HER CRUSH. HIS CONFESSION

~chapter7~

Listening to the teacher's words, Bhumi's heart stopped. She looked at Pranjal who was looking chilled. He looked at her and found her stressed, but coincidentally he knew the reason behind her fear and pale face. He patted her shoulder to took her attention, "don't worry kuch nahi hoga, jo hoga acha hoga" [don't worry, whatever will happen, it will be good], He said and she looked away, and muttered, "mera jeevan jhand hai or yai aadmi or jhand kar raha hai" [my life is already spoiled and he spoiling more] her voice was too low that he barely listen to her,

"Maine kya kiya ab? Main toh motivate kar raha hu na bs" [I'm just motivating you] he said and Bhumi slapped her forehead as she didn't want him to listen her, "Mat karo motivate, already meri idhar phati hui hai" [don't motivate me, I am already scared] Bhumi yelled at him in worry and looked away, her hands were getting cold in the thought of exam,

Looking at her, Pranjal thought of leaving her alone, so he stood up and sat along with Rishab. After teacher went out of the class, she drown into the depression of upcoming exams, when her eyes went on the Pranjal who is not studying but just looking at her with concern in his ocean eyes,

Sometimes she just wants to drown in those eyes and never wanna come back again. His eyes is the first thing she fall for, then she fall for his nature but now she is falling for him everyday, day seems too long, in fact she fall for him in every single minute,

He felt uneasy when he looked at her in tension, so he stood up and went to her "itna depression?" His voice was soft and contains hint of playfulness,

[this much depression?]

"Pranjal, maan nahi hai abhi baat karne ka" she exclaimed slowly,

[Pranjal, I am in no mood of talking]

Pranjal, "Toh, har waqt tumhari marzi chalegi?"

[So, your wish will prevail all the time?]

Bhumi, "Hnn chalegi" she put her head on the desk,

[yes it will].

"Chup, bilkul chup" Pranjal roared at her with loud voice, making her flinch,

[shut up just shut up]

"Mere ko dar lag rha hai pranjal, agar marks nahi aaye, or agar mei fail hogyi tohh?" she cried, in tension,

[I'm scared if I fail or I get less marks in it?]

His gaze softened "Nahi hogi fail, I know you" he comforted her,

[you will not fail]

"Kal ka annual function ho jaye, fir hum sath mei padhai karege thik?" he said, and she nodded,

IN ANNUAL FUNCTION:

BHUMI'S POV:

I was in the trial room when I changed my clothes and looking at myself in the mirror when I heard the click sound. I looked at Pranjal from the mirror. He was wearing White Three piece suit with white shirt and red tie. The colour of his tie matches my gown. He is looking perfect in this attire, my eyes didn't want to leave his sight even for a second. I drooled over his veiny hands that were hidden behind the full sleeves of Coat. He is lucky that he is a guy. In this cold weather of February , he can wear layers beneath his clothes, but here, I have to wear this sleeveless gown that will freeze me. But the good thing is that I will get plenty of photos of mine,

Our dance is a couple dance and our performance is first in the row, so I already told him that after the performance I will not see another performance but I will go home with my mother and sister. My father never came to these types of School functions, so my mother and sister came up.