Love Between The Lines

Introduction

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She was pure energy-always in motion, unpredictable and unstoppable. Illuminating every room she entered. She couldn't be pinned down, her mind constantly racing, ideas flashing like supernovas. Always a step ahead and ready to set everything ablaze in her path.

He flowed like a steady stream-quiet, deliberate, and impossible to disturb. His presence was cool and calming, though beneath the surface ran deep currents of thought. His words were few, but each one carefully chosen, his movements smooth and purposeful.

When they meet, it was like lightning striking the calmest sea, her vibrant energy crackling against his quiet depths. A spark flew between them, a charge neither could deny. What begins as a clash of wills soon transforms into an irresistible pull, a blending of forces that neither could control nor resist.

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Kanika Joshi (17)

I don't chase perfection, it's the imperfect moments that make life beautiful.

Samarth Ahuja (17)

People are unpredictable, messy in their interactions. I prefer equations-at least they make sense.

Kanika & Samarth

Biology had no answer for why her heart raced whenever he was near, and physics couldn't explain why time seemed to stop whenever he looked into her eyes.

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"Kanika," I called softly, sliding my physics book across the table towards her, "read these lines."

Curious, Kanika leaned in and read aloud, "Like poles of a magnet repel each other while opposite poles attract." She looked up, her brows raised in mild confusion.

"You understand the meaning of these lines, right?" I asked, my tone playful but with a hint of seriousness.

She chuckled, "Even a sixth grader could understand that, Samarth."

"Sure," I replied, voice dropping slightly, "but do you understand what's between the lines?"

She tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "What's between the lines?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned in just a little closer, "When two magnets are close, their like poles push them apart, always trying to keep their distance. But hidden underneath, there are opposite poles... pulling them together, drawing them in. It's a force that's always there, quietly working beneath the surface." My words softened as I let the weight of them sink in. "And it's not just about magnets..."

"Not just about magnets?" Her voice wavered, the hint of confusion deepening. "I-I don't get it."

"Of course you didn't," I muttered under my breath. "How could I forget your... adorable IQ level?"

Her sharp ears caught it, and her eyes narrowed. "Wait, what did you just say?"

I grinned. "Nothing. Just appreciating how unique your thought process is."

She crossed her arms, glaring. "Uh-huh. You're not as sneaky as you think, Einstein."

"Thank you," I shot back smugly. "Considering how great a physicist Einstein was, I'll take that as a compliment."

Her lips curved mischievously. "You know, Einstein had crazy hair too." Before I could react, her hand reached out, ruffling my hair. "See, now you're halfway there already."

Her laughter filled the air, light and infectious, a sound I could listen to forever. As she tossed her head back, her hair fell across her face, obscuring her eyes. I couldn't help but smile at her antics.

As the laughter faded, she caught her breath, still smiling. "But seriously, I still don't get what you were saying earlier. About magnets and... whatever that was."

I leaned back, watching her thoughtfully. "You will." My voice softened, almost a whisper as I reached over to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Someday."

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