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"Aapko baarish pasand nahi hai raani sahiba?"
"Bohot pasand hai." I smiled softly as we walked on the pavement and rain in drop of treasure.
"Kyun?"
"It's pretty." I smiled back at him as I looked at the rain from the shadow of the umbrella.
"It's pretty?" He asked in question as he paused and something in his eyes seemed to change.
I nod as we reach closer to the entrance of the building now under the shade offered by the concrete above as Shyam closes his umbrella and steps under the shade with me. We stand there watching the rain get worse. Or rather, better.
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Charvika Rajpurohit was a girl of few words but multiple thoughts. Having been through difficult situations in her life already at the age of just 17, this Indian classical music prodigy has herself going to a prestigious school in the loud city of Jaipur. Having been homeschooled her whole life, she's neither ready for school, nor for the loud gazes of Padmavati International School.
Shyam Rathore had a heart of gold with a witty personality and teasing smile that had everyone unable to dislike him. Prone to trouble and yet a keen maths enthusiast, he had the balance one didn't think could exist. He talks to just about anyone and everyone without any hesitation until she shows up.
When their worlds collide in classrooms, corridors, and stolen moments between lessons, sparks fly in ways neither expects. A slow-burn connection, subtle gestures, and stolen glances set the stage for a story about music, hearts, and the moments that change everything.
But life has its way of turning things around for the pretty or in their case, for the ugly.