Castle of Dreams

Castle of Dreams

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Lying by the banks of a nearly dried up Gomti river stands the majestic campus of the acclaimed boarding school La Martiniere College which we shall refer to as "Mart". This once was the citadel of the French revolutionist Claude Martin that went on to becoming a boarding school which runs on till date. During the British occupation of India, Mart came under siege during the mutiny of 1857 which a handful schoolboys along with their teachers helped defend firing musket balls, rocks and some dung from the battlements upon the mutineers. It is said that the battle was so intense that it can be compared to the likes of David & Goliath and a duel in the sun. The reason being the boys used the sun to their advantage which shorn into the eyes of the mutineers & they rained rocks on their heads with slings and catapults. I too was a student at this prestigious school founded in 1845 as a day & boarding institute for local and out station students. I was a boarder here like a lot of others and this was my home away from home. The boys in the hostel were like my brothers even though we didn't share the same bloodline and the teachers were like extended family some even closer. We could share our thoughts, secrets, fantasies & even play a prank or two on them without fear of retribution. This however did not mean we didn't know where to draw the line. This story takes you on a mischievous yet magical journey of me at Mart.
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His rich, velvety voice sent thrills down my spine as he spoke my name. His intense, mesmerising gaze focused on mine, making it impossible to look away. As he drew me closer, his powerful arms wrapped around me, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. The aroma of his fragrance, a seductive blend of spice and musk, filled the air, making my heart race and my senses whirl. It's as if every aspect of him is intended to captivate and enchant me, keeping me completely entranced. Release me," I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up as I stubbornly avoided his gaze. He let go like he had forgotten to do so. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. I fiddled with the hem of my sleeve, pretending I was calm, while secretly screaming inside. Why is he just standing there? Say something, idiot! Finally, he broke the silence. "So, why were you ignoring me?" he asked in low, almost accusing. "Why would I ignore you?" I lied without flinching, acting like innocent. But he wasn't buying it. "I saw you," he said, stepping a little closer. "You ducked behind a door like you were dodging bullets. You thought I wouldn't notice?" Ugh, busted. I rolled my eyes. "Maybe I just didn't have any reason to confront you," I replied, crossing my arms as a shield against how close he was now. He leaned in slightly, smirking, "Oh, but you had plenty of reasons to hang around those guys at the swimming pool, huh?" he shot back. "I was just... talking," I said defensively. "It's called being social. You should try it sometime instead of lurking around like a spy." He chuckled, "Lurking? Please. I was just passing by. I was surprised when I saw you laughing with those guys like you were starring in some rom-com." I refuse to back down. "And what if I was?" I challenged. He didn't flinch. Instead, he tilted his head with a mock-thoughtful expression. "Then I guess I'd have to remind you... there are better options around " he said, tapping his chest casually.

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