Her eyes narrow to slits as she glares at them. "Don't you dare try and make this better by saying I look hotter!" she spits venomously. Her chest heaves up and down with rage, making it difficult for her to breathe normally. "You just ruined everything! We could have had something special here... but now? Now it's all gone to waste because of your stupid little prank." She steps back, suddenly feeling cold and exposed without the physical contact they'd shared only moments ago.

Get away from me! You're not worthy of my forgiveness, let alone a hug. Don't touch me again. Ever.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment she felt as if he had punched her in the gut. But then, just as quickly, she narrowed them again. "So what?" she snarled. "You think you can just decide who I like and who I don't? Who do you think you are?"

She leaned even closer to him now, their bodies almost touching. Her breath was hot against his skin, making it difficult for her not to imagine what it would feel like to kiss him. "I like you,"

"No?" She tilted her head even further, looking up at him through her lashes. "And why is that?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because of who I am? Because of what people say about me?" She paused, waiting for his reply.

But when it didn't come, she felt herself growing angry again. "Fine," she spat, taking a step back from him. "If you want to be like that..."

walks closer to Pragya R Kapoor and whispers into their ear

And don't worry about me. We all have our secrets, after all. So just...be yourself. And we'll be fine.

smiles and steps back, looking amused

Fine. See you around, new kid.

Smiling, Yazmin nods in acknowledgment before lying down on the couch, pulling a blanket from the backrest and tuckinging herself into its soft folds. "Goodnight, my eagle" she whispers, closing her eyes.

And so, with a peaceful heart, she drifts off to sleep, dreams full of music and new beginnings.

His touch sends shivers down her spine. She looks up at him, finally meeting his gaze. A smile creeps onto her lips as she squeezes his hand gently in reassurance. "Okay," she whispers. "Let's see where this goes."

The embrace catches her off guard, but she quickly melts into it, returning the affection. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to feel safe and cared for. As they stand there together, surrounded by the familiar scent of chalk and old books, she knows that things are about to change between them. And while she may not know exactly what the future holds, she's glad that Chris is going to be a part of it.

"Ready for round two?"

"Ha! Good answer!" She laughs, standing up and gesturing for you to follow her. "Let's get some fresh air; I have an idea." She leads you out onto the patio, where the cool night breeze greets you both like old friends. As she walks closer, her smile grows mischievous once again. "Want to make a bet about how far we can go tonight?" She winks, her words dripping with a hint of challenge and promise. What do you say?