The school corridors buzzed with activity as students hurried to their classes, yet the air between Myra and Arjun felt charged, a tension neither could ignore. The last few weeks had been a constant battle—bickering, stolen glances, moments of unspoken understanding, and now, something neither of them dared to name.
Myra tapped her fingers against her notebook impatiently as she sat in the student council room. The upcoming inter-school competition had been dumped on her shoulders, and of course, thanks to her luck, Arjun had somehow ended up as her co-organizer.
He strolled in, as casual as ever, leaning against the doorway with that signature smirk. “Still pretending you don’t need my help, President?”
She exhaled sharply, determined to keep her composure. “Still pretending you are h
