“Oh my God, Ahana! You look so pretty.”
“No, you look beautiful.” The girls squeaked. I had a burning sensation and my cheeks turned red.
It was a pretty yellow silk saree from my mother’s engagement, I was wearing, open straight hair along with a small dot on my forehead.
“Oh God, who’s this pretty woman? You girls never told me about someone this pretty being your friend.” Cezanne said while standing at the school door to receive us, he tried flirting with me but then Chaya eyed at him.
“Stop your melodrama now, let’s go inside.” I said, walking inside while others followed me. The moment I entered, all my juniors cheered for me.
As I was walking and meeting more people, they saw me and complimented me.
After a few minutes, the function started and the theme was nostalgia, which tu
