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Ziva was a quiet, thoughtful Indian schoolgirl-the kind who always sat in the second row, her hair tied in two neat braids and her notebooks covered carefully in brown paper. But lately, something had changed.
Whenever Ayansh, the boy from Class 8 with the messy hair and the warm smile, walked into the classroom, Ziva's heart skipped a beat. She pretended to look at her textbooks, but her eyes always found their way back to him-just for a moment-before she quickly looked away, cheeks turning pink.
During morning assembly, she stole tiny glances at him, hoping no one saw. And whenever Ayansh answered a question in class, Ziva felt strangely proud, as if his little victories were secretly her own.
Her friends teased her when they caught her smiling at her phone, re-reading the simple "Good morning!" message Ayansh had once sent on the class WhatsApp group. She insisted it meant nothing, but deep inside, she knew her feelings were growing stronger each day.
Ziva didn't call it love. She wasn't sure what it was.
But she knew one thing-
Her world felt brighter whenever Ayansh was near.
Want to know what happens next in Ziva and Ayansh's story?
Keep reading the book to discover how their shy glances slowly turn into something unforgettable.