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My Very First Love 💞chapter 1
"Happy Birthday dear"
I turned back to see him behind me.
His hair have grown long and he had done some work out. He have changed a lot from the last time we saw each other except his smile. His lips formed that familiar lopsided smile, which I adored once. Seeing him stand in my room...
The pink wallpaper which faded to peach. The grandfather years old furnitures and the lights decorating my room for my birthday helps to highlight him a lot.
He stand out as usual. His hight dominating people around him.
and his aura draws eyes on him like before...

4 years ago
"We are really early today .The college haven't opened yet" I sighed softly. My bestie is a person who believes in going early. she thinks that earlier the better. Punctuality doesn't mean being on time but rather going early than the time. Because of her weird theory me and Rita suffer getting up even before the sun does. "Nayana, If you want to sit and wait for the handsome 100 year old security guard, feel free to do so. but we have a different taste, right Krista? " Rita says.
"If you want to see the handsome guys, you can go to the ground. The sports department have their morning exercise now" Nayana counters back.
"Really! K let's go " Rita jumps up and down with excitement.
Rita is a new addition to our pair making us a team of three. She is pretty with her big eyes ,pale face and long thick hair. She is the shortest of us but the prettiest of us. And she knows it too. Her list of boyfriends and exs are longer than the 'to do' list every moms gives her girl.
She pulls us to the back gate to go to the ground.
As Nayana predicted, the sports department are having their morning exercise.
"This much sweat and hormones make my head go dizzy"Rita lay her head on my shoulder.
"Oh really? " a voice come from the side. A male smooth voice with a husky touch.
I turned around suddenly and went straight into him. I back out and and look up to his face.
"Hai, there " said the owner of the face with a lopsided smile.









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