Rohan Sarthak's POV:

"Which shirt should I wear?" asked Dad, holding a black shirt in one hand and a sky blue shirt in another.

Today is our farewell day, my last day in this school and even my last day to find her, because after today our faculty gave us two options, either come to school and prepare or can stay at home and prepare. Obviously, I have chosen the latter one.

Not because I know everything and am in no need of any further assistance but just to rely on my own self and not have any distractions. If I am in my home, then I will be all alone, and none will disturb me.

Coming back to the shirt, Dad pointed towards the black one. Even my 1st choice was that, but again, I was conflicted the blue one as well. Anyway, I dressed up at a furious speed.

In an hour, I was ready and asked Dad to drop me to my school while on his way to his office. Well, I don't ask him daily, but today I didn't want to walk. So he dropped me at school and asked me to enjoy well before heading out for office.

Today, the rest of the school is not present. It's only +1 and us. So, everything is calm and pleasant, just like the song. I don't know why I couldn't take that song out of my mind after listening to it. I play it on a loop whenever I got some time.

I wanted to thank her for telling me about such a nice song, but we didn't interact much after that day. I tried reaching out to her, but she texted me in WhatsApp, saying she was busy. I wonder what she is so busy with?

Then something flickered my mind. She is my junior. So, she must be a part of some event at the farewell party, and that must be the reason behind her keeping busy. That's why I had made up my mind to attend this function. Otherwise, I had no interest in gracing it with my presence.

So, finally, I went inside the building, determined to find her. I directly ambled towards the conference room since our farewell party was to be held in that room. It's, after all, the biggest hall in our school. Luckily, the room is situated on ground floor, unlike my class, in the 2nd floor.

I went to the door, but the room was closed, and a few members standing out, guess my batchmates. They didn't bother to glance me way, neither do I care for them, but why is this door closed?

I glimpsed at my watch, and it's 8:40 am. The programme was supposed to start at 9:30. I had definitely reached super early.

In the meantime, two boys came out and informed us that it would take some time for them to welcome us in since they were still preparing and are decorating the room. Until then, they asked us to wait in some other classroom.

All of us sighed and stood back, waiting for the time to run fast. A few of them headed inside the empty classrooms in the vicinity, while others roamed around the school and clicked many selfies. Even I took my phone today and clicked a few pics, not mine but my school's as well as of the beautiful garden on the premises. I roamed around the school, and fortunately, none will say anything to us today.

Moving around the building, I reached the other side, and none are present here. It felt nice being the only one there. Suddenly, I heard someone shouting, and the voice came from room, which had a partially open window. I don't know why, but I felt like I knew the voice, and something was pulling me towards it.

I went near the window and opened it slowly so that no one would notice me. Then I understood that it was our conference room, and many students were roaming all over the room doing something or the other. I didn't get the full view of the room, but from what I could perceive, I must say the decoration was done pretty well. Balloons, ribbons, glitters, multi-shaped streamers hanging from above. Everything was very riveting.

Enough of peeping through! So, I stepped back. Then came a voice.

"Sorry Tanvi."

Tanvi? That name struck me. I mumbled the name few times and I matched Tanvi with Tan. Maybe Tanvi nickname is Tan? There is a lot of resemblance with both the names. Maybe this Tanvi could be Tan Theta?

Perhaps I can find her now, right? I again went near the window to look for the source of voice, but I could only see straight and no girl was there ahead of my view. I decided to call her to see whether she was here or not.

I felt all the more excited. I chuckled at her stupidity. She had herself told about the ringtone she has set specifically for my number. Now I would find her with it. I smirked at my plan.

But, would I find her? What if she did not bought her phone here?

"Let's give it a try," I thought and dialed her number. I again peeped all the way through it or as far as I could. I was feeling thrilled and electrified. The rings on the other side continued for some time, but I couldn't hear the song anywhere. Finally, the call ended and I couldn't find anyone.

I sighed. My excitement and thrill went down the drain and reached the pit. I considered leaving altogether, but something held me back, and I tried her number again.

This time, there was nothing electrifying. It was only fear. I could hear my heart throbbing very badly, but there still no sound from anywhere. This time I decided to disconnect the call before it gets ended, but before I could end it, I heard the song.

'Thousand Years'.

I turned around to check if it was ringing outside, but no one was present there. With shaky breaths, I swerved again, and I saw one girl coming from somewhere with a phone in her hand. Was she the one?

She was good but too short in front of me. She was wearing a blue gown, with designs on it. She was pretty- small eyes, short hair which is kept open. Everything was good, but somewhere I was not buying that she was the girl with whom I was talking to daily.

I waited for her to accept the call, but she was looking around as if she searching for someone. Then she suddenly turned towards the window side, where I was standing and made her way to the window. I had to duck down so that she wouldn't notice me. I heard her footsteps as she continued nearing.

I pulled myself up and peeped through the window again. The girl wearing the blue gown said, "Tanvi, this is the second time your phone is ringing. I guess it is important. Answer it and give it again."

What!!!

Was she not the girl who has been calling me? Then who is the real girl?

"Hello"

I heard the usual pretty voice from my phone, which I can guess without even looking at the phone. But I heard the voice like a echo. I guess she was standing near the window, so I moved adjacent to the window. Now I could see a girl standing near it. I again ducked down so that I could see her face from an angle.

"Hello," I muttered so that she would not find me.

"Haa, Rohan. Tell me," By the time she completed the sentence, I could see her.

Finally, I saw her.

The only word with which I can describe her is...

Magnificent.

I don't know how beautiful other girls are beside her, but I was unable to blink my eyes when looking at her. She is looking so cute, pretty, and beautiful. Upon seeing her, a smile got plastered to my face.

Unlike other girls, she is wearing a Ghagra. A peach colored ghagra with golden lace. She had kept her hair open and had dabbled light makeup on her face. I wonder why she would require makeup. She is naturally beautiful.

"Hello?" she said loudly into the phone, which assisted me in coming out of my trance.

"Haa," my voice came out like a mere whisper.

"Anything important? Can I call later?" she said, since some other girl, wearing a ghagra similar to the one she adorned with, approached her.

"Ok." I said it slowly.

She immediately disconnected the call and began chatting with the girl while I kept staring at her. She was holding some papers in her hand. Then I noticed the bangles on her hand which were moving with every hand movement as she kept moving her hands all the while she was talking. Then, she pushed the strands of her soft hair behind her ears, giving more access for me to watch her pretty face. I was certainly drooling over her.

I don't know how much time passed by, but I came out of my trance when all the members in the room, including her, began moving out. I understood that they were welcoming us. I decided to make a move.

I looked at my watch it was 9:20 am. I guess I was fixated on that position for more than 30 minutes. All this time, the happiness in my heart and smile on my face kept increasing with each passing moment. Thank goodness no one noticed me there.

I moved from that place. I felt like a drunkard when walking back- shaky, unsteady steps, a grin matching that of a dolt, lost in my own world. Finally, I reached the room somehow. I wanted to take a seat in 1st row so that I could see her more clearly, but unfortunately, by the time I reached the room, all the front seats were taken by the others. Reluctantly, I took a back seat, but kept waiting for her. Impatiently.

Finally, she came on the stage, with one hand holding a mike and the other holding her ghagra to ensure she could walk properly without stumbling. I didn't notice anyone or anything else that is coming between us. I kept gazing at her. Probably , for the 1st time in my life, I wished for time to halt so that I could stare at her to my heart's content. I wonder from where I was getting all these foreign feelings.

This time, I observed her even more closely. She is one of the most prettiest girls I have ever seen, or I must say she is the only beautiful girl I ever noticed. Never before did I care for any girl, but everything changed since the day she called me.

All the while, she was saying something on the mike, probably a speech, and I didn't look away from her. Not even for a nanosecond. I didn't even pay attention to what she was saying, while all the other were cheering her a lot. Suddenly, she went backstage, and I was beyond disappointed. That happened for many times because of the dance programs and speeches from our principal and teachers.

In between, she did come on stage and said something to which everyone cheered and hooted in agreement, but for the most part, she stayed away. All the while, her alluring smile didn't fade, just like a blossoming flower whose beauty never fades away.

For once, I called her in middle of the event when she went backstage. I saw her peeping from the backstage, keeping her body hidden, and searching for something. Maybe for me since I was calling her? She didn't answer my call and went back. and I chuckled at her antics.

Finally, the event ended. At least for me, it ended. Then some juniors came to us and gave everyone farewell presents, but I only yearned for her. By the time the event was over, it was noon, and the school had arranged for lunch for all of us.

Everyone was busy eating and clicking more photos. Some of them became emotional as they were leaving the school, and some were very happy for leaving the school.

I kept turning all around the building to find her. I don't know whether it was the desire to confront her or just see her, but I want to be near her. For some more time.

But, to my bad luck, I didn't find her again. Something became very heavy inside me for not finding her. At one point, I became way too poetic, thinking she must be an angel who fell on the earth and left after showing up to me. My stupidity had reached its peak.

At the end of the day, I reached my home. Only my body reached home. My mind and heart were still searching for her. It was my misfortune that I didn't talk to her right at the moment I saw her.

"Idiot!" I scolded myself. But now I know her and obviously, I won the bet. I saw her.

Finally, I know the real name of Ms.Vishnuvardhan.

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