The Foreign Exchange Student

The Foreign Exchange Student

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I could feel my eyes widening, heart thumping and the sickly wet feeling of a bead of sweat sliding down my forehead, down to my ear and stopping there. I wanted to lift my hand and wipe it off, but I couldn't let go of that stupid small hope of going unseen by this six foot broad shouldered silhouette, standing beside the now open door, if I don't move. I opened my mouth to shout for help, to scream at the intruder, but nothing came out. Acting on instinct I picked up the nearest thing that came into my hand. Nothing apart from the silhouette's outline was visible under the moonlight. I watched as he slowly lifted his head and then his whole body froze. I could feel my chest heaving up and down, my breath going in and out in a broken rhythm and then I threw the apple at him. Before he could react I grabbed another one and threw it at him again. Suddenly a deep, soul shaking voice shouted, "What the heck?" *** Extended summary/blurb inside🙃 Enjoy! *** Thank you for stopping by and voluntarily stepping into this madness!! Haha -Appledip🍕 (Slow Updates) Cover made by @lane2london ©All rights are reserved by the Author, Appledip_14.
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"Mihika, I never knew someone would fight for my dreams more than I would myself," I whispered into the crook of her neck, my hand gently caressing her back to calm her trembling down, while the other hand softly tangled in her hair, easing her stress. "And I never knew someone could love me the way you do, Eshanth," she whispered faintly, pulling away from the embrace. My hands moved to her cheeks, wiping away the precious plears that streamed from her almond-shaped eyes. "Please, Mihika, stop them. You know I can't bear to see you cry," I said, shaking my head slightly in a silent plea. "I will, but only when you stop your tears too," she replied, and it was then I realized my own eyes were glistening. Yet, I couldn't let her see. I couldn't let her witness my vulnerability. She placed her slender fingers on my cheeks and whispered, "You'll be safe, won't you, Eshanth? You'll keep my Eshanth safe and loved, won't you?" How could I deny her innocent request when I knew she would be lost without me. "I will, but I need a promise, Mihi. You must love my Mihi even more than you've ever loved before," I told her. She gazed into my eyes, silently, just as she did on that precious day. Then, I felt her arms wrap around my neck as she stood on her toes. I lifted her onto my legs to make her more comfortable, wrapping my arms around her. Her head moved slightly, a silent response to my question as yes. ________________________________________ This is not just a love story; it's an embodiment of love in its most flawless form. Fictional, yet deeply real, it weaves the kind of emotions that make it more than just a tale-one that resonates with you on a personal level. ----------------------------------------------------------------

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