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The "Pehla Nasha" Phase

When I had completed my diploma, my parents made me join a degree college though I was bad in academics.
They believed coaching would help improve my grades.
The first week of the 6th Semester, my gaze turned towards this girl, and I continued to look at her for a while before I introduced myself to the teacher.
Being from an all-boys school, this Engineering college was like a cheat code.
But because I was from an all-boys school, I didn't know how to talk to a girl.
The guys from class talking to them so effortless, and I was just brainstorming conversation starters in my head.
One day, I was the first to solve the problem.
That kinda grabbed everyone's attention, and I sat there giving awkward smiles.
She smiled at me too, and man, that smile!
I was daydreaming about going on brunches with her.
Two months passed by and we hadn't spoken anything other than subjects, college, and teachers.
It was our mutual friend's birthday, and we all bunked class and went to McDonald's.
The order arrived, she held one tray with both her hands and I held another with both my hands.
We started walking towards our table when a hair strand suddenly covered her face.
She sighed, I turned around and saw that her hair had almost covered her eyes.
At that moment, I had a sudden adrenaline rush, I held the tray of five coke's in one hand and used my other to put her strand behind her ear.
She smiled and said, "Thank you."
A smile I wouldn't forget.
I smiled back as we both walked together towards our table and the song 'Pehla Nasha' kept playing in my head non-stop.
When I was about to sit, she reached out to the tray in my hand and gestured me to sit next to her.
That was one of the most memorable moments in my life.

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