My Innocent Love

Chapter 4 The rarest eyes are...Beautiful

There are times when we hope things would be better and there are times when we pray desperately that they should turn better immediately because if they went in that way one more day, it would be overbearing. In my case, it was the exact case on that first day of the seventh standard when I saw Raisha stepping out of the car and bidding bye to her father. Again, with that charming smile of her.

I thought, how does this girl even put a show of solidarity all the time? What was she made up of? The past year she has been treated in the worst ways possible by everyone in the school. Of course, I had no contribution in whatsoever in making her days better because honestly, I don't know what I can do for her apart from sending silent prayers that God would show mercy upon her. I don't know if He listens to prayers as such as mine, but I tried at times when Mom used to take me to the temple. There was nothing I needed.

I had everything from a good house to good health to grades...even though, there was a lack of peace in my life, but I think more than me, Raisha deserved prayers. My mom always said that when you can't do anything for someone then just pray.

I'd rather find that entire line, a dramatic one but I don't know how when it came to Raisha, I ended up doing unexpected things including praying for her good health...and grades.

She was excellent in her approach to do self-studying in my opinion. I had a certain idea that teachers, too, disliked her because she no longer was helpful to them like the rest of us. Apart from Ms Vartika, most of the teachers avoided her especially our history teacher. I swear I hate that woman whenever she opens her big mouth.

Apart from nonsense, and favoritism I can't smell anything from her.

Anyway, so as I was saying Raisha just stepped out and she was slowly making her way inside the building. I don't know why the moment I saw her, I stopped a bit far away from her.

It was a conscious move or simply an unconscious one, I couldn't make out, but my mind said that I should wait for a little before going inside. And someone who listens to his instincts all the time, I followed it. And looks like, I was right to do so because when I rushed in, I saw Raisha was hurrying on her feet for some reason.

I wanted to shout on her to be careful and even tell her to remember that she has swelling, and she preferably can't run in that state but then I realized that she might think I was mocking her. And it was not my intention ever.

So, I dashed in her direction in fast long steps, and before she could fall, I came to the front, and wrapped my arm around her petite waist, holding her in one place. She held my bicep for support, and when I straightened her, she looked away a little shyly. Hell! Even I was shy then. Who won't? I just touched her like I had the damn right.

Little did I know then, it will be my only right in the future for which I'm gladder than I could ever say or think.

To not make the matters awkward, I commented, "If I didn't know better, I'd thought, I was your bodyguard, saving you from the fall always."

It took a minute for my words to register in her mind before she asked in a surprised tone, "You didn't tell me you saved me on the stairs last year?"

I shrugged my shoulders before we both heard the giggling girls standing a little far away. From what I remember they were from the A section; Raisha's initial class girls and now they looked at Raisha's feet as if it was a crime to wear casual shoes to the school. I swear the level of foolishness around us is beyond my understanding.

Someone should definitely remind these idiots that if they hurt their feet or ankles then they won't even walk for days let alone, attend classes.

At least, however, Raisha was, she had the guts to bear the pain and come to school and most importantly, she even beat me. I still feel that news shocked me more than surprised me because I was wondering from the past few years if someone had the potential to even do that. And I was actually glad she did otherwise, my ego would have been boosted more to think that I was the one blessed with super brains. Now, I can sit peacefully after knowing that Raisha was here to take care that I don't get any high-profile ego. But a normal one! Get the idea!