Genre: Young adult, Comedy, Drama, Friendship & Romance.
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Welcome to "The Classy Thirteen", a heartwarming and hilarious tale of thirteen Indian friends in Strasbourg, France. This vibrant group of older teenagers, all attending the sam...
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The car was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine as we left Gravesend and headed toward London. I sat by the window, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of my dupatta, staring blankly at the passing trees. But my mind was elsewhere-stuck in that moment back at the satsang.
I didn't even know why I was thinking about Rajveer so much. It was just... the way he looked at me. His gaze felt so steady, so deliberate, like he was seeing right through me. And then, when he walked over to greet us, his voice-calm and confident-made my stomach flutter in a way I wasn't prepared for.
"Sat Shri Akal Ji" he'd said. Just two simple words, but somehow, they'd lingered.
"Still thinking about him, huh?" Ayra's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I turned to her, instantly defensive. "What? No. I'm not."
She smirked. Of course she knew. Ayra always knew.
"Oh, please. You've been staring out of that window like you're in a movie montage. Let me guess-thinking about his deep, soulful eyes? Or maybe his perfect smile?" She smirked
"Stop it," I muttered, looking away.
"Stop what? Telling the truth?" She leaned closer, her smirk widening. "Come on, Sara, that guy practically expressed his devotion for you through his eyes."
"Ayra! You're exaggerating" I hissed, my face burning. "He did not!"
"Tu maan ya na maan, par woh teri taraf hi dekhe ja raha tha. He definitely likes you." She stated.
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Why are you like this?"
"Because someone has to be," she said, laughing. "Seriously, though, you should've seen yourself. You were staring at him like he was the last slice of pizza at a party."
"I wasn't staring!" I protested, but my voice sounded weak even to me.
"Right. And I'm the Queen of England," she said, rolling her eyes. "Admit it, Sara. You were into him."
"I wasn't!" I protested.
"Fine, let's say you weren't," she said, shrugging. "Doesn't change the fact that he was definitely into you. The way he smiled at you? Girl, I was about to start planning your wedding on the spot."
I couldn't help it-I laughed. Ayra could be so ridiculous sometimes. But her teasing always had a way of getting under my skin.
"You're impossible," I muttered, shaking my head.
"And you're blushing," she shot back, grinning. "Come on, admit it. Just a little bit?"
"Chal hatt! Usne humare wahan se aane ke baad ek baar socha bhi nahi hoga mere baare me." I looked away from her.
