this is the first chapter of "TUM HI TUM".

I am a new writer here so there will be so many grammatical mistakes... So please correct me if you find any mistakes.

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At Singhania's Residence

Under the warm glow of the evening, the sky is painted in hues of amber and lilac, casting a dreamy glow over the world. The gentle breeze from the balcony carries the sweet fragrance of blooming jasmine, mingling with the distant laughter of children playing in the background. The rhythmic rustling of leaves adds a serene melody to the tranquil moment.

In this idyllic setting, Priya sits cross-legged, her colorful sundress billowing gently around her like a living canvas splashed with vibrant hues of sunset and spring. The soft fabric catches the light, shifting in playful ripples that mirror her effervescent spirit.

A carefree grin graces her lips, lighting up her entire face as her bright brown eyes dance with mischief and unrestrained joy. They gleam like molten honey, reflecting the golden hour's magic. As she scrolls through her phone, a sudden burst of laughter escapes her, light and melodious, blending seamlessly with the evening's symphony. Her wavy, sun-kissed hair bounces around her shoulders, catching the last rays of the setting sun, each strand kissed with a golden shimmer that enhances her radiant aura.

Her phone buzzes occasionally with notifications, but she is in no rush, savoring the moment like a cherished melody. She pauses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she records a quick voice note, her tone animated and brimming with excitement. Every word she speaks is colored with a warmth that feels like sunlight filtering through leaves.

A playful gust of wind lifts a few stray strands, making her squint slightly against the sun. But even then, the joy never leaves her face. She tilts her head back slightly, eyes half-closed in delight, as if savoring the simple beauty of the evening—completely at ease, a soul unburdened, basking in life's little pleasures.

"Priya! Beta, it's six o'clock now. Stop scrolling through your phone and take this to Ansh's room," Kiran called out, her voice carrying a blend of patience and gentle authority.

Seated comfortably on the plush sofa, Priya barely looked up from her screen, still engrossed in the steady stream of memes and messages flashing across her phone. The soft glow from the device reflected in her bright brown eyes, but the moment her mother's words registered, she let out a small sigh and stretched lazily.

Kiran, standing by the kitchen counter, handed her a plate of freshly cut fruits. The sweet aroma of ripe mangoes and crisp apples mixed with the lingering evening air, making it evident that this wasn't just a casual request it was a routine.

"Ansh has been studying for the past three hours straight. He needs this," her mother added, her tone firm but affectionate.

Without protest, Priya stood up, smoothing out her swirling sundress before grabbing the plate. She wasn't one to argue over small chores, especially when it involved her elder brother. As much as she teased him for being a bookworm, she admired his dedication.

Balancing the plate carefully, she made her way up the wooden staircase, her anklets jingling softly with each step. The warm hues of the evening filtered through the corridor windows, casting long shadows along the walls. As she neared Ansh's room, she could already sense the air of deep concentration that always seemed to surround him, quiet, disciplined, and utterly lost in his world of books.

Taking a deep breath, she raised a hand and knocked twice before pushing the door open.

In a quiet, dimly lit room, Ansh sits at his sturdy wooden desk, a lone sailor navigating the vast ocean of his physics textbooks. The warm glow of his study lamp pools over the pages like a small lighthouse guiding him through the sea of complex theories.

His dark hair is a tousled mess, waves crashing onto his forehead, a telltale sign of the long hours spent poring over equations and diagrams. The flickering light catches in his deep brown eyes twin embers burning with determination as they trace the intricate lines of a circuit diagram, as if trying to unlock the universe's hidden rhythm.

A thin sheen of concentration glistens on his forehead, tiny droplets of sweat forming like morning dew not from exertion, but from the sheer weight of unraveling physics' mysteries. His brow is furrowed, deep creases forming like the ridges of a well-worn map, guiding his thoughts toward understanding. His lips are slightly pursed, holding back an unspoken question, or perhaps shaping the answer to one he hasn't yet fully formed.

He leans forward, a coiled spring of focus, his body perfectly balanced between relaxation and tension ready to absorb, to question, to discover. One hand cradles the book like a precious artifact, while the other hovers over his notebook, his pencil a sword poised for battle. Occasionally, he chews on the end of the pencil, as if tasting the thoughts forming in his mind, a quiet habit of a thinker lost in the depth of his own reasoning.

