07~FRESHERS PARTY

We arrived at the library and went our separate ways, each tackling our respective tasks. As I mentioned earlier, we had to arrange a large number of new books on the shelves according to their serial numbers. It was a tedious task, and after two hours, we still hadn't finished.

I hadn't seen or heard from Saarah since we started, so I decided to check on her. "Oh, getting worried?" my subconscious mind teased me.

"Of course not," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. I told myself it was just because we were in detention together, and I wanted to make sure she wasn't slacking off.

As I made my way to the left section, I couldn't find her anywhere. I searched the entire area, but she was nowhere to be seen. I thought maybe she had gone to the washroom, but then I noticed her work was still incomplete. "God, this girl is so slow," I thought to myself.

Just as I was about to head back to my section, my leg hit something soft, and I fell onto something unexpected. I waited for the impact, but instead, I found myself on top of Saarah. I opened my eyes to find her staring back at me.

What was she doing here? I could have sworn she was in the washroom. I looked around, confused, and noticed the scattered books around us. It seemed she had been sitting on the floor, reading.

Our eyes locked, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Her eyes were like a deep ocean, drawing me in. I couldn't help but notice her plump, pink lips, which looked irresistible.

Just as I was getting lost in the moment, a book fell on my head, snapping me back to reality. I quickly got up, helping Saarah to her feet.

"What the hell was that?" she exclaimed.

"Shh, we're in a library," I reminded her, trying to compose myself.

"Yeah, we are, but no one's here right now. And why the hell are you here?" she asked, her anger rising.

I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I actually tripped on something and fell on you. Wait, what were you doing on the floor?"

Saarah looked down, and I followed her gaze to the novels scattered around us. "I was reading," she admitted.

I raised an eyebrow. "On the floor?"

She nodded, and I glared at her. "You were reading novels here while I was doing all the work?"

Saarah smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yeah."

I picked up one of the open books, but she snatched it away from me. "What the hell?" I exclaimed.

"You can't read this one," she said, trying to hide the book behind her back.

I walked towards her, my curiosity piqued. "Why can't I?"

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s he approached me, I backed away until I felt the shelf behind me. I stood up straight, but he came too close, placing his hand on the shelf and trapping me between him and the books. My heart started racing, and I wondered why I was reacting this way.

Before I could process what was happening, he reached behind me and snatched the book from my hand. Our eyes locked, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. He smirked and walked away, leaving me feeling embarrassed and confused.

I chased after him, trying to retrieve my book. He raised his hand, and I stood on my toes, trying to match his height. But he was too tall, and I found myself jumping to reach the book. I lost my balance and slipped, but instead of falling, I felt his hands around my waist, holding me upright.

As I looked up at him, he seemed lost in thought. I cleared my throat, and he snapped back to reality, releasing his grip on me. I fell to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in my back.

"Thud!" I exclaimed, rubbing my sore back. Zain looked at me with a smirk, and I felt a surge of anger. "One day, your mouth will get twisted," I muttered, standing up.

"What did you say?" he asked, his smirk still intact.

"Nothing," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" he asked, his tone dripping with amusement.

"Yes, any problem?" I shot back.

"Yes," he said, glaring at me.

"What's your problem, dude? Why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked, exasperated.

"Global warming," he replied, his expression deadpan.

"Huh?" I said, confused.

"My problem is global warming. What about you?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Population increase rate," I said, playing along.

"Huh?" he repeated, his expression puzzled.

"Leave it. My problem is you," I said, my voice firm.

"You're like a gecko, always sticking around," he teased.

"You're like a cockroach, always annoying me," I retorted.

Suddenly, it hit me – he was the one who had hit me with his shoe that night. "You!" we both exclaimed in unison.

"That was you who hit me with your shoe!" he accused.

"That was you who was arguing with me that night!" I shot back.

Our argument continued for a while longer until we finally finished our work and left the library. As I waited for my cab outside, a black car pulled up, and Varun, the driver, rolled down the window.

"Hey, Aaru, come get inside. It's raining," he said, smiling.

I hopped in, grateful for the ride. "You're my savior, dude," I said, chuckling.

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As I dropped Saarah off at her home, I couldn't help but feel a pang of anger. Why was I getting angry? She was no one to me, just my enemy.

After returning home, I went straight to bed, exhausted from the day's events. The next morning, I woke up late, remembering that there were no classes for freshers. Tonight was our freshers' party, and I had the whole day to get ready.

After completing my morning routine, Kriti and I headed out to shop for party outfits. I bought a stunning pink gown with a modest neckline, sleeveless and without embroidery. I paired it with matching heels and jewelry to complete my look.

Kriti, on the other hand, chose a navy blue gown with a deep neckline and sleeveless design, adorned with intricate embroidery. She also picked out matching accessories to complement her outfit.

After shopping, we returned home and started getting ready. We were running late, so I drove Kriti's car at top speed, arriving at the venue at 8:45 PM. We showed our ID passes to the guards and entered the beautifully decorated party area.

We made our way to the bar counter, where Varun was waiting. As we enjoyed the party, I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was staring at me intensely. But whenever I turned around, I couldn't find anyone.

We took some photos together, and I uploaded them to my social media story and feed. Within seconds, someone liked all my pictures. I checked the profile and saw that it was the same person who had been commenting on my posts earlier.

The comments read: "Looking like a doll, baby girl," "Just mine," and "You're breathtaking, darling." I thought to myself, "What a creep!" and ignored the comments.

As the party continued, we headed to the dance floor. Kriti was excited to dance, and I joined in, losing myself in the music. That's when I saw Adi dancing with Kriti, their eyes locked on each other with an undeniable chemistry.

I turned my attention back to the dance floor and saw Saarah standing at the entrance, captivating everyone's attention. Her beauty was undeniable, and I felt a pang of anger as I saw the boys admiring her with lustful eyes.

As the music changed, we formed a circle and switched dance partners. That's when I found myself face-to-face with Saarah. We locked eyes, and I could sense her reluctance to dance with me.

Despite her initial hesitation, she eventually gave in, and we started dancing together. I tightened my grip on her waist, feeling an undeniable attraction. For the first time, Saarah had accepted defeat, and I was determined to make the most of it.

After dancing, I headed to the bar section to grab a drink. Adi joined me, and we chatted while sipping our drinks. My phone rang, and I excused myself to answer the call from my mom.

As I stepped outside the venue, someone bumped into me, and I felt a deep cut on my hand. "What the hell?" I shouted, but when I turned around, there was no one there.

I returned to my car, only to bump into someone again. This time, I saw Saarah standing in front of me, looking startled.

"Don't you have eyes? Why are you walking around like that?" I yelled.

"It's none of your business," she shot back, her eyes flashing with anger.

But then her gaze fell upon the cut on my hand, and her expression changed. "Wait, what happened? How did you get hurt?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I tried to brush it off, but she insisted on taking me to the hospital. Despite my initial reluctance, she dragged me to her car and drove me to the nearby hospital.

After getting my arm dressed, we returned to her car, and she called someone on her phone. I assumed it was her boyfriend.

"You tell me your address, and I'll drop you off. Aditya is already on his way to drop Kriti," she said.

I hesitated, but she gave me a deathly glare, and I eventually told her my address. We drove in silence for 40 minutes, the tension between us palpable.

As we arrived at my home, I started to remove my seatbelt, but my injured arm made it difficult. Saarah came over to help me, her face inches from mine. Our hearts were racing in unison, and I couldn't help but notice her irresistible lips.

I leaned in, and she closed her eyes, our lips almost touching...

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