Pehli Barish, Pehla Pyaar

Pehli Barish, Pehla Pyaar

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It's a short story. Dedicated to every rain lover who has ever dreamed of someone falling in love with them while they were lost in the rain. Let's dive into the story of Kratav and Dhara! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ⋆ 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑳𝒊𝒕. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒙 𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 ⋆ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time I reached, the rain had started properly and my white T-shirt was completely soaked. I stopped the bicycle near the entrance, my breath uneven. And then I saw her. Standing right in the middle of the ground with her head tilted up towards the sky. Her eyes were closed, feeling the rain drops falling on her skin and I couldn't blink. What if she'd disappear? I was fine... until her lips curved into a breathtaking smile, and all the oxygen was knocked out of my lungs. "Dhara." I whispered, breathless. At that moment, nothing else existed. Just her.
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♡ [ Update Schedule ] ♡ Monday • Wednesday • Saturday • Sunday ♡♡♡♡♡ Welcome to our classroom, also known as the "Battlefield of Boys vs Girls." Here's the rule: Girls sit on one side. Boys sit on the other. No talking, no smiling, no "accidental eye contact," because apparently if you say hi to a boy, boom-congratulations, you're "in love." So yeah, silence keeps the drama away. At least it did- until he walked in. The transfer student. The same boy who used to bully me in 1st and 3rd grade, steal my crayons, and call me "Loud speaker." Now he's back, sitting across the room, smirking like karma personally invited him. Of course, I'm not the type to stay quiet. So now it's prank vs prank, insult vs insult, and chaos vs me trying not to throw a chair. But somewhere between all the roasting and revenge... things got weirdly romantic. I swear I don't like him. (It's just that his stupid smile keeps showing up in my brain uninvited.) So yeah-this class has rules. And we're about to break every single one of them... for love.

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