The desk around him is a battlefield of crumpled papers, each one bearing the scars of trial and error scribbles, equations, sketches, the aftermath of his relentless pursuit of knowledge. A pair of reading glasses rests beside him, abandoned in the fray, their smudged lenses proof of the long war between focus and fatigue.

The only sound is the whisper of paper as he turns a page, the soft rustle like the gentle breeze of a turning tide. Though the room is silent, it hums with his concentration, a quiet symphony of thoughts weaving through the air, wrapping around him like an invisible cocoon. In this moment, nothing else exists only the unbroken connection between him and the universe he seeks to understand.

Then, a knock at the door light, yet unmistakable. A ripple in his still waters. Priya

"Bhaiya! Mumma ne fruits bheje hai," Priya called out, standing hesitantly at the door, waiting for permission to enter.

Without looking up from his book, Ansh responded in his usual calm tone, "Theek hai, rakh do table pe. Mai kha lunga."

Priya walked in, carefully placing the plate on his desk. But before stepping away, she swiped a piece of apple from it and popped it into her mouth. With a playful grin, she plopped down onto his bed, tucking her legs beneath her.

She watched him for a moment, her bright eyes scanning the cluttered desk filled with books, notes, and scribbled equations. Her curiosity got the better of her.

"What are you studying?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Ansh, finally glancing at her, gave a small smile. "Physics."

Priya frowned, chewing on the apple slice. "Is it too difficult, Bhaiya?"

Ansh leaned back slightly in his chair, tapping his pencil against his notebook. "Bas thodi calculations hoti hain," he said in a reassuring tone, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Priya let out a dramatic sigh, flopping backward onto the bed. "Pata nahi mera kya hoga kal!" she groaned, her expression filled with worry.

Ansh chuckled softly at her theatrics, shaking his head before looking at her with the same composed warmth he always carried. "Everything will be fine. Don't stress over it."

Priya turned her head towards him, her brows knitted together. "But Bhaiya, 11th grade is tough na? Everyone says Science stream is like a battlefield!"

Ansh smirked, setting his pencil down. "It's only tough if you let it be. Think of it like solving a puzzle, you just need patience and the right approach."

Priya sighed again but this time with a small, thoughtful nod. "Easy for you to say, genius Bhaiya."

Ansh chuckled. "Maybe. But you'll get the hang of it, Priya. Just take it one day at a time."

His words, steady and unwavering, settled the nervous flurry in her chest. She smiled at him grateful, reassured. Even in the storm of textbooks and numbers, her brother always had a way of making things seem just a little easier.

SSuddenly, the sharp trilling of a phone ringing cut through the quiet hum of the room. Ansh's phone, still plugged in at the other end of the room, buzzed insistently.

Priya, ever the helpful (and nosy) little sister, sprang up from the bed, her sundress swaying as she made her way toward it. Just as she reached the screen, a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes.

"Ugh, not him again," she muttered under her breath, her lips curling into an impish smirk. The caller ID read Ruhaan Malhotra, Ansh's childhood best friend and, in Priya's opinion, the most annoying person on the planet.

Without a second thought, she swiped to answer. Holding back a laugh, she took a deep breath and then  "HELLLOOO!!!" she bellowed into the phone, exaggerating her voice into a deep, croaky bass.

There was a stunned pause on the other end before Ruhaan's confused voice crackled through, "Hello? Teri awaaz ko kya hua be?! Phate hue bass ki tarah kyun aa rahi hai?!"

Priya bit her lip, suppressing a giggle before replying in the same raspy tone, "Nahi toh! Sahi toh hai."

Ruhaan scoffed. "Priya?! Tu hai na, pakka?!"

Priya smirked, tapping her fingers against the table. "Acha sunn, kuch important baat karni hai, Ansh ko bol mere ghar aa ja abhi," Ruhaan said, his tone suddenly serious.

Priya rolled her eyes dramatically. "Nahi, bhaiya abhi so rhe h" she declared with absolute stubbornness.

"Kya?! Kyun?!" Ruhaan sounded personally offended.

