𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀
Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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As I walked into Prisha dii's room, she was going through her cupboard and holding a dress in her hand.
"Ruhii, this is the only small size I have. You can wear this, I'm sure it will fit you. Don't worry, I haven't worn it before. I actually ordered it, but the size was wrong, and the return date already passed," she said, and I smiled as my headache started acting up again.
I quickly saw that Prisha Di had already prepared some warm water for me. I am grateful for her.
I hurriedly took a shower and wore the dress Prisha Di had given me. It actually fit me, though the sleeves were a little long, but I could manage.
I came out of the room, and I saw Prisha Di was already drying her hair with the dryer. I hesitated, but she just signaled for me to come.
"I can do it, Dii," I tried to protest, but she replied, "No worries, I'll do it. Besides, Mom asked me to help you," and she continued drying my hair.
As she dried my hair, my mind wandered to the park, where I had confessed. I still couldn't believe I had told him. Since then, I've been feeling so happy. I never thought I would be able to do it, but I did.
It was the most beautiful moment of my life.
I knew I would never forget it.
He looked extremely charming today. For me, he's the most charming guy I've ever seen.
As dii finished drying my hair, my eyes landed on a gift on the desk. I remembered that Vihaan had asked dii to put it on his desk, but in her haste, she had placed it there.
I noticed the first page of the gift was drenched. I sighed, realizing it was ruined.
"What happened, Ruhii?" Prisha Di asked.
"I made this for Vihaan, and now it's ruined," I said, looking at the damaged page.
"Hmm, you know he will still accept it and keep it safe in his locker, so don't worry," she said with a smile.
I smiled back, but it didn't quite reach my eyes.
"Hmmm, you can still fix it," she said. I looked at her in surprise.
"Wait," Prisha Di stood up and went to her drawer, pulling out some fresh pages.
"Let's make it together," she said as she cut the paper. I carefully took out the damaged page from the scrapbook, being careful not to ruin the other pages. Prisha Di carefully removed the stitching and attached the new pages, handing them to me.
I smiled at her and thanked her for her help.
We worked together to fix it, and now it looked perfect.
"Look, it looks perfect! I'm sure my Vihu will treasure this for the rest of his life," she said with a smile.
