Mahi's POV

My heart already belonged to him but my mind, the more rational organ of my body was nagging me constantly.

Would he ever see me as more than a young girl, the sister of his close friend? Would he recognize the depth of my love, hidden beneath my shy smiles and stolen glances?

Uncertainty gnawed me, but I remained steadfast, my heart was holding onto the hope that one day, my hero would come to realize the love that burned brightly within me.

I started gathering information about him in bits and pieces and within no time, I knew everything about his likes and dislikes, his favorite dishes, color, movie, actor, singer, player, game, car, holiday destination... Everything. 

I was going crazy about him and he was oblivious of me.

He was in the last year of the school and as he was extremely good-looking, tall, fair, and handsome, he was very popular (along with Shaurya and Viren) and already the crush of many girls.

It was a challenging and emotionally charged period, one that tested my patience, self-confidence, and understanding of relationships.

I knew he treated me like a stupid teenager and cared for me as he would care for his sister, but I wanted his love. So I would do all kinds of stupid things around him to gain his attention and affection.

He was always surrounded or followed by girls in school and even when he was at home, a girl who used to live next door always used to be around him. What was her name?  Phalguni? Manvi?

Idiot!! Stupid girl!!

Why couldn't she leave him alone? I wanted to push away all the girls who used to go anywhere near him. But he was always happy around them.

Once, we were gathered near the pool, and I couldn't help but notice his neighbor flirting with him. They were engrossed in playful conversation, and he had a mischievous smile on his face as he toyed with her long, flowing hair.

Seeing him looking at her with a certain twinkle in his eyes stirred up a wave of unease within me. I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason at that time, but I knew I didn't want him to look at any girl other than myself, the way he looked at her. Why hadn't he ever looked at me like that?

As their interaction continued, my jealousy grew stronger. I became desperate for his attention, longing for him to direct those captivating glances and playful gestures toward me. In a reckless attempt to divert his focus, I decided to take a drastic step.

Though it was the very first day of swimming class and I didn't know how to swim properly, I threw caution to the wind and intentionally stumbled and plunged into the pool, hoping that my bold action would capture his undivided attention.

The moment I hit the water, a mix of panic and exhilaration washed over me. I had expected him to react, but what happened next surprised me.

He cursed and without hesitation, he leaped into the pool after me. Swift as a gazelle, he caught me in his strong arms, ensuring that I remained safe. The world around me blurred as I clung to him, wrapped in a tight embrace. He must have thought I was terrified, so he gently placed his arm around me, offering solace and comfort.

Together, we made our way out of the water. But since I had gulped some water, I lost consciousness. When I finally regained awareness, my eyes slowly fluttered open. And there he was, leaning over me, his worried eyes searching for signs of life. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming rush of emotions—gratitude, relief, and an undeniable connection to him.

Without a second thought, I flung my arms around him, clinging to him with all my strength. He held me close, his touch was like a balm to my shaken soul.

" Mahi, are you alright?? "  He asked me gently and all I could do was nod.

" It's ok, don't worry you are safe now. But be careful in the future. " He said caressing my back.

Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, my brothers must have been alerted to the commotion. They came running towards us, concern etched on their faces. Mihir, my protective brother, swiftly intervened, pulling me out of his arms and enveloping me in his protective embrace.

Manik Bhai, my other simple-hearted brother, expressed his gratitude to Ron that he saved me. Ron simply shrugged, looking at me with a hint of a smile, and casually mentioned that it was his duty to rescue me.

It was only later when my friend filled me in on the details, that I discovered the extent of Ron's heroic actions. She recounted how he had pressed on my stomach to expel the water I had ingested and even performed CPR to revive me before my brother could come.

The realization of his efforts overwhelmed me, and I found myself in awe of him.

CPR? Oh, God! Oh, my God!! He did that?

His lips touched mine?

The fact that he saved me from falling, drowning and gave me CPR intensified my feelings for him.

Could that be considered as my first kiss? That moment strengthened my infatuation and sparked a deeper longing for his affection.  I fell more in love with him and literally went crazy about him. I wanted him to kiss me when I was in my senses. I wanted him to look in the same way he looked at others, In fact, he should only look at me like that.

I was getting obsessed with him and wanted to grow up fast so that he didn't consider me a child.

All my friends and my parents knew about my crush on Ron, how could he be so oblivious of my feelings??

I was craving for his love and attention, just wanted him to like me as a boy likes a girl. And I tried every way to get his attention. I even dressed up like older girls at Roohi's birthday party hosted at their place, but he never showed any interest in me.

I once saw a friend of mine buying a card for someone and when  I asked her about it, she said that it was an easy way to express our feelings to someone especially if we can't express it by telling them on the face.

It was such a good idea, what if he doesn't even know about my feelings??

Writing all my feelings on cards and giving them to him seemed much  easier and I spent all my pocket money on the cards and brought them home, I wrote his name and my feelings for him. But when it was time to give it to him, I could not get the courage to give them to him. So, every time I felt that I  had to tell him my feelings, I wrote one card for him, thinking that I would give all of them to him when I will be able to tell him on face.

I kept writing my feelings in a cute diary and wrote cards for him every now and then but never got the courage to give them to him.

It was not that I didn't dare to tell him my feelings, I was scared that he might say that he was not interested in me. I knew he was surrounded by beautiful girls, who were crazy about him, and just like me, they wanted his attention on them.

Why would he choose someone simple and ordinary-looking girl like me?

I tried my level best not to think about him but I could not stop thinking about him although I hated how he was surrounded by girls and was always flirting with someone or the other. 

So I thought of waiting because I thought that maybe when I grow up he might think of me as a girl and not the younger sister of his friend. I didn't want him to know about my feelings if he was going to reject my love.

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Here is my today's chapter I hope you liked it please let me know.

Sorry friends for not replying, I was not well. But your comments make my day. 

Yesterday my chapter 31 got deleted by mistake  from my drafts  and I had to re write it.

So you can see how crazy she was for him, it is obvious that something must gave happened.
I am enjoying  reading your guesses. Some are closer to my book actually there are many reasons, you will get to know most of them in the next 10 chapters including  his POV.

Kindly have patience. But keep on guessing. I am sure some of you think like me or maybe you know how I think or write.

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