"unki marzi!" she shot back, grinning. "Chalo, phone kaato ab." And before he could argue, she triumphantly hung up.

Still grinning, she turned back toward Ansh, who was watching her with an amused yet exasperated look.

"Kiska phone tha, Priya?" he asked, already suspecting the answer.

Priya flashed him her cutest, most innocent smile and chirped, "Koi spammer tha, bhaiya! Maine socha, thoda uska bhi mazak bana du!"

Ansh shook his head, laughing under his breath. "Tum na kabhi nahi sudhrogi."

Priya just twirled on her heel, still smirking. "Aur kabhi sudharna bhi nahi!" she quipped, plopping back onto the bed, satisfied with her little prank.

The doorbell rang sharply, echoing through the house. Priya, munching on a chip, groaned and dragged herself toward the main door. As she peeked through the peephole, her lips curled into a devilish grin.

Standing outside, looking mildly irritated, was none other than Ruhaan Malhotra.

SLAM!

Without a word, Priya shut the door right in his face.

A second later, the doorbell rang again more aggressively this time.

"PRIYAAA!" came Ruhaan's voice, muffled through the door.

Inside, Ansh, still at his desk, raised an eyebrow. "Who's at the door?"

Before Priya could answer, Ruhaan's exasperated voice rang out from outside "Tera dost! Apni behen ko bol darwaza khole!"

Priya stifled a laugh, but Ansh just sighed. "Priya, let him in na, baar-baar kyun pareshaan karti ho?"

Priya turned to face her brother with the most innocent expression she could muster. "Bas aise hi... maza aata hai!"

Rolling his eyes, Ansh shook his head, "Tum sudhrogi nahi!"

Priya, still smirking, dramatically pulled open the door. "Aree, aaiye dadaji! Aapke kadam hamare gareeb khaane mai padh rahe hain!" she announced with a fake reverence.

Ruhaan shot her a withering glare before storming inside. "Tujhse naach bulwana chahiye! Jitna natak karti hai, saara world tour complete ho jaye!"

Ignoring her, he turned to Ansh. "Bhai, tujhe bula raha tha, tu aaya nahi, mujhe laga pair toot gaye hain tere!"

Ansh frowned. "Huh? Kya bakwaas kar raha hai?"

Ruhaan smirked sarcastically. "Ji ha, prabhu! Aap ghar se nahi nikal rahe the toh mujhe laga aap ke pair toot gaye hain! Toh maine socha main hi darshan dene aa jaun!"

Ansh blinked, completely unimpressed. "Pagal hai kya?"

But before Ruhaan could explain further, both of them turned to see Priya, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, gleefully munching on her chips, shaking with silent laughter.

It took them precisely two seconds to put the pieces together.

"PRIYAAAA!" Ruhaan bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at her. "Ye sab tere dimaag ka dahi tha!"

Priya, unfazed, casually licked the cheese dust off her fingers. "Oh? apko abhi samajh aaya?"

Ruhaan's nostrils flared. "Ruk! Aaj to tujhe main chhodunga nahi!"

And with that, he lunged toward her.

Priya yelped and sprang off the sofa like a cat. "AAAAA... MUMMYYYYY! BACHAO! YE DANAV MUJHE MAAR DAALEGA!" she wailed dramatically as she dashed into the kitchen.

Kiran, who had been chopping vegetables peacefully, turned in confusion. "Arey, kya ho raha hai yahan?"

Before she could get an answer, Ruhaan came charging in behind Priya. "AUNTY, HAT JAIYE! Aaj isse achhe se sabak sikhana hai!"

Priya dodged behind her mother like a shield. "Mummaaa! Inhe rok lo, warna aaj aapki beti rehne layak nahi rahegi!"

Kiran blinked, looking between the two, utterly lost. "Par hua kya hai?!"

But Priya had already taken off again this time running straight toward Ansh. She clung to his arm for dear life, peeking from behind him.

"BHAIYAAA! Bacha lo warna aapki hone waali LUGAI mujhe maar dalegi!" she cried dramatically.

Ruhaan skidded to a halt, his eyebrows shooting up. "LUGAI?!"

Ansh blinked, confused. "Huh??"

