Arushi stepped into her new classroom, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. The familiar faces of her old classmates were nowhere to be seen, as they had been assigned to different sections.
As she scanned the room, her eyes met Bhavan's, his piercing gaze captivating her attention. Arushi felt an inexplicable jolt but quickly looked away, focusing on finding an empty seat.
Bhavan, on the other hand, was struck by lightning. The moment he saw Arushi, he felt his heart skip a beat. Her bright smile and sparkling big eyes left him breathless.
She spotted her neighbor from the same locality, Rukmini, and decided to sit beside her. Little did she know, Bhavan was sitting right behind her.
"Hey, Rukmini! How's it going?" Arushi asked.
"Hey, Arushi! I'm good. Nervous about this new class, though," Rukmini replied.
Bhavan, sitting behind Arushi, couldn't help but steal glances at her. He was captivated by her laughter and energetic demeanor.
As the teacher introduced herself, Bhavan's gaze remained fixed on Arushi.
During the free period, Arushi and Rukmini joined a group playing games.
"Hey, want to join?" a classmate asked Bhavan.
"Sure," Bhavan replied, sitting down beside Arushi.
As they played, Bhavan's hand brushed against Arushi's.
"Sorry," Bhavan said, his face flushing.
"No worries," Arushi replied with a smile.
"By the way, what's your name?" Arushi asked.
"Bhavan Thakur," he replied.
"And yours?" Bhavan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Arushi Agrawal," she replied.
As the days turned into weeks, Arushi and Bhavan's classmates began to bond over games and conversations during the free period. A close-knit group formed, consisting of Arushi, Rukmini, Ananya, Shruti, Bhavan, and Rohan. They sat together, shared laughs, and explored their new class.
Bhavan's heart skipped a beat whenever Arushi spoke or laughed. He found himself lost in her presence, unsure how to express his feelings.
Arushi, oblivious to Bhavan's emotions, enjoyed his company, valuing their budding friendship.
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