Sitaran_souls
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- Parts 11
Because first love is never perfect, only unforgettable.
She was chaos in sneakers, clumsy, loud, and heartbreakingly honest.
He was silence in uniform-disciplined, distant, and always watching from the shadows.
She turned every drama into poetry.
He made stillness feel like home.
In a world of morning assemblies, surprise tests, and lunchbox secrets, Trisha and Mahin found a love that wasn't planned... just felt.
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She turned to him and whispered. "And... do you see me?"
He didn't hesitate, his voice was quiet, calm. "I do. Every piece. The way you fight, the way you smile, the way your laughter makes chaos feel like home... I've noticed all of it. I've always noticed you. And I... I'm not going anywhere. You're mine in ways even words can't touch."
Trisha's eyes glistened. Her hands trembled slightly. "Even... if I'm a mess?"
He smiled softly as he looked at her and said. "Especially then. You, all of you, are what I've been waiting for. Every piece. Every flaw. Every heartbeat. That's where I belong."
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This isn't just a story.
It's your old classroom. Your first crush. Your teenage heart-rewound.
Come, relive the madness, the innocence, and the magic of growing up.
Because some memories deserve one more ride. 💫
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