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"An Arranged Setup that Sparkled into a Love Story of its Own."
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'His nose is crooked!'
'I think he has some grey hair!'
'He looks too mature for his age!'
'Nah! He is 7 years ol...
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Riya's Pov.
The sound of my footfalls on the pavement echoed as I walked through the spacious college corridors. Carefree laughter filled the air when a group of students walked passed by, engaged in an animated exchange.
As my steps moved further, I glimpsed snippets of life within, every view reflecting a unique story, weaving together countless dreams, an amalgam of knowledge, humble discoveries, and dynamic dimensions of this eventful phase of everyone's life.
A sudden sense of tranquility enveloped me, offering a respite from the constant hustle and bustle as I footed through the quieter section of the pathway.
Exuberance brimmed my insides and my steps finally came to a halt when I entered the last room of the corridor for my next lecture on economics. The First-year room stirred with the usual commotion of students tagging here and there with some plopped over the benches while a few lying over them.
My lips puckered in an amused smile when they immediately silenced sensing my sight on them. However, some dreamy eyes remained unknown about my presence, jolting upright after a harsh nudge from their seatmate.
Avyaan scooted to the far end, inches away from Isha whom he had earlier seated quite comfortably. I bit the insides of my cheeks struggling to maintain my professional stance at the sight of these cuties who miserably failed to hide the crimson bursting on the apple of their cheeks.
"Good Morning Ma'am." A thunderous greeting followed in quiet a sing-sang tone when I reached the center of the class, right behind the podium.
"Good Morning." I beamed, nodding at them.
Keeping my marker and the whiteboard eraser aside I began with the usual fill-ups before taking the attendance that gave the students a chance to occupy themselves in hushed conversations.
After the attendance, I geared myself up to speak for the next forty minutes on Say's Law of Market.
Though, random occasional jokes, some not-so-serious scolding, and a little chit-chat had their occurrences now and then, thus maintaining a lively atmosphere in the class.
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