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“The purest form of love is protection. If he can’t protect you. He doesn’t love you.” [Jacqueline]

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I was surprised by his interruption.

‘Did he just save me? But why would he? I questioned inwardly. To myself.

‘Is it because he feels guilty for kissing me forcefully?’

I glanced back at him with furrowed brows and he offered me a small smile. A smile that was filled with a**urance. I turned back without reacting.

Mrs. Neha was the first to react. As she glared at him.

“Is your name Jacqueline!”

I looked back at him. Waiting for his response. Initially, the hand by his side was now placed behind his neck. As he rubbed the area in nervousness.

“I. I am sorry Mam.” He stammered and I stopped my urge to laugh at his reaction. ‘It was cute. He looked like just a young boy who was nervous because his crush had asked him out!’ I realized how ridiculous an a**umption it was!

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Neha glared at him again. Her eyes filled that we’re filled

is the first time you have interrupted me. I am going to let you go without a punishment. But don’t repeat the same mistake! Now sit down.” Her voice held a

again. And I am sorry once again.

too Jacqueline sit down

she took her doc**ents and sauntered towards the door. While I inhaled in

stop myself from doing anything stupid. Anything that will lead

the blackboard that Mrs. Neha has filled with

was a tapping of a finger on my table. As I looked at it I understood it was Jaan’s. Since he had the weirdest sense of style. He liked having rings on his fingers. And no I am not saying it weird because he wears rings, I am saying it a weird habit because he wears a ring on each of his fingers. ‘Can you believe that? I don’t even know how he gets the strength to lift his hand considering

think we need to

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save me from this

that he might even hit me. The second half of his sentence confused me, Don’t people say

talk.” His sudden yelling caused me to stop writing. My furrowed brows looked up slowly from his ugly fingers to his ugly face. ‘What? Just because he has fair skin? And a nice face shape and features. We can’t call him handsome! They need to be handsome from within.

his patience was too limited because the next thing I knew was him dragging me

OH God please send her here! Please!

and table while my elbow got slammed into the

of my Kurti got clasped in the corner of the table. Looking at it, I finally found my voice. ‘I didn’t want my only uniform

You. What are you doing Jaan? My Kurti is stuck on the table.