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We all met up for the discussion session, and I found out at the last minute that our plans had changed.
This individual competition become a team.
Gosh too much work.
I decided to stay in the team which Tanya chose, because I didn’t want to interact with the other classmates.
It’s not that I’m rude, I just feel more comfortable with Tanya. I wanted to be with her.
Just bestie things.
We worked on our strategy and finished up. Miss Ragini gave us instructions for tomorrow and warned us not to be late.
Also since Vani is new so, she will be in our team, but I hope she will join us and not feel alone.
I tried to focus on my books, but the guy sitting next to me was a distraction.
Gosh why did he have to wear White shirt.
Looking hot.
Freaking hot.
When he rolled up his sleeves, his veiny hands caught my attention.
I want my fingers to trail through his veiny hands feeling every single inch.
I felt the whole zoo of butterflies dancing in my stomach.
His slightly messy hair made me want to run my fingers through it and feel its softness.
The white shirt made him look even more dashing.
Wait.
I shook my head at my own thoughts.
‘Ruhanika, you’re being shameless. Why are you acting like a desperate teenager?’ I mentally scolded myself.
‘Hey, you idiot brain, stop releasing so much dopamine and oxytocin. Save those hormones for future use,’ I scolded my brain.
My brain mentally rolled its eyes at me.
Yes, Ruhanika, don’t think like this. It’s just your hormones making you feel this way about him.
He was so focused on his work that I could only see him out of the corner of my eye.
As I tried to avoid thinking about him, I glanced up and noticed Yash looking at me intensely.
Did I do something wrong?
He looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and then shook his head with a silly smile.
I was confused but decided to focus on my work.
Suddenly, I felt his hand brush against mine.
I felt a quick jolt of electricity run down my spine, making me feel jittery.
Can a millisecond touch really make you feel like a whole bunch of butterflies are erupting inside you?
A few hours later, as we were about to leave, I heard Vihaan’s voice, “Ruhanika, do you want to go with me?”
He called me ‘Ruhanika,’ not ‘Ruh.’
I got a habit of him calling me ‘Ruh,’ and it felt somehow weird.
I pouted, not really listening to his question.
“Ruhanika…” he said more loudly, waving his hand in front of me.
“Hnn?”
“Were you lost in my thoughts?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows with a teasing smile, coming back to his original and one piece personality.
“No, my mind is too valuable to waste my precious thoughts on some random chimpanzee,” I smirked back at him.
‘But he is not some random chimpanzee he is your personal and favorite one,’ my mind teased me.
And like I ignore the Peas in Pulao, i respectfully ignored my brain’s stupid comments.
He raised his eyebrows.
“I won’t go. I’m going with Tanya. Thanks for asking, though.”
“But Kunal bhai asked me to take care of you. I can’t leave you alone,” he said, stepping closer.
“You don’t need to-“
“You’re coming with me.
End. Of. Discussion,” he said firmly, grabbing my hand and dragging me along.
Did he think of me as a suitcase, always dragging me around?
He finally managed to get me outside.
“Okay, Ruhanika, which way do you want to go, the long way or the back alley?”
He again said Ruhanika.
Now my name is feeling foreign from his mouth.
I preferred the back alley and started walking that way.
I took out my phone to message Tanya that I wouldn’t be able to join her.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him just as a car sped past.
I hadn’t realized how close I was to being hit.
My heart raced as he held me tightly, his chest against my head. I could feel his heartbeat fastened as he took a deep breath to calm himself. He checked me from top to bottom for injuries, his expression turning angry as he scolded me.
“Are you blind or what? Can’t you see where you’re walking? What if something had happened to you?”
I stood there, looking down.
“Now why are you looking down, the floor is that much interesting, I am talking to you” he said but I couldn’t meet his gaze.
He seems angry.
He sighed, took my bag off my shoulders, and started walking ahead.
I followed him like a lost kitten.
I felt bad about his scolding.
Even though I don’t like him, but still it stings my heart, he had never raised his voice at me like that before.
He walked ahead, clearly angry.
I quickened my pace and tugged on his sleeve.
He stopped and looked at me with a questioning expression.
“What?” He said rudely.
“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be more careful in the future. Just don’t be angry with me,” I mumbled, fingers nervously tugging at the hem of my sleeve as I looked down, avoiding his gaze.
He came closer, put a strand back of my ear, place his index finger under my chin, and lifted my chin to meet his gaze, and said, “Who said I’m angry with you?”
His gaze met mine, the sunrays falling, making his dark brown eyes look like melted chocolate kissed by golden light, a little too intense, a little too teasing, like he knew exactly what effect he had on me.
My stomach flipped, my breath hitched, and somewhere between the curve of his lips and the warmth in his eyes, I forgot how to function for a second.
“You scolded me in front of everyone, so you must be angry,” I said trying to step back because of proximity between us.
“Ruh, I can never stay angry with you. I just get scared when I think something might happen to you,” he explained while brushing baby hairs.
Finally he called me Ruh.
Only i know how much my heart flutters, when he called me Ruh.
I nodded and promised myself to always be careful on the roads.
“Now say sorry for scolding me in front of everyone,” I said, pretending to be angry.
He chuckled and said, “Maafi chahta hu, kya is handsome ladke ko maafi milegi?”
(Do you forgive me? Will this handsom person be forgiven?)
