Aarav Banerjee is a mystery wrapped in silence. He speaks only when necessary, yet when he does, everyone listens. He's not popular, but everyone knows him. He's just joined junior college, though not very thrilled about it. He's not quiet, just car...
Hello guys! Very sorry for the (extremely) late update. There are a lot of glitches on Wattpad + My new academic year has begun. Things are a little hectic so updates will be slower this month.
I'll still try my best ❤️
Also, this chapter is extremely long and worth the wait. I giggled while writing and I hope you do too 🥰
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She climbs the stairs to the first floor of the science building, expecting me to follow.
I watch the gentle yet stern sway of her hips as she walks to the pillar and stands with her back to it.
She crosses her arms and glares at me—for a reason I’m not sure I’m aware of.
I stride forward and stand over her, maintaining a respectful distance.
I smirk, trying to hide my nerves.
“Happy birthday, Sethi,” I say softly, with a hint of teasing.
“You’re an idiot, you know that? Telling me you love me on the same day I almost died? Seriously?” she says, her brows scrunched furiously.
Okayy, we’re going straight to the problem. Great.
My walls break, revealing a flood of fear and regret.
“I’m sorry—” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“You’re driving me crazy, Banerjee. I’ll admit it, I’ve liked guys before, but you—God, you make me lose it.” She sighs before adding, “Did you mean it?”
It’s like my brain has stopped functioning.
“Did you say it in the heat of the moment? Like you were scared and overwhelmed, and you confused it with love?”
“No. I meant what I said. I’ve just been too afraid to say it. That day, I just—I had to say it,” I try to explain.
“You meant it?”
“I meant it,” I reply firmly.
“But you’re always blabbing about how we can’t fall in love at sixteen and how it’s just a waste of time. You’re so confusing! What I’m trying to say is that I love you too. Like, duh, the whole class knows that,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing.
“I fell for you a week after college started! I’ve had this silly crush on you for months!” she adds.
I gape at her in confusion and surprise.
“I love you,” she says firmly.
“You... what?” I breathe, disbelief painting my face with wide eyes and parted lips.
