Whispers of the Heart ♡

Chapter 6: First interaction

Meera's pov

Today was just like any other day at school. I found myself sitting alone at my desk, surrounded by the buzz of chatter and laughter from my classmates. Our class teacher hadn't arrived yet, giving everyone the opportunity to catch up on the latest gossip or share jokes.

You must be thinking why alone because Rani didn't come today. How could se betrayed me like this. She could have told me that she will not come today i could have prepare myself but no she didn't.
"aane do kal uss ladki ko batati hu mai use ******* khi ki. 😒

As I sat there, observing the animated conversations happening around me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. It seemed that everyone had someone to talk to, someone to share their thoughts and laughter with. But here I was, sitting by myself, an island in a sea of bustling activity.
I talked to my class mates but i don't have so good relation with them i only have two or three who i talk without hesitation Rani is my friend from 3rd class. She is my desk mate and best friend from since. That's why she understands me better. Priya who also good in studies she also my friend. But other students have their group but me i have none.

I tried to focus on my books, to lose myself in the comforting embrace of knowledge and learning. But the words on the page blurred together, my mind unable to shake off the feeling of isolation that hung over me like a shadow.

I glanced around the classroom, searching for familiar faces, for someone who might offer me a smile or a friendly word. But all I saw were groups of friends huddled together, lost in their own little worlds.

As I sat there, alone in my thoughts, I couldn't help but notice the sound of Lakshya's voice drifting across the room. He was engaged in conversation with his friends, his laughter mingling with the general din of the classroom.

For a fleeting moment, the temptation to steal a glance in his direction was almost overwhelming. I longed to catch a glimpse of his handsome face, to see the warmth of his smile that never failed to brighten my day. But I resisted the urge, reminding myself of the need to maintain my composure and dignity.

It wasn't easy, though. Every fiber of my being yearned to look in his direction, to lose myself in the depths of his gaze and forget about the world around me. But I knew that such indulgence was futile, a fleeting moment of pleasure that would only lead to further heartache and disappointment.

And so, I focused my attention elsewhere, forcing myself to concentrate on the task at hand and ignore the distractions that threatened to pull me off course. It was a constant battle, a struggle to maintain my resolve in the face of overwhelming temptation.

But as the minutes ticked by and our teacher failed to materialize, I found myself growing restless. The classroom seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing moment filled with a sense of longing and anticipation. And amidst it all, I couldn't help but wonder if Lakshya was experiencing the same sense of restlessness, if he, too, was counting down the seconds until our teacher's arrival would bring an end to the monotony of the morning.

As the minutes dragged on, the anticipation in the classroom seemed to thicken like a heavy fog. Finally, the door creaked open, and our teacher entered the room. But to my surprise, he wasn't alone. A girl accompanied him, her presence sending a ripple of curiosity through the class.

We greeted him "Goooddd moorrinng teacher "."good morning class" he said.

As our teacher introduced the new student to the class, a hush fell over the room, all eyes turning towards the unfamiliar face standing at the front of the room.

"Students," our teacher began, his voice carrying a note of warmth and encouragement, "I'd like you to give a warm welcome to your new classmate. She'll be joining us from today onwards, so I expect you all to help her settle in and make her feel welcome."