𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore ne...
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This whole chapter is about the past
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5 years ago...
{ Nahella: 13 & Rutvik: 15 }
It was an incident from five years ago when I was a 13-year-old eighth-grade student, and my senior, Yash Devraj, was an 18-year-old twelfth-grade commerce student at my school.
Yash was well-known throughout the school because his father, Mr. Hardeep Devraj, who had recently been appointed and selected as the new Home Minister of India.
We first met one day when I was returning home on our school bus. Usually, Yash was picked up from the school gate by his bodyguards and escorted to his car, but that day, he decided to take the bus with his friends.
I was seated when he and his friends took the seat in front of me. As the bus made its stops, dropping students off at their homes, he casually started a conversation with me- just the way a senior would talk to a junior. No harm.
After that day, whenever we crossed paths in school, he would smile and greet me. It seemed really harmless. I respected him as a senior because he was much older than me by age and class wise.
Over time, I began to see him as a great person, and we became good friends. I even started calling him by his first name.
He had an older sister who is one year older than him, Eshika, he used to always talk about her, and one day, he took me to his house to meet her. She was one of the sweetest people I had ever met- born blind with vitiligo skin, which looked incredibly beautiful on her skin. Eventually, even Mr. Hardeep Devraj grew close to me and my family.
