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The First Brush of Love - Part II

Note: This is Part 2 of a love story, the first part of which, you can read here!

The rain was coming down hard. Most shops had closed and people had disappeared indoors. The library, just a few blocks away, would’ve been a haven, if only she hadn’t left it! The few auto rickshaws standing near the pavement had already refused to take her home. And Simi stood shivering under a tree, clutching her backpack tightly. There has to be a way out of this!
Simi turned as a young man came rushing in from the rain to stand next to her under the tree.
“Are you alone?” he asked, taking off the hood of his jacket.
“Vivaan!” Simi was surprised, and pleased.
“Yes!” he said, with that lopsided smile; “What are you doing here all alone? Come on over?” he asked, pointing to the direction of his home, Varsha’s home; that was just around the corner.
Simi looked up nervously. That would be the best thing to do. Wait out the rain at Varsha’s home. She could call and inform her parents from there. And…

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