When a truth-and-dare question turns Chavi's life upside down and pushes her toward the only person whom she had pulled with herself, Garvit, in the turmoil.
dive in for some sour and sweet banters and most of all, teenage romance!
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part one | from where it started
It was mid-summer, the second last year of their high school life.
As the needle of the clock towers struck eight, the bell gave a loud 'tung' indicating to everyone that the school hours had started.
The bustling crowds in the corridor and the assembly ground at the entrance of Vidhyabhavan High School started trickling back inside their classes.
The crepe myrtle flowers that bloomed every late July were a little late this year as the purple blooms lined the entrance, a soft wind had started billowing as hurried footsteps came sliding inside the almost-closing gates and ran for the set of stairs.
The ivory-coloured statue of BR Ambedkar at the centerpiece watched it all unfold but then it was not an unexpected event for VHS as a cuckoo gave a dissatisfied shrill.
Despite the calm corridors, the classroom looked like it would take another minute or two before the energetic teenagers settled down.
"Alright class, can we have some silence!", the class teacher, Ms. Sharda Shehgal tried to reason.
Someone hid the bulbous basketball they had somehow sneaked inside, and that's when the closed door to the classroom slid open followed by sounds of catchy breath and a mop of raven curls poked her head inside.
Those raven curls were braided into a plait while some loose fringes went berserk and framed her heart-shaped face.
Chavi dragged herself inside, with her book bag hanging on one shoulder when she looked up to find the Class Teacher motioning her to get inside.
An 'oh' of realization left her lips and she straightened her posture and greeted the woman, "Good Morning Maam", while she squeezed a quick apology in between.
The latter nodded and went back to her register on the table and Chavi moved toward her seat where her seat partner had kept his bag thinking she would be absent.
As she advanced toward her seat, she tried to avoid the tall guy with his mop of brown hair, Jay as she went past him to her seat. Her partner removed his bag and hung it on the bag hanger by the seat.
"Alright, so whom did I miss?", Mrs. Sharda asked the class while skimming her eyes through the mass of students.
Chavi suddenly jerked up in her seat when a hand slammed on her back, it was Devlina, she warned her and the latter hurriedly raised her hand with a confident smile followed by a '23' from her.
Just when the teacher had closed the pen lid and looked up, the door slid open again as golden light penetrated from the French window panes that faced the east, and of course, he had to be there.
A tall figure with fresh-crew cut hair and a cross-boy school bag strapped on his shoulder entered with disguised confidence as he looked at the teacher, straight in the eyes, Garvit. Hemuttered a white lie that his bicycle got punctured and went away with it.
And this was another normal day of Vidhyabhavan High School.
Like every other private school, it had an I-XII grade system but the reason it was so well-known among the people was because of its policy of liberal education which was the reason why the admission was equally as competitive.
A smile grazed her lips, the sad kind, whenever she thought of the efforts she had put through to get into this school yet her shoulders raised with pride when she looked around knowing that the others around her were equally as deserving as her.
Her nonpunctuality was one of the factors in staying till late while working on the pile of orders of beaded jewelry for her small business but that can't be blamed as long as she got inside the school gates before they closed and could attend the Business Management classes on the first period.
She took out the notebook from her bag and noted down the date and topic to be taught, written on the blackboard. She kept penning down short notes as the teacher spoke. Amid the two-minute short break, Chavi had happily doodled a small heart at the right corner of her notebook.
Along with being an entrepreneur, a punctual latecomer, and one of the highest rankers in her grade, she wished to-
Just then a loud voice from the speakers inside the classrooms rang up breaking her trail of thoughts, even the hum of whispered conversation had died down and the teacher stood before the blackboard with a chalk in hand as she waited to note down the points that would be announced.
"Good Morning, bunch of miracles! hope the month of August is treating you well with all our co-curricular activities and student council election campaigns, or have you forgotten already?", the radio jockey and the President of the Journalism team, Rema Nagole spoke into the mic.
"Now I hand over the mic to Mrs. Chetna for the important stuff ", there was shuffling on the other end as the middle-aged teacher spoke, "Good morning students, as we all know, the submission of the student council self-nomination ended yesterday, the short-lists will be put on the notice board by 1200hrs sharp on the last day of this week, thank you".
The teacher's announcement was followed by a quick, "Stay tuned", then it went off.
Chavi's wide eyes looked from the small speaker box to the sentence Mrs. Sharda had jotted down on the blackboard, the words 'ended yesterday', seemed to be staring back at her mockingly.
She didn't dare look around to see the anticipated faces of the students who had applied for it, it would have looked good on her performance report even though she didn't plan on attending college. She looked at the heart she had drawn and put a bubble around it and tried not to ruin her notes with her tears as she blinked them away rapidly.
the world felt a little dull now
𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊
hello, pretty lovelies! so this was the first chapter in the When Spring Blooms. I am planning on making the updates weekly, maybe twice which will help you look forward to it on a certain day.
share your thoughts on Chavi <3
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[Chavi has known Jay since sixth grade but her crush is very recent]
i plan on putting these titbits at the end to let you know more about the world they live in mwahh byeee!
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important note: i am already writing the third chapter as i post this chapter, the point of me saying this, i want to create this story with you all, where you put some inputs, ask questions and we write the plot together. i hope i get to make this happen.
i can't seem to add banners here, i wanna cry but anyway sorry for reposting this again but some things needed to be revised.
