˙˚ʚ 𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ᰔᩚ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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In the bustling corridors of a lively Indian high school, amidst the chaos of classes we find Meera Sharma, is the kind of girl who seems ordinar...
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So here I am, standing in front of Lakhsya's house, feeling my heart race for no reason at all. The bell rang the second I pressed it, and as the gate opened almost instantly, I froze, my hand still hovering in the air.
I hadn't even pulled it back. And there he was-Lakhsya, poking his head out with a grin, his eyes locking with mine. That familiar flutter in my chest made me forget to breathe for a second.
His smile was bright, like it had the power to light up the whole world, and as he opened the door fully, I finally saw him. A simple white T-shirt and brown joggers, his hair tousled just enough by the breeze, giving him an effortless charm.
His eyes sparkled, and I couldn't help but marvel at how someone so casually dressed could still manage to look so... breathtaking. Every time I see him, even in the most ordinary moments, I find myself captivated. The way he exists is enough to take my breath away.
I love these moments, these quiet, unspoken ones. There's something about Lakhsya that draws me in, makes me want to explore every facet of him. His laughter, his quiet intensity, his moments of passion-each side of him feels like a puzzle I'm desperate to solve.
I want to know it all. Sometimes, I imagine a world where it's just the two of us, away from everything, away from responsibilities. A world where we could just... be. No expectations, no interruptions. Just me and him.
"Meera?" His voice snapped me back to reality. I blinked, noticing the way he was waving his hand in front of my face, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Where are you lost?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with curiosity.
Without thinking, I replied, "In you."
His smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping as he bit his bottom lip-an action so subtle, yet it had my eyes instantly dropping to his lips before finding his gaze again.
His eyes glinted with amusement as he asked, "Shall we go inside? Maybe then we can get lost in each other for real."
He bent down slightly, taking my hand in his, the warmth of his touch spreading through me like a calm, gentle wave. My breath hitched as we walked inside, his fingers entwined with mine. The house was quiet-too quiet. The kind of silence that makes you hyper-aware of every little sound.
As we moved toward the living room, I couldn't help but ask, "Where are your parents?"
"Dad's at work, as usual. And Mom... she's gone to visit a friend. She won't be back until the evening," he said, his voice casual, but I felt a rush of heat rise to my cheeks as the realization hit me. It was just... us. Alone. In his house.
He noticed my brief pause and, squeezing my hand, asked softly, "Does that make you uncomfortable?"
I shook my head, giving him a small smile. "No, it's okay. I trust you."
