Diya POV
I was standing near the gate of the college, pretending to be busy with my phone and actually doing nothing. The sun was sharp. The guard at the gate was shouting at some boys to move aside. Hridansh was somewhere behind me, still doing his usual throwing one-liners and behaving like the class belonged to his ancestors.
Show your support
"Writing has always been my passion, and your support means the world to me! If you’ve enjoyed my stories, poems, or shayari, consider enabling fan support. It’s a way to help me keep creating heartfelt content and bringing more love-filled tales to life. Every bit of support allows me to dedicate more time to crafting the stories you enjoy and appreciate. Thank you for being part of this journey!"
Write a comment ...