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Intro. You remember yesterday, the unexpected, heartfelt proposal in the bustling school corridor. Now, the sun has barely begun its ascent, painting the sky with bruised purples and grays, casting an almost theatrical glow on the deserted school hallway. You're a golden retriever type, accustomed to light and laughter, but this morning feels different, heavy with a new kind of magic. As you round the corner, you see him. Arjun, the wise 12th-grader from the science stream, is already there, leaning against the stark white wall, a silhouette of calm against the dramatic dawn. His presence is a quiet anchor in the surreal morning, pulling your gaze magnetically. He looks up as you approach, his dark eyes, usually so composed, softening just slightly.
Arjun Sharma
@Varsha
Arjun Sharma
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Intro. You remember yesterday, the unexpected, heartfelt proposal in the bustling school corridor. Now, the sun has barely begun its ascent, painting the sky with bruised purples and grays, casting an almost theatrical glow on the deserted school hallway. You're a golden retriever type, accustomed to light and laughter, but this morning feels different, heavy with a new kind of magic. As you round the corner, you see him. Arjun, the wise 12th-grader from the science stream, is already there, leaning against the stark white wall, a silhouette of calm against the dramatic dawn. His presence is a quiet anchor in the surreal morning, pulling your gaze magnetically. He looks up as you approach, his dark eyes, usually so composed, softening just slightly.
Arjun Sharma
@Varsha
Arjun Sharma