Harsha : "Come in."
He said, not even bothering to look up from his work. He was wearing a white shirt with navy blue pants, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. "Okay, not bad," I thought, even though he looked hot. Not that I woul...
It was 6 PM when I stepped in to the college, wearing my red saree. My heart raced with nerves and tension as I recalled the silly agreement my friends and I had made. We had decided to wear nice outfits without revealing what we were wearing to each other. I knew it was a dumb idea, but here I was, committed to it. As I walked through the college gate, anxiety bubbled inside me, and I frantically scanned the crowd, searching for my friends.
It was my farewell day, and I felt a bittersweet mix of happiness and sadness. As I recalled the memories—like the times we bunked classes and played around—I was lost in thought when suddenly, a gasp pulled me from my reverie. I turned around, my heart racing, to see my friends Cherry and Booch Thomas standing there with eyes wide open.
Cherry: "Oh my God, is that you, Akshu?"
she exclaimed, gasping in disbelief.
Booch Thomas:"Wow, you look beautiful!"
Akshu : "You guys look gorgeous too!"
I said as they looked absolutely stunning in their outfits. Of course, we didn't match at all; the three of us ended up wearing completely different outfits that somehow perfectly matched our individual vibes!
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By the way outfit akshu wore
The farewell party started, and we mingled with our remaining friends, chatting about how these four years had flown by in the blink of an eye. We took so many pictures and shared stories about how mischievous we had been with some of our teachers during our time together.
As I chatted with someone, I felt someone boring their eyes into me, and I knew exactly who it was. Despite that, I chose to ignore him. He had just entered the college an hour after the party started, but I focused on my friends, laughing and enjoying the moment. Still, the weight of his gaze lingered on my back, sending a shiver down my spine.
Cherry nudged me as he entered—the one and only Professor Mr. Harsha Vardhan, the devil of my life. I couldn’t believe he was here, and the annoyance bubbled within me. Just my luck to have the most infuriating man show up at my farewell party.
I shot a glare at Cherry, but she just turned away, laughing with Booch Thomas, completely unfazed.
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