I laughed at his dramatic expression and placed my hand on his head lightly patted and said,”Mil gyi maafi aapko”
(You’ve been forgiven)
We started walking when he suddenly said, “Wait a minute, Ruh. I’m coming back.”
He ran off and came back ten minutes later with his hands behind his back and a silly, sweet smile on his face.
“Where did you go?” I asked, curious.
He cleared his throat and handed me a bouquet. I looked at him and said, “You want me to hold this for you? you seem so weak that your hands are hurting from holding this?”
He closed his eyes and then looked at me, saying, “It’s for you, Ruh.”
“For me?” I asked while curling my index finger, pointing to myself.
He nodded cutely.
“Why?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Oh, come on, why are you interrogating me like I’m a criminal? I just wanted to give it to you,” he said, offering the bouquet.
It was full of white flowers, each type of white flower, beautifully arranged and wrapped in shiny pastel brown paper with a ribbon around it.
“No, my parents taught me not to take things from strangers,” I said, just to tease him.
“What? Are you serious? Am I a stranger to you?” he said, shaking his head dramatically.
He looked funny and cute.
“Yeah, what if you mixed in something harmful fragrance that I will inhale, so you could win the competition and be first?” I said, hiding my laughter at his expression.
He looked incredulous.
He turned away, and I burst into laughter.
“Accha, Won’t you give it to me?” I said.
He turned back, smiled shyly, and handed me the bouquet.
“It’s so beautiful,”, I said, smelling the different scents of the flowers.
The mix of smells was so nice that it felt like I was lying on a bed of flowers, surrounded by their sweet fragrance.
Holding the bouquet to one side, I ruffled his hair and said, “Good job. It’s the first time you’ve done something nice instead of annoying me.”
His ears and cheeks turned pink.
Is he blushing?
Naah.
Why would he be?
I started walking, and he walked beside me.
“By the way, why this?” I asked, touching the petals of the flower on the side.
“Hmmm, you said last night that you like white colour, so I got this bouquet,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked.
My heart raced. Did he really give me this bouquet because I like white colour?
Okay, calm down, Ruh, breathe just take a long breath and calm your freaking heartbeat.
But why?
Isn’t he the one who hates me?
Is giving flowers to an enemy a new trend?
“And I didn’t know your favorite flower, so I asked the uncle to add one flower of every kind,” he said, turning around to face me as he walked backward.
I can feel every emotion evoking me inside.
“And stop dreaming so much. The truth is, uncle’s shop hasn’t been doing well, so I bought this bouquet to help him out. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I gave it to you,” he added with a squint.
I chuckled.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say” I replied as we reached my home.
He opened the gate and gestured towards the entrance dramatically. Like a gentleman.
I shook my head at his antics and went inside.
He left as I turned and said, “White orchids.”
He turned back and said, “Hnn?”
“White orchids are my favorite flower,” I said.
He smiled slightly, and I closed the gate behind me.
I was greeted by my brother, who looked at me with a questioning expression.
“Who gave you this bouquet?” he asked.
I gulped.
It’s not usual for me to receive flowers, so he was clearly surprised or mostly shocked.
“Haww, did you go on a date and use the extra class as an excuse?” he said dramatically, covering his mouth.
“No, Bhai, it’s not like that,” I said nervously.
“Then why is it like this?” he asked.
“Ah, just a cute and lovely chimpanzee gave it to me. Now bye, I need to pack,” I said.
Bhai was still thinking about the chimpanzee.
“I’ll break the legs of that chimpanzee!” he yelled as I quickly went upstairs and closed the gate.
Bhai and his allergy to me being close to any boy, when I was in primary school, he even threatened every boy who approached me.
He thought boys would hurt me and make me cry, and he couldn’t bear to see me cry.
I smiled, set the bouquet aside, and gently removed each flower. I carefully arranged them in a vase with water to help them stay fresh and bloom longer.
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NEXT DAY-
I woke up, took a refreshing shower, and had breakfast.
I double-checked my bag to make sure I had packed everything, as I’ll be in Lucknow for four days.
I also reviewed the notes Vihaan gave me, just in case I need them.
Despite being prepared, I still felt a bit anxious, this anxiety will stick with me until this competition ends.
Tanya, Vihaan, and I planned to go together, but my brother, being my brother, decided to drop me off.
As a result, I arrived at school a bit late.
When I got there, the teachers were busy checking students’names and arranging the seating on the bus.
I found Miss Ragini and said, “Good morning, ma’am.”
She replied, “Good morning, Ruhanika, Now go to bus number 4, that’s your class bus,” while she continued checking the list.
I nodded and got on the bus, noticing that everyone was already seated, so I must have been late.
I wanted a backseat of bus.
Because why not, the backseats of the bus are love.
I saw Vihaan, and our eyes met, he waved at me.
I noticed an empty seat where he had put his bag on rest.
Did he save it for me?
But Yash and Sid were sitting behind. Ahh, why will be, it’s a coincidence.
Or maybe he definitely wants to annoy me.
I was about to move, just then, a girl, I think her name is Meera, walked past me and said, “I’ll sit here with you, Vihaan,” and took the seat.
Yash looked at the scene and called out to me, “Ruhanika, here’s an empty seat. Come sit with us,” so I sat with Yash and Sid behind Vihaan’s seat.
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