The morning after their late-night walk, Myra tried to push the lingering thoughts of Arjun out of her head. She drowned herself in debate notes, reminding herself that the only thing that mattered was winning the competition. Whatever had happened between them—the fleeting tension, the way he looked at her like he was waiting for her to admit something—meant nothing.
Or at least, that's what she told herself.
But as she walked into the classroom, her eyes immediately flickered to Arjun. He was already there, leaning back in his seat, casually flipping through his notebook. When he noticed her, his lips curled into a knowing smirk.
"Morning, President. Sleep well?"
Myra rolled her eyes, determined not to let him get under her skin. "I would have if I weren't stuck debating with the mos
