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AAVYA RAJAWAT

I looked at him—his eyes fixed on the laptop screen as his fingers danced over the keyboard. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, his expression sharp, focused. There was something about the way he looked when he worked—so intense, so unbothered by the world around him. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I shouldn’t look at him this way, feel this way. I know nothing can happen between us, and yet… I do. Shameless girl.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet. I panicked, startled as his gaze shifted from the screen to me. I quickly cleared my throat, trying to act normal. “You won’t sleep?” I asked, trying to deflect.