First time in December 18 Rose had observed that someone is staring at her even for the first time she had seen that boy. She had not known his name also. Only she had known that he is her senior because that she had saw her in front of the 12th standard Classroom.
It was going on day by day. every day Sam used to sit on the bench around the house board and see her Continuously. And Rose was feeling Awkward at that time.
December is about to end and New Year has about to begin.
December 31 2012,
It is the very important day for Everyone.
This day is celebrating by the Students and Staffs. Today is the special school function to welcome new year all are gathering at Multi purpose Hall. The Function is about to start at 9 pm. Rose has also came with her friends and Sam has also came with his friends. The Function has already started. But Here, Sam and Rose looking for each other. They are not enjoying the function but enjoying looking each other with a slight smile on their faces. They were not aware of their surroundings. Rose is thinking in her mind whether that boy is staring at me or not and looking backside to see him. and Sam is looking continuously at her. Shyness , Happiness and Hesitation all together on their faces is clearly visible. The 3 hours function is about to finished but they had not seen anything in that function. When it is 12 o' clock A Sound came loudly 'Happy New Year 2013' . All are looking very happy.wishing each other Happy new year. Cuddling each other. At that time , His friends Hugged Him very tightly and wished him , And Sam also wished them but looking towards Rose. Rose smiled at him and Gone towards the Hostel.
There was a boy in Rose's Class but in different Section, Who was secretly in Love with Rose, but Rose was unaware of this. On January 2 2013, In the Language Class, A girl asked for the notebook to that boy named Milan. Suddenly he gave her his notebook and said Don't open the last page , It is Personal. Then All Girls if his section curiously wanted to know about his personal. they were asked him about it. He refused to tell. Than girls started guessing what's the thing. It might be his love story. and asked him Do you love someone? And He said Yes with a little bit smile and shy on his face. Yes, I Love someone a lot. Excitedly Girls started asking Who's She? Who's She??...Tell her name....He refused to tell her name. Than again curious girls asked him to tell her name's First letter. Than He Said 'R'. Than all started guessing who's that. They started guessing all girls of Their class with name starting from R. Riya?....Romi?..Rainy?....Roshni??...Ray??.... He's saying No....No....Not these.....Than Who???... Lastly they Said 'Rose'???....They didn't even think that she will be Rose. How could someone love her???... Because She's so Silent and Innocent Not so Popular and Smart and she hardly talk with people. She's always in her own world. Something like very Shy and Calm. She can't even protect herself. How someone could love her??....All these things were striking to their mind. All are getting shocked. What?????....It is Rose???....How it could be possible???... Really, It's Rose...All are asking him Surprisedly....
And in India, When a boy likes a girl than h8s friends used to Call that girl Sister-in-law and used to tease her, Whether that girl has accepted his proposal or not it doesn't matter.
Same thing happened with Rose. Suddenly all girls of that section rushed into the other section and Started teasing her. Some called her Sister-in-law.
She didn't understand anything that what's going on. Why they are calling me like this...She asked one girl what's the matter and she told her everything. I don't like him, Rose Said.
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