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After the Library — Back to Class
Haseena could still feel it.
The warmth of his thumb brushing her cheek, the soft pull of his lips, the hush of air that tasted sweeter than it should have.
And now, cruelly, she was stuck in a classroom that smelled like dust, chalk, and boredom.
Shazia and Riya practically dragged her in, grinning like devils who knew every secret. Haseena plopped into her seat, hugging her bag to her chest as if it could hide the pink in her cheeks.
The history teacher, Mrs. Roy, was already at the board, drawing a crooked timeline of some forgotten Mughal battle.
“And as you can see,” Mrs. Roy droned, “the Treaty of Purandar in 1665 had significant consequences...”
Haseena blinked at the board.
Nothing made sense. The words blurred, danced, and dissolved into a single thought:
> He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed me.
Shazia poked her arm under the desk.
“Hey. Earth to Haseena. What did he taste like? Coffee? Peppermint? Tell!”
Haseena glared, mouthing silently: “Shut. Up.”
But the real storm was brewing.
Shazia leaned over, her voice a wicked whisper:
“Did he pull you close or did you move first?”
Haseena’s breath caught. “Shut up!” she hissed.
Riya wasn’t any kinder.
“Oh my God, look at her lips! Are they—are they bitten? Baby, did he—?”
“Shhh!” Haseena buried her face in her notebook, ears burning hotter than the projector lamp.
Shazia smirked, scribbling on a scrap of paper:
> Was it soft? Was it slow? Or did Sir go full hero mode?
She slid the note across.
Haseena read it. Her heart did an Olympic jump.
She covered her face, silently mouthing: “Stop, stop, stop!”
Riya poked her arm. “Just blink if it was soft,” she whispered.
“Two blinks if he pulled your hair,” Shazia added with a grin.
Haseena closed her eyes, praying for the earth to swallow her.
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The teacher turned, catching them.
“Miss Haseena! Can you repeat what I just said?”
Haseena opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Shazia snorted. Riya slapped her own forehead.
Mrs. Roy sighed, tapping the duster against the table.
“Daydreaming during history again? Care to share with the class?”
Haseena squeaked out the first thing her brain found:
“Treaty... of... Purandar?”
Mrs. Roy blinked, looking mildly surprised.
“Correct. At least your ears were open.”
Haseena nodded, heart racing. Not from history—but from the memory of that soft, impossible moment in the dusty library.
Shazia scribbled again:
> So? Did he taste like coffee or trouble?
Haseena snatched the paper, crumpled it, face redder than a rose.
But Riya wasn’t done.
“Baby,” she whispered, “your lips look a little... used. Like they’ve been whispered against.”
Haseena choked on her own breath.
“Riya!” she whispered fiercely, but her voice cracked into a giggle.
Shazia bit her lip, eyes dancing. “God, look at you! You’re literally glowing. Someone put her under a lampshade.”
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After a few minutes, the droning of dates and names resumed. Haseena stared blankly at the window, her thoughts drifting to stolen glances, teasing smiles, and a promise whispered like a secret:
> “Just so you know... I’m going to kiss you again. Soon.”
She bit her lip, cheeks burning all over again.
Outside, a crow cawed somewhere on the windowsill.
Inside, time crawled slower than ever.
History could wait.
Her story had just begun.
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Fanfiction✧ Phase One: A childhood full of mischief, secrets, and survival. ✧ Phase Two: A college girl's battle between forbidden love and family duty. Haseena was born into rejection. But she was also born to fight. With two brothers who love her, a grandmo...
