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Annika scribbled in her notebook, jerking the pen for several times she threw it right in front of her as she found it useless for not working properly. Noting that the classroom was empty, she knew throwing pen would cause no harm to her.
She heard a male voice wincing in pain. Her eyes suddenly widened. She would get into some serious trouble if it was some professor, crossing her fore fingers she looked up to look who would have been there.
Her heart would rip off her shirt and soon come out of ribcage as she still gathered courage to look up. Annika probably knew if it was some teacher, she would have been standing in the principal's room till now.
Annika looked up and sighed as her eyes came across to a guy standing some distance away from her facing his back to her. He turned around with his index finger still on his forehead trying to soothe the pain that had hit him a minute ago.
"Hey" Annika whispered out as he turned to face her. Annika gulped down hard. She bit her lower lip as she got up with books in her hand.
"Hey" he spoke out a little louder than her and she felt herself drowning into his eyes. Tearing her gaze apart, she continued to walk towards him. "Annika right?" She froze on her place and slightly nodded and she looked at his dimples appearing on both his cheeks. Annika looked at him dreamily.
"How did you know my name?"
"Ahh - it's because you play basketball very well" Annika's lips curled up into a smile as she thought herself being recognised by him. Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
Being the son of one of the board of director of the college, Annika knew who he was. She had seen him play basketball at the court before. Probably from the time she had been crushing over him since a long time from now.
Annika's eyes fell onto his beautiful masculine face. Annika looked into his greenish-blue eyes deeply, her eyes travelled to his long, narrow nose and then down to his lips which were red and juicy, she was all ready to pounce over him and steal a kiss.
"Annika" she looked at him, waving his hands infront of her. She looked down, embarassed. He chuckled at her and took a step ahead. "Iamsosorry" Annika ran past him only to get collided with one of the benches.
She looked at her scattered books and pages all over the floor, taking a deep breath in, she kneeled down to pick them up. She felt his hot breath very near to her neck, driving her crazy. She slowed down, keeping her left hand onto her heaving chest was all she could manage to do.
"Sorry" she got up quickly with everything in her hands and he pressed his lips together forming them into a thin line. Shivaay shook his head and blinked his eyes waiting for her to say something back to him. But instead she turned away and ran out of his sight.
Baffled he stared down on the floor, trying to figure out what the girl was? A thunder? No, something else, something powerful which pulled him towards her. Smiling he, pulled his shirt off. He had come there to change himself when he was attacked with her pen.