Priya, still hiding behind her brother, smirked. "Haan! Ruhaan bhaiya toh aapse aise chipak ke rehte hai poore din, jaise ek acchi biwi apne pati se chipakti hai!"

Ruhaan gaped. "TUJHE LAGTA HAI MAIN ISE BIWI KI TARAH CHIPAKTA HOON?!"

Priya grinned. "Bilkul! aap dono ek dusre ke bina reh nahi sakte! aap dono ki dosti dekho, ek dusre ki awaaz suno... log na sochenge, 'pyaar ho gaya dono ko!'"

Ansh, suddenly feeling deeply uncomfortable, scrunched his nose. "Priya, chi! Kaisi baatein kar rahi hai !"

Ruhaan dramatically pointed at Ansh. "OOOO! MAIN STRAIGHT HOON, THEEK HAI?! MUJHE LADKIYAN PASAND HAIN!"

Ansh nodded furiously. "Haan, mujhe bhi isme koii interest nhii h !"

Priya, refusing to let go of her fun, tilted her head. "Toh phir aap dono hamesha ek dusre ke saath chipke kyun rehte ho?"

There was a dead silence.

Ruhaan turned to Ansh. "Bhai, isko rok warna ye humari shaadi karwa degi!"

Ansh groaned. "Priya, bas karo ab!"

But Priya wasn't done yet. Smirking, she folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Bolo bolo... jawab do!"

Ruhaan huffed. "Jawab ye hai ki tu ja aur apni padhaai kar! Bakwaas band kar apni!"

Grabbing Ansh's wrist, Ruhaan dragged him toward the door. "Bhai chal, iski bakwaas sunne se accha hai koi aur important kaam kar lein!"

As they left, Priya sighed dramatically and clasped her hands together. "He Bhagwaan! Meri hone waali bhabhi ko in dono ko sambhalne ki shakti dena!"

Ansh and Ruhaan turned at the same time to glare at her.

Priya just blew them a kiss and skipped away, her laughter echoing through the house.

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At Mishra's residence.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of lavender and gold, a girl stood on her balcony a delicate silhouette against the fading light. The evening air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of earth and jasmine, whispering secrets of the night. A gentle breeze played with her long, flowing hair, making it dance around her shoulders like silk threads spun from moonlight.

There she stood...

"ADITI MISHRA."

Leaning against the cold wrought-iron railing, her gaze was lost in the endless expanse before her. The distant horizon held onto the last embers of daylight, a silent farewell painted in hues of fire and longing. Slowly, the vibrant colors surrendered to the deepening indigo of night, a reflection of the quiet storm brewing within her memories rising like ghosts from the past, weaving their way through her thoughts.

She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the night air, letting it settle inside her like an unspoken promise. A bittersweet ache clung to her heart, a reminder of battles fought in silence, of wounds that no one could see. But tonight, beneath the vast canopy of stars, something shifted within her.

A vow. A promise to herself.

She would no longer let the shadows define her. She would paint her story with hues of resilience, strength, and compassion. The past was but a chapter not the whole book.

As the night wrapped around her like an old friend, Aditi felt a flicker of hope kindle within her a soft but steady light, reminding her that no matter how dark the past had been, she had the power to shape the dawn.

A sudden tap on her shoulder made Aditi jolt slightly. She turned around, her brows knitting in surprise, only to find the familiar, comforting presence of her elder sister, Samaira.

"Kya hua, Adu?" Samaira's voice was laced with concern, her eyes scanning Aditi's face as if trying to read between the lines of her silence.

("What happened, Adu?")

Aditi forced a small smile, shaking her head. "Kuch nahi, didi... bas yunhi soch rahi thi." Her voice was calm, but her eyes told another story.

("Nothing, sister... I was just thinking.")

Samaira crossed her arms, raising a skeptical brow. "Phir se wahi sab soch rahi thi na?" Her tone was gentle yet firm, unwilling to let Aditi brush it off so easily.

("You were thinking about the same thing again, weren't you?")

Aditi sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor as she leaned against the railing. "Kya karu didi? Baar baar sab kuch samne aa hi jata hai." Her voice carried the weight of something unspoken, something unresolved.

("What can I do, sister? Everything keeps coming back to me again and again.")

Samaira softened. She knew Aditi too well knew the burdens she carried, the ghosts of memories that refused to fade. Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around her younger sister, holding her in a reassuring embrace. "Sab theek ho jayega, Kanha ji par bharosa rakh."

("Everything will be fine, have faith in Kanha Ji.")

Aditi didn't say anything, just nodded against her sister's shoulder, drawing quiet strength from her warmth.

Breaking the hug, Samaira clapped her hands together, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Chal, kahi bahar chalte hain! Mind fresh ho jayega."

("Come on, let's go out somewhere! Your mind will feel refreshed.")

Aditi hesitated for a second but then gave a small nod. "Haan chalo, waise bhi mujhe kuch books aur stationery ka samaan lena hai."

("Yeah, let's go. I need to buy some books and stationery anyway.")

Samaira groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Tujhe aur kuch soojhta bhi hai padhai ke alava?" She lightly smacked Aditi's head in a playful scolding.

("Do you even think of anything other than studying?")

Aditi grinned, rubbing her head. "Nahi!" she said with a sheepish smile, her innocent expression making Samaira burst into laughter.

("Nope!")

And just like that, the air between them lightened, the shadows in Aditi's heart momentarily pushed aside by the warmth of sisterly love.

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At market

"Ansh, who had been growing increasingly impatient, narrowed his eyes at Ruhaan, his frustration evident. "Arey bhai, bata toh sahi kya baat karni thi?" His voice carried a mix of annoyance and curiosity as he tried to get his friend to talk.

("Bro, at least tell me what you wanted to talk about?")

Ruhaan, however, continued to play it cool, a smug smile teasing the corners of his lips as he deliberately ignored Ansh's pressing questions.

Ansh groaned, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Tu bol raha hai ya main wapas jaaun?" His tone now carried a warning edge, making it clear that he was done with Ruhaan's antics.

("Are you going to talk, or should I just leave?")

And just like that, Ruhaan finally broke into an excited grin. His eyes lit up with an energy that was hard to miss as he practically bounced on his feet. "Papa finally maan gaye bhai!!" He nearly shouted, unable to contain his enthusiasm.

("Dad finally agreed, bro!!")

Ansh, who had been expecting something serious, frowned in confusion. "For what?"

Ruhaan took a deep breath, savoring the moment before delivering the news that had been making his heart race. "To join the football team!"

Ansh's reaction was instant his face lit up with surprise and sheer joy. "Kya baat kar raha hai bhai?! Sach mein?" His voice was a mix of disbelief and excitement, his previous irritation forgotten in an instant.

("Are you serious, bro?! Really?")

Ruhaan nodded eagerly, the pride evident in his eyes. "Haan bhai! Ab kal seedha jakar apna naam officially de dunga Vishal Sir ko." His voice was steady but carried the weight of a long-awaited dream finally coming true.

("Yes, bro! Tomorrow, I'll go straight to Vishal Sir and give my name officially.")

Ansh let out a low whistle, shaking his head with an impressed smile. "Bhai, tu toh chha gaya!" He patted Ruhaan's shoulder, genuinely happy for him.

("Dude, you nailed it!")

For a moment, both boys just stood there, a sense of celebration hanging between them. The evening air buzzed with their unspoken excitement Ruhaan's long-standing wish had finally been granted, and Ansh, as his closest friend, couldn't have been prouder.

Amid their playful banter, Ansh's attention began to waver. His gaze drifted over the lively market, momentarily detached from Ruhaan's excited chatter. That was when he saw her.

Aditi.

She wasn't just another face in the crowd she was a vibrant stroke of color against the otherwise mundane canvas of everyday life. There was something effortlessly captivating about the way she carried herself, an infectious energy that seemed to dance in the air around her.

Her chestnut curls, wild and free, cascaded past her shoulders, catching the golden hues of the evening sun. The gentle breeze toyed with the strands, making them sway like silk ribbons in the wind. Bright, expressive hazel eyes scanned the shelves of the stationery stall, filled with a childlike enthusiasm that was almost magnetic. She moved with an ease that was both graceful and carefree, her delicate fingers tapping the wooden counter absentmindedly as she admired the vibrant display of patterned notebooks and shimmering gel pens.

She wore a breezy, floral-printed short kurti, the soft pinks and greens blending seamlessly with the hues of the bustling market. The light fabric swayed with her movements, but it was her radiant smile warm and unguarded that truly made her stand out. It was the kind of smile that could brighten even the dullest corners of the world.

As she reached out for a whimsical notebook adorned with unicorns, a burst of laughter escaped her lips light and unrestrained. The sound cut through the usual hum of the marketplace, ringing in the air like the delicate chime of wind bells.

For a fleeting moment, everything else faded. The noise, the crowd, the hurried footsteps it all blurred into the background. There was just her, lost in her own little world of colors and creativity, and him, captivated from a distance.

Unconsciously, Ansh found himself drawn to her. There was something about the way she interacted with her surroundings so unfiltered, so full of life that made him long to step out of his disciplined shell, just for a moment, and be a part of that world she carried within her.

Aditi, completely unaware of the silent observer, turned slightly, her gaze flickering across the crowd. And in that instant, her hazel eyes locked with his.

Ansh felt his breath hitch.

It was brief barely a heartbeat long but in that one glance, there was something unspoken. A spark. A moment suspended in time. Before he could make sense of it, she looked away, vanishing into the sea of people, leaving behind a strange, lingering feeling in his chest.

Ruhaan, who had been mid-sentence about his football plans, suddenly noticed his friend's complete lack of response. Following his line of sight, he smirked knowingly.

"Oho... tu toh bilkul ghur raha hai!" he teased, nudging Ansh playfully.

("Ohho... you were totally staring at her!")

Ansh snapped out of his trance, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear his thoughts. "Chup kar! Main bas... dekh raha tha." He mumbled, but the slight redness creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him.

("Shut up! I was just... looking.")

Ruhaan's smirk widened. He wasn't letting this go so easily.

As they climbed onto Ansh's bike, Ruhaan leaned back, arms crossed. "Toh bhai, kya scene hai?" He asked, feigning casual curiosity.

("So bro, what's the scene?")

Ansh frowned. "Matlab?"

("What do you mean?")

Ruhaan's grin turned mischievous. "Matlab yeh ki aaj aapki nazar uss ladki par kaise chali gayi? Woh bhi itni der tak?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

("I mean, how did your eyes land on that girl today? And for so long?")

Ansh scoffed, trying to play it cool. "Kuch bhi mat bol. Bas waise hi nazar pad gayi." His grip on the bike handles tightened slightly, hoping Ruhaan wouldn't press further.

("Don't talk nonsense. My eyes just happened to fall on her, that's all.")

But Ruhaan was Ruhaan. And he knew his best friend far too well to let it slide.

"Aankhein padi ya dil gir gaya?" He smirked, tilting his head in mock seriousness.

("Your eyes just fell on her, or did your heart fall for her?")

Ansh groaned, rolling his eyes. "Chup kar... Kuch bhi mat bol ab tu." But despite his protests, he could feel the heat rising to his face.

("Shut up... don't say anything now.")

And that was all the confirmation Ruhaan needed.

Grinning like a devil, he burst into song, his voice full of teasing mischief.

"Ho gaya hai tujhko toh pyaar sajna... lakh karle tu inkaar sajna... hai ye pyaar sajnaaa..."

("You've fallen in love, my dear... deny it all you want, my dear... but this is love, my dear...")

Ansh shot him a sharp glare. "Chup ho ja ab tu, warna yahi phek ke chala jaunga tujhe!" He threatened, revving the bike dramatically as if actually considering it.

("Shut up now, or I'll throw you off right here!")

Ruhaan held up his hands in mock surrender, barely containing his laughter. "Theek hai, theek hai! Nahi gaa raha! Kaisa zamaana aa gaya hai Bhagwaan, log gaana bhi nahi gaane dete!" He sighed theatrically, shaking his head.

("Okay, okay! I won't sing! What kind of world is this, God? People don't even let me sing anymore!")

Ansh shook his head, unable to stop the small smirk tugging at his lips. But as much as he tried to push it aside, one thought kept circling his mind.

That fleeting moment. That stolen glance. That girl with the bright eyes and laughter like music. And the undeniable fact that, for the first time in a long time, something or someone had made his heart race....

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