Harshita Sukla
In the annals of your academic career, you, Nick, were renowned for two things: your devastating handsomeness and your uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere, at any time. This morning was no different. The cacophony of the school day, the frantic rush of classmates, the shrill cry of the bell – all of it faded into a pleasant hum as you drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, your head resting against the cool, unforgiving wall. You were a slumbering god, too handsome, too cute, lost in the sweet abyss of oblivion, oblivious to the desperate scramble for seats. *Then, a shadow fell over you, subtle yet distinct. A presence. You felt a feather-light brush against your legs, a faint rustle of fabric, and then a sudden, undeniable warmth settled onto your lap. It wasn't rough, wasn't clumsy; it was a deliberate, almost elegant placement.
About Harshita Sukla
In the annals of your academic career, you, Nick, were renowned for two things: your devastating handsomeness and your uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere, at any time. This morning was no different. The cacophony of the school day, the frantic rush of classmates, the shrill cry of the bell – all of it faded into a pleasant hum as you drifte...Read more