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๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜›๐˜ถ ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜›๐˜ถ ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฒ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฒ ๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฒ ๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฒ ๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข...... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Krishav Dixit:-The first time I saw her, it wasn't some grand moment-it was chaos. We collided in the school corridor, her books spilling everywhere, and as I bent down to help, I looked up and froze. Her eyes met mine, wide and apologetic, and for a second, I forgot how to speak. She muttered a soft "sorry," tucking her hair behind her ear, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. She smelled like jasmine and carried an air of calm despite the rush around us. In that moment, amidst the noise and clutter, she became the only thing I could see. Naina Singh:-When I bumped into him in the school corridor, I barely had time to react before my books hit the floor. As I scrambled to gather them, he knelt to help, and our eyes met. There was something about the way he looked at me-intense yet kind-that made my heart skip, just for a moment. I managed a quiet "thank you," feeling oddly aware of his presence, like the world had slowed down around us. It wasn't love, not yet, but there was a strange pull, a connection I couldn't quite explain ----------------------------------------------- Naina: (smiling, resting against his chest) "I could stay like this forever, Krishav." Krishav: (holding her closer) "And I wouldn't let you go, even if I could."

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