An Innocent Crush ?

Dhruv strolled out of his room, heading towards the study room with a faint smile on his lips. As he pushed the door open, his eyes instinctively searched for a particular seat... only to find it empty.

Frowning slightly, he scanned the room with his brown eyes until they settled on the individual.

Kiara, engaged in laughter with another girl, noticed Dhruv's gaze on her. Finally acknowledging him, he raised his eyebrows. “Kiara, I've mentioned your permanent seat is at the front. Why are you seated there?” he asked, slowly making his way toward her.

She simply pouted, crossing her arms. "I don’t want to sit in the front."

"When you don't understand something, don't come and say, 'Sir, I didn't understand,' like that," he added before taking the seat in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Are you coming or not?" he asked, pretending to be strict.

"No…” Kiara replied, stubbornness in her tone.

Dhruv couldn't help but smile at her stubbornness. He reached for her bag, but Kiara, thinking he was about to hit her, quickly grabbed both of his wrists before slowly looking up at him.

Kiara's cheeks turned slightly red. Dhruv's eyes were fixed on her face; he could see her reddening. He felt his own ears burning up and cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his posture. “Okay... leave me now, idiot,” Dhruv said.

Kiara's nail slightly dug into his wrist, making him flinch a little. She immediately noticed and gave him an awkward smile. “Sorry,” she whispered apologetically. Dhruv shook his head at her. “Pagal ladki,” he said, chuckling.

(Silly girl)

“Look at your face, it's turned as red as a tomato,” Dhruv teased. Kiara rolled her eyes and gave him a tight smile.

Giving her a playful glare Dhruv got up and headed back to his desk.

As Kiara watched him go, a smile tugged at her lips. She observed him walking towards the desk in his white slippers, which looked cute on him.

"Nice slippers, sir. Where did you get them from?" she couldn't help but ask, causing Dhruv to turn back and face her. He glanced down at the slippers he was wearing before picking up his book from the desk.

"I stole them," he replied with a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. Kiara's eyes widened slightly, and soon a giggle escaped her lips, "What the hell? Do you do this kind of thing too?" She laughed again.

Dhruv raised his eyebrows at her, “I stole them from the hotel, so it was basically mine,” he said. All the students present started laughing, which made him chuckle too.

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A few hours later…

"Kiara!"

Dhruv's voice rang through the study room as he marched inside, holding his slippers in one hand.

Kiara jumped in surprise. "What? What happened?"

"Say sorry."

"For what?" She blinked at him, confused.

She looked up at him with her innocent eyes, almost melting him at that moment. He gulped before holding out his slippers.

Dhruv narrowed his eyes. "Did you hide my slippers behind my bike in the garage?"

Her jaw dropped. "I-I might be foolish, but I’m not stupid enough to touch the slippers you stole from a hotel," she shot back, looking thoroughly offended.

Dhruv sighed. "Only you could pull a stunt like this."

Before Kiara could protest, Vikram piped up, giggling, "Bhaiya, Kiara didn’t do it. Reshmi did."

Kiara’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she turned back to Dhruv. "Now, you should apologize," she said, wiggling her brows.

Dhruv exhaled sharply, staring at her. "Why would I say sorry?"

She scoffed. "You literally accused me of something I didn’t do."

Dhruv rolled his eyes. "Such a pain in the ass… Sorry!" he mumbled, turning to walk away.

Kiara gasped dramatically. "Wait, wait, wait! What did you just say?"

Dhruv turned back, deadpan. "I said sorry."

Kiara grinned mischievously. "Sir, I didn’t hear it properly. Say it again?"

The entire class burst into laughter. Dhruv shot them a glare, and silence fell instantly.

"Take out your copies. We’re having a test today," he announced.

"Sir, nooo!"

"Sir, please!"

"Kiara, you idiot!"

"Sir, sorry, please!"

"Kiara!!"

"Maine kya kiya?!"

(What did I do?)

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