Everything in this world created by God has sense, except me. Because apparently, if I had some brain, then I wouldn't have stayed up all night just to read a book that I didn't even like. Why did I read it if I didn't like it? The answer is a bit dumb, but I read it because it was on my TBR list, and that too in my journal, and the worst part? I couldn't even cut it because that felt like cheating on the book by judging it without reading it.
My head was spinning violently, ready to shut itself down. I shifted from one foot to another to keep myself conscious and pushed my glasses up that were continuously slipping down. This assembly was taking forever to finish as the small children of Class 4 gave their presentation. Thought of the day, news of the day, and then poems and stories. Assemblies in DA were always longer than they should be, and almost killed students in the heat. I hated assemblies but still loved them. Reason? Him. Karan Malhotra. My senior from 12th science and two years older than me, and always stands beside me in the assembly.
He was the quiet and scary type of person with striking facial features. A sharp jaw that was always clenched, light brown eyes that were unreadable, full lips that looked so soft, his hair always styled in a neat undercut, fair skin that looked so smooth, and veiny hands that looked so captivating. And if that wasn't enough, God gave him a height of 6'3. Everything about him was mesmerizing. He was sculpted by a Greek God, I believe, and so was his twin, Aryan. He looked the same as Karan, just with a different personality.
Aryan was the opposite of Karan. He was more friendly and mischievous, someone easy to approach, unlike Karan. But I still liked Karan. Even though he never speaks, he never looks at any girl, including me. He was always studying and ignoring everyone around him, except his brother.
To be honest, Karan scared me, but I still couldn't bring myself to stop admiring him. I had never spoken to him nor heard his voice. I looked at him from afar, and even when he was near, I could never bring myself to look at him for more than two seconds. He makes my cheeks heat up even without glancing in my direction. Every time I was near him, my cheeks would turn red, my heart would beat so fast that it might jump out. He shakes up my whole existence even without doing anything.
He was someone really unique, just like the way I first saw him in the assembly, and that too in the line of the boys beside my line. When I saw him, I didn't even look at his face. All I saw were his hands, veiny and strong, unlike the skinny and bony hands of the other boys in my school. Those hands looked like they had held things that were forbidden and destroyed, too. I was in 9th at that time, and he and Aryan had joined that year in 11th science. This information was given to me by Diya because I was too scared to stalk someone.
It sounds stupid, but I started to like him without even seeing his face. And when I went to look for him in school, I accidentally mistook him for a guy from another class, Rohan, because he had the same haircut and back structure as Karan from the back. But it got more complicated when he started to notice me, too. That complication finally ended when Diya told me about the twins, and I also saw them in the school grounds. Identical, Intimidating yet opposite. That piece of information given by her saved me, as I immediately realized that I had been crushing over the wrong person the whole time.
A sharp pain shot through my head, and my legs gave out. I was ready to feel the hard impact of the ground on my body, but I didn't feel any pain except that someone was holding my waist, and an arm was cradling behind my head. A strong masculine cologne filled my nose as that person pulled me closer, pressing me into his hard chest. The grip of the person holding me was tight. Strong. Possessive. I didn't have the energy to open my eyes and look at my savior, and the last thing I remember was getting lifted into the air before my brain completely blanked out.
I woke up in the infirmary as the strong smell of antiseptic liquid filled my nose. My head was still hurting, but I sat up on the bed, looking around for a while before putting on my shoes, took my glasses from the table beside the infirmary bed, and went back to class. As soon as I stepped foot in class, Diya pounced on me with endless questions about what I ate in the morning that made me faint. I didn't answer her. Instead, I was still curious about the person who caught me. Who held me like I was something delicate. That I would break if held too tightly.
"Aree Aarohi, you know Karan was the one who caught you? He even picked you up like a hero and took you to the infirmary. Girl, his face! " I cut her off in the middle of her sentence with a yell. "WHAT!? THERE IS NO WAY HE DID THAT!"
She smacked my head and dragged me to the back of the class, where our seats were, and I realized almost everyone was staring at us. No, judging us.
Diya glared at me before saying, "Don't shout, stupid." I shut my mouth and sat down in my seat, and she slumped beside me.
"Trust me, Aarohi, he was holding you so tightly and didn't even wait for the teachers to help. He lifted you like a hero, and now everyone is talking about it," she said, pulling out her math book from her bag. I took out mine but didn't answer her.
I should be happy that my crush had finally noticed me. And not only noticed he also helped me. But I wasn't happy. Not really, because it was a disaster in my eyes. Now I would be the center of attention wherever I went in school. Many people might also ask me stupid questions like, "Are you in a relationship with him?" or "Is there something going on between you and him?" because Karan Malhotra didn't help anyone, even if they begged him, and he held me and took me to the infirmary without even saying anything means a lot.
I banged my head on the bench hard and only groaned at the pain in response. "I'm in really big trouble, right?" I asked Diya, looking up at her with my cheek pressed against the cold, hard wood of the bench.
She looked at me with a sigh and nodded.
Closing my eyes with a quiet sigh, I sat up and leaned my head against the wall behind me, rocking on my chair, looking up at the ceiling, thinking:
'Should I be happy that Karan helped... or should I be scared for the unwanted attention that is coming my way?'