kiana_mishraaa
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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 & 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - The Innocence Of Teenage Love
She was seventeen, with a heart full of dreams and her eyes set on the Indian Army. She was disciplined, determined, and always seemed to have everything under control.
He was fifteen, her cheerful junior with messy hair, round glasses, amber eyes, and a heart that quietly chose her long before she ever noticed.
She was busy chasing her dreams. He was busy finding little ways to make her smile.
He couldn't buy her expensive gifts, so he made her things with his own hands. He couldn't solve all her problems, so he simply stayed close enough to remind her that she wasn't alone.
And she never knew that the boy who smiled at her in the corridors was also the anonymous reader who read every word she secretly wrote about him.
Two teenagers. Two hidden identities. One innocent little love story neither of them was quite brave enough to name.
Because sometimes teenage love isn't about grand promises.
Sometimes, it's a stolen glance during morning assembly, a samosa and a bottle of Frooti, a handmade bracelet, a name secretly written into every chapter, and a boy quietly wishing to be the reason she smiles.
She was seventeen.
He was fifteen.
And perhaps, they were simply too young to understand love
but old enough to feel it.