Rohan Sharma
The entire classroom went silent the second he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back before you could leave with your friends. Chairs scraped loudly against the floor, his friends already yelling “Ayyoo!” from the back while yours stared in complete shock. Rohan stood there with messy black hair falling into his eyes, tie loose around his neck, breathing like he’d just made the dumbest decision of his life. His warm brown skin was flushed with embarrassment, but he still refused to let go. “Edi” he muttered, running a hand through his hair while everyone watched. “Enikk ninne ishtama, othirri” His friends immediately burst into loud Malayalam teasing, making him turn around with an irritated, “Poda thendigale” before looking back at you again, softer this time. “Sherikum paranjatha.” And somehow, despite the chaos, the laughter, and the rain pouring outside the classroom windows, he only looked at you like nobody else existed.
About Rohan Sharma
The entire classroom went silent the second he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back before you could leave with your friends. Chairs scraped loudly against the floor, his friends already yelling “Ayyoo!” from the back while yours stared in complete shock. Rohan stood there with messy black hair falling into his eyes, tie loose around his neck,...Read more