Ishq Nasamajh | 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 ✅

Chapter 27: His Chandni

Alisha's POV:

As the weeks passed, Prem and I grew closer, our conversations becoming more frequent and playful.

Me: arey yrr fir whi baat

Mr. Shy: ji fir whi baat

Me: Don't do it Prem

Mr. Shy: ok but why are you getting angry.

Me: I don't know you tell me🙂

Mr. Shy: Ok Chandani, lekin har baat mei muh kyu fulla leti ho.

Me: Aacha har baat pr?? 🙂🙂

Mr. Shy : Almost every

Me: now I won't say anything.

Mr. Shy: See what I said. Aab normal baat kar raha thabhi.

Mr.Shy: sorry Chandani relax hojao mazak kr raha tha 🙌😂

I found myself blushing uncontrollably whenever Prem affectionately referred to me as "Chandani."

Each time he said it, a warm sensation would spread through me, and I couldn't help but smile at the endearing nickname.

Despite my attempts to brush off my feelings as mere friendship, the nickname "Chandani" held a special place in my heart, leaving me to wonder if there was more to our connection than I was willing to admit.

I found myself looking forward to his messages, and a smile would inevitably spread across my face whenever his name popped up on my phone screen.

But, I couldn't ignore the subtle flutter in my heart whenever I thought of him.

I tried to dismiss it as mere friendship, but deep down, I knew there was something more.

One day, as I was chatting with Prem, Nandani caught me blushing uncontrollably.

She couldn't contain her laughter as she teased me, "Hey, don't tell me you've really become Prem ki deewani now!"

I chuckled nervously and tried to play it cool. "Oh, no, nothing like that," I replied, attempting to downplay my feelings.

But Nandani saw right through me and exclaimed, "I knew it, Alishu!"

Blushing furiously, I grabbed a nearby pillow and buried my face in it, hoping to hide my embarrassment. Deep down, though, I couldn't deny the truth of Nandani's words.

* one week later*

As I made my way to class one day, my eyes caught sight of the notice board, adorned with colorful flyers and announcements.

Among them was a notice that intrigued me-a list of clubs available for students to join.

Curiosity piqued, I moved closer to read the details. The notice indicated that students could choose from a variety of clubs according to different interests and hobbies. From sports clubs to debate societies, the options seemed endless.

But one club in particular captured my attention: the photography club. Instantly, my mind buzzed with excitement.

The idea of immersing myself in the art of photography, capturing moments frozen in time through the lens of a camera, filled me with an undeniable thrill.

Without hesitation, I decided to sign up for the photography club. The prospect of learning new skills,

exploring different techniques, and expressing my creativity through photography was too interesting to resist.

With the club meetings scheduled after college hours, I eagerly anticipated the chance to immerse myself in the world of photography and unleash my creativity through the lens of a camera.

As the day drew to a close, I made my way to the garden where the photography club's first meeting was scheduled to take place.

Walking among the unfamiliar faces, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort. However, that feeling quickly dissipated when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"What a surprise, ma'am," Siddhart's cheerful voice greeted me, accompanied by his infectious smile.

His presence brought a sense of security and comfort, easing my nerves.

With a smile of my own, I quipped, "Don't tell me you're also in this club." To my disappointment, he shook his head, but his next words brought a wave of happiness.

"I'll be the one who would be teaching you cha-uhh, change," he stumbled over his words god knows why?

A playful glint sparkled in my eyes as I teased, "So now I have to call you sir?" We shared a chuckle, enjoying the lighthearted moment.

Before Siddhart could respond, I heard my name being called. Turning, I saw Shubham approaching with a grin.

His flirtatious nature never failed to bring a smile to my face. "Tum bhi ho issi club mein?" I asked with amusement.

"Aur kya, how can I leave your side, lis?" he replied, his charm evident in his words.

Extending his hand to Siddhart for a handshake, he declared, "Let's start, sir." Siddhart nodded with a firm expression, ready to begin the meeting.

As the session progressed, Siddhart shared valuable insights and patiently addressed the questions of the group.

I found myself impressed by his intelligence and teaching skills. The class was lively and interactive, with everyone eager to learn.

For our first assignment, Siddhart instructed us to capture images of nature and present them in the next class.

With enthusiasm, I bid farewell to my fellow club members, looking forward to explore my passion for photography under Siddhart's guidance.

*****************************
Hope you liked the chapter
Take care ❤️