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I like you
She left for school with chapstick on, a little unnoticeable perfume and a folded skirt. Her gait is excited, it's friendship day, she has a beautiful card hidden in her Maths textbook. She plans to give it to her crush, her senior, who is her hero, her prince charming, the most eligible suitor. Often she smiles and controls her fluttering butterflies in stomach. Her friends know her sweet secret but dissolve it in their giggling and soft nudges. Their mischievous eyes want to know the climax of this non started, not too long, one sided love story.
He comes, his disheveled hair make his tiny face more attractive, his lean built with loosely tucked shirt makes him look like a bollywood college hero. She can see him in slow motion (She always sees him like that) She has her Maths textbook in her hand awaiting right time. The bell rings, the break is over, he is surrounded by his friends talking excitedly about some upcoming game. She moves towards him, her friends peeping from the stairway, hushing at each other.
She moves near him, her soft excuse me excuse me is not audible until a random friend notices her and signals the gang to quiet down. She moves ahead cautiously, there is pin drop silence. She faces him, he is tall, her heart is pounding and almost out. She stutters, "Hi Drishya, this is for you.". The bright pink envelope with little blue hearts comes out of the textbook. The boys howl and hoot and disappear. They are alone now.
Drishya is not shocked, he knew she liked him. He took the card and said thank you with a smile. Her face threw a wide grin, exposing her braces. She looked at him fixedly until she heard the footsteps of discipline incharge and hopped like a kid. Drishya went back to his class +1D, his gang howled again, he gave them a dismissive look and settled on his desk and carefully kept the card in his chemistry textbook.
That evening, after his PCM tuition, he opened the envelope and found the cute scribblings of Ananya for him. He smiled, wrote something on a note of paper, folded it and placed it in the same envelope. The next day they met at the same point and Drishya handed the envelope to Ananya. Faint howling was heard somewhere.
Ananya ran to girls washroom, locked her cubicle and opened the envelope. The note fell down, she picked it and read silently, "Hi Ananya! I don't like you, I like your class mate Aditi, can I have her number? "
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He comes, his disheveled hair make his tiny face more attractive, his lean built with loosely tucked shirt makes him look like a bollywood college hero. She can see him in slow motion (She always sees him like that) She has her Maths textbook in her hand awaiting right time. The bell rings, the break is over, he is surrounded by his friends talking excitedly about some upcoming game. She moves towards him, her friends peeping from the stairway, hushing at each other.
She moves near him, her soft excuse me excuse me is not audible until a random friend notices her and signals the gang to quiet down. She moves ahead cautiously, there is pin drop silence. She faces him, he is tall, her heart is pounding and almost out. She stutters, "Hi Drishya, this is for you.". The bright pink envelope with little blue hearts comes out of the textbook. The boys howl and hoot and disappear. They are alone now.
Drishya is not shocked, he knew she liked him. He took the card and said thank you with a smile. Her face threw a wide grin, exposing her braces. She looked at him fixedly until she heard the footsteps of discipline incharge and hopped like a kid. Drishya went back to his class +1D, his gang howled again, he gave them a dismissive look and settled on his desk and carefully kept the card in his chemistry textbook.
That evening, after his PCM tuition, he opened the envelope and found the cute scribblings of Ananya for him. He smiled, wrote something on a note of paper, folded it and placed it in the same envelope. The next day they met at the same point and Drishya handed the envelope to Ananya. Faint howling was heard somewhere.
Ananya ran to girls washroom, locked her cubicle and opened the envelope. The note fell down, she picked it and read silently, "Hi Ananya! I don't like you, I like your class mate Aditi, can I have her number? "
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