The Last Goodbye,

Harry's eyes were fixed on the letter in his hand, the words dancing before him. "My posting came in another city. I have to leave now," he said, his voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and sorrow.

Janvi, sitting across from him, looked up from her book. "So, what? Why are you telling this to me?" she replied, her tone masking her true emotions.

He hesitated before speaking, "I know this will not affect you."

"Yes, not at all," she replied, her words laced with a hint of bitterness. "One of my enemies is reduced now."

He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. By the way, you know I'll miss how you get irritated by my teasing."

Her face flushed slightly. "Shut up! Stop reminding me of that."

He leaned closer, studying her carefully. "Huh, wait a minute, are you crying?"

She quickly wiped her eyes. "No, not at all."

"Stop fooling around; your eyes are welling up," He said softly.

"It's just... something trash in my eyes, I think," she replied, her voice quivering.

"Stop it, Janvi. I know you're crying. Let's cry together for the last time," he said with a warm smile.

"No! Don't say that," she replied, her tears flowing freely now.

Harry gazed into her eyes, his voice trembling. "I'm in love with you, Janvi."

Her heart skipped a beat. "So, why didn't you say it earlier?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and longing.

"Because I was scared," He confessed. "What if you rejected me? I was always teasing you, making fun of you. I'm sorry. But now, as I'm leaving, I just wanted to confess it."

She sighed, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, I will reject you, and now also, just leave. Go where you want to go."

He nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Oh, okay, as you wish. Goodbye forever," he replied,

As He began to move away, Janvi couldn't let him go without expressing her true feelings. "Wait!" she called out, her voice trembling with emotion.

He turned back, his eyes locking onto Janvi's. In that moment, a thousand unspoken words passed between them. They closed the distance between them, their hearts racing.

With a surge of courage, she whispered, "I love you."

His eyes softened, and he whispered back, "I love you too, Janvi."

Their lips drew closer, the tension between them now thick with desire. Just as they were about to kiss, Harry pulled Janvi's face away and gently kissed her neck, his lips lingering there.

She gasped at the unexpected sensation, a rush of pleasure coursing through her. "Harry," she murmured, her voice filled with longing.

He looked into her eyes, his voice husky with desire. "I wanted to do that for so long," he confessed.

Her heart raced, and she whispered, "Why didn't you?"

He smiled, his fingers tracing a path down her cheek. "I was scared. Scared of losing you."

Their unspoken desires and the intensity of their connection hung heavy in the air. But with a heavy heart, Harry pulled away, leaving Janvi behind, their shared moment etched in their memories—a moment that marked the beginning of a love story they both cherished.

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