is Yash and Riddhi? I thought. She won't be in the classroom now, she isn't here too. Where the hell is this girl? Is my baby in any trouble?

She will break through them if stuck by any, right?

Sherni hain woh meri.

RIDDHI'S POV

"Why can't you just accept the truth? Why not my feelings? Don't you care how I feel? You may think it's all teenage things but I real-"

"However, whatever you feel I can't accept that. Sorry...."

"What?! If you don't want to you have to", Yash gripped my wrist as I turned to leave.

"Bhai-"

"Yash, it's Yash and not bhaiya", he clenched his jaws.

I was indeed nervous. For the first time I was in a situation like this with one of my seniors.

"Leave me. You better leave me", I tried to jerk away his hand only to end up with his grip tightening.

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