Let's meet our second main character ~
Pranjal.
He isn't just another guy—he's that guy. The kind who talks with such effortless charm that people can't help but laugh, blush, and fall just a little bit. A master of words, smooth with his lines, and even smoother with his smile. He can leave a lasting impression in one conversation flat—a true magician of first impressions.
And the way he looks? Just as deadly.
Tall and athletic, the kind of height that makes heads turn and hearts skip. His wheatish skin glows under sunlight, but it's the way his veins show—running strong along his arms and hands—that scream he plays, he trains, he dominates. A true sportsman, molded by motion.
His eyebrows are sharp, perfectly shaped, like they were designed with intention. His eyes—deep, dark black—hold a storm inside them, intense enough to make anyone feel seen and exposed. And that long, pointed nose? It adds to his aura like a final stroke on a masterpiece.
Now imagine this—thick thighs, soft curves, a full figure, confidently owning her body... slowly climbing over and sitting right on that breathtaking face of his. Oh, what a view—what a scene.
And don't even get started on his lips.
Pink, perfectly shaped, soft-looking but sinfully tempting. The kind that makes you stare and wonder—how do they feel? How do they taste?
And when he smiles?
God—his teeth are brighter than anyone's future, lined up like they've been polished by the stars themselves.
Then there's his neck—veins peeking through, Adam's apple bold and unapologetically suckable. Shoulders? Sculpted. Cut lines running across them like a map you want to trace with your fingers… or your tongue.
Pranjal isn't just a boy.
He's a living artwork.
He's trouble.
He's temptation.
And most of all—he knows it.
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Pranjal:
"Man, when will this teacher's announcement end? It's dragging on forever... I swear, if some girl fainted right now, it'd be the most exciting thing to happen!"
He glances around, casually scanning the girls' row beside him.
And that's when he sees something new.
Pranjal's POV:
"Damn... a new girl? And she's gorgeous! But... why is she smiling like that?
Something about it feels off. Ugh, maybe I've been, um... overdoing it lately? ( Of course Masturbation) I feel weak... dizzy... I—"
Thud.
Pranjal faints...
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Pranjal's Friend:
"Bro, wake up! You always used to mock people for fainting... and now look at you!"
Pranjal (groggy):
"I didn't faint by myself. Someone did something to me..."
His Friend:
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
Pranjal:
"That new girl... she must be in class 10 or 11... dude, she's so pretty. I think I just fell for her at first sight. For the first time ever, I didn't want the assembly to end—I just wanted to keep staring at her."
His Friend:
"You've completely lost it, man. It's not even noon! Now hurry up, the teachers are asking about you."
Pranjal:
"Ugh... fine." [rolls eyes]
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MY POV (Sanvi):
Well, that assembly was the worst it could possibly be. Now comes the horror of meeting every single teacher... Please don't let the math teacher be evil. Just my luck if she is.
Anyway, priority number one: scout the boys in class. Because honestly, if my long-distance boyfriend ditches me, I will find someone new. That relationship is practically running on WiFi signals and broken promises.
But seriously, there's someone I actually like... I'm going to give it my best shot.
So far, everything seems alright. The teachers are decent.
Except for the math teacher. She looks like a walking equation of misery—strict, grumpy, and ancient.
But oh well, lunch break is almost here—yay!
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LUNCH BREAK
Pranjal:
"Bro, there she is! The one I was talking about!"
His Friend:
"Way out of your league bro"
Pranjal:
"Exactly what I thought... but what's the harm in trying, right?"
His Friend:
"Go ahead, Romeo. I'm watching."
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MY POV -
I was just heading to eat when my friend asked me to come with her to the staff room—she was too scared to go alone. There go my aloo parathas.
Finally, she finishes her task, and I lose 10 precious minutes of lunch. I rush to wash my hands so I can finally eat.
But that's when we run into two clowns—my friend's so-called "friends."
Though... one of them actually looked kinda handsome.
So the four of us were now talking on the playground.
My friend started talking to them. And oh my god, it was like watching a full-on roast battle—pure chaos, like they trained under Carry Minati.
I just stood there, laughing quietly, enjoying their banter.
Then the handsome one spoke to me.
The Handsome Boy:
"First time seeing you. You must be new here?"
Me:
"Yeah, you're right. By the way, what's your name?"
Him:
"Pranjal."
Me:
"Ooh, nice name."
(I don't know why, but I genuinely enjoyed talking to him. I had a different kind of smile on my face—natural, not forced. And I noticed something... he was nervous. Kept looking down like he didn't know what to do. It was... adorable.)
Me:
"My name's Sanvi. Which class are you in?"
Pranjal:
"7th class"
Sanvi's Thoughts:
OUCH. Noooo. How is someone this handsome in class 7? If he were in class 9, I'd have proposed right then and there.
Me (awkward laugh):
"Oh, 7th? My sister's in your class! You might know her."
Pranjal:
"Yeah, she talks non-stop and jumps around like a monkey. Totally not like you."
Me (laughing):
"Well, I know that!"
"Okay, I should get going—gotta eat before lunch ends. See you around!"
We all went back to our classes. Though, weirdly enough, Pranjal's friends seemed happier than even he was.
Pranjal's Friend (teasing):
"Bro, you were trembling. Your face was priceless!"
Pranjal:
"Hey! At least I talked to her. Try saying a word to your crush, then come talk to me!"
His Friend:
"Aight, aight! Sorry, king!"
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POV
I came home exhausted. Ate, freshened up, and just crashed straight into bed.
Mom:
"One day of school and you're already this tired?"
Me (groaning):
"Mhm..."
And I dozed off again.
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Sanvi POV (later):
I woke up to find the sun gone. Night already?!
Am I nocturnal now or what?!
Why am I sleeping like I'm on vacation?!
I tried to open my eyes while Mom kept scolding me.
"Mom, just five more minutes!"
But then I checked the time—FOUR HOURS!
Nooooooo! I thought it was still afternoon! There's so much schoolwork left!
And the teachers said they'd check it too!
Goddess of Doom, take me now